How Beastly The Bourgeois Is (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
How beastly the bourgeois is especially the male of the species-- Presentable, eminently presentable-- shall I make you a present ...
Poems about rubber (31 Poems)
Landscape of a Pissing Multitude (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
Identification In Belfast (Robert Lowell Poem)
(I.R.A. Bombing) The British Army now carries two rifles, one with rubber rabbit-pellets for children, the other's of course for ...
The Doctor Will Return (Weldon Kees Poem)
The surgical mask, the rubber teat Are singed, give off an evil smell. You seem to weep more now that ...
How Did You Meet Your Wife? (Richard Jones Poem)
Swimming the English Channel, struggling to make it to Calais, I swam into Laura halfway across. My body oiled for ...
Desesperanto (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
Standardization (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
Thistles (Ted Hughes Poem)
Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men Thistles spike the summer air And crackle open ...
bone-fable (Rg Gregory Poem)
one morning the bone was there set in the centre of waste ground against the early morning sun the frost ...
Plutonian Ode (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
Sunflower Sutra (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Tears of the People (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
More than metaphorical The tyrant firing on the people rubber bullets, ammunition tear gas on his people Coming from prayers ...
Buckle Boots (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Black, black buckles like grates on the front of a pot-bellied stove Clumpy black buckle boots worn over shoes by ...
Fishermen (James A. Emanuel Poem)
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
The Closet (Russell Edson Poem)
Here I am with my mother, hanging under the molt of years, in a garden of umbrellas and rubber boots, ...
The same embrace (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We talked with family last night, not mine or yours specifically but ours, the ones we love familiarly. When little ...
Every Time I laugh Aloud (An Ode to Short People) (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
Cherry bomb (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I said goodbye and went to bed to die; I never knew that they had lied - was quite surprised ...
A Hedge Of Rubber Trees (Amy Clampitt Poem)
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
The Tearful Tale Of Captain Dan (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
A sinner was old Captain Dan; His wives guv him no rest: He had one wife to East Skiddaw And ...
The Twenty Hoss-Power Shay (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
The End Of March (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
The Moose (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
Wildpeace (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Not the peace of a cease-fire not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, but rather as in ...
Provisions (Margaret Atwood Poem)
What should we have taken with us? We never could decide on that; or what to wear, or at what ...
Ozymandias II (Howard Nemerov Poems)
I met a guy I used to know, who said: "You take your '57 Karnak, now, The model that they ...
The Pact (Sharon Olds Poems)
We played dolls in that house where Father staggered with the Thanksgiving knife, where Mother wept at noon into her ...
Time Stands Still over Govandi Station (John Matthew Poems)
A kite flutters, On a high tension wire - Against a stark blue sky. Beggar and old mother huddle On ...
The Lesson (Roger McGough Poems)
Chaos ruled OK in the classroom as bravely the teacher walked in the nooligans ignored him hid voice was lost ...