christmas in a box (Rg Gregory Poem)
the policeman on the streets found christmas in a box tipped it down a manhole it wasn't wearing socks a ...
Poems about ripple (31 Poems)
blue dress (Rg Gregory Poem)
i can see through the blue dress when you stand in the doorway - the light come indoors softly like ...
bee-attitudes (Rg Gregory Poem)
in the shadow of the flower is the sting the bee driven by need uses its painful gift to keep ...
The Swimmer (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poem)
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
Free Verse (Robert Graves Poem)
I now delight In spite Of the might And the right Of classic tradition, In writing And reciting Straight ahead, ...
Not being the ripple (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We can be masters choosing our own path for good or for evil we have free will We can be ...
Stones for the water (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words of my poetry intended for others for strangers, people whom I may never meet Stones, rounded, and purposeful ...
They Became the Blessing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
By the Lord's blessing, the food consecrated a pattern of blessing, breaking, sharing; but they became the blessing in giving ...
Leon (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He walked the streets of the old mill town long past the heyday of his life heavy soles on his ...
Lost (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I crossed the parking lot The man in the convenience store beyond the gas pumps trying to cash already cashed ...
Until (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
"Until we touch again" I whispered, in your ear As we embraced, before our parting A summer/a lifetime together Closer ...
Fuzzy Swears (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Some have heard of "fuzzy logic", that "powerful problem-solving methodology (blah, blah, blah) ." (no, not just what Shanequa or ...
For Once, Then, Something (Robert Frost Poem)
Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the ...
Saadi (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
Hysteria (T. S. Eliot Poem)
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth ...
The Shark’s Parlor (James Dickey Poems)
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
Turtle, Swan (Mark Doty Poem)
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
To James Whitcomb Riley (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
On his "Book of Joyous Children" Yours is a garden of old-fashioned flowers; Joyous children delight to play there; Weary ...
I learned — at least — what Home could be — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of ...
This Morning (Raymond Carver Poem)
This morning was something. A little snow lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear blue sky. The ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Womanly Qualms (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
When I go rowing on the lake, I long to be a man; I'll give my Sunday frock to have ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Among the Rocks (Robert Browning Poem)
Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' ...
Chemin De Fer (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Alone on the railroad track I walked with pounding heart. The ties were too close together or maybe too far ...
A Miracle For Breakfast (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
O Breath (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Beneath that loved and celebrated breast, silent, bored really blindly veined, grieves, maybe lives and lets live, passes bets, something ...