The Paper Windmill (Amy Lowell Poem)
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
Poems about scissors (21 Poems)
Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Celebration (Denise Levertov Poem)
Brilliant, this day - a young virtuoso of a day. Morning shadow cut by sharpest scissors, deft hands. And every ...
The School In August (Philip Larkin Poem)
The cloakroom pegs are empty now, And locked the classroom door, The hollow desks are lined with dust, And slow ...
Work and Play (Ted Hughes Poem)
The swallow of summer, she toils all the summer, A blue-dark knot of glittering voltage, A whiplash swimmer, a fish ...
Cut with safety scissors (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The shape of the ferns rounded, lobed edges paper-bag-brown damp in their drying frost turning to vapor rising in the ...
The curl of the ribbon (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
leaves of the reeds, the grasses paint peeling on the wet clapboards like the curl of the flat ribbon pulled ...
Crayola ‘Morn (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Smell the bold colors, Rich in my nostrils, Illuminated on the branches before me as I drive. Low sunlight piercing ...
Hair Cut (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A grand presentation the three of us early one Sunday morning just before Easter A grand march with appropriate solemnity ...
The Muleteer (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE Lombard princes oft pervade my mind; The present tale Boccace relates you'll find; Agiluf was the noble monarch's name; ...
Paper Men To Air Hopes And Fears (Robert Francis Poem)
The first speaker said Fear fire. Fear furnaces Incinerators, the city dump The faint scratch of a match. The second ...
The Threat (Denise Duhamel Poem)
my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty suitcase because she kept threatening to run ...
June (Denise Duhamel Poem)
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead if the lips were gone. The year has ...
Before the white chrysanthemum (Yosa Buson Poem)
Before the white chrysanthemum the scissors hesitate a moment. (Yosa Buson)
The Bight (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At low tide like this how sheer the water is. White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and ...
Civic Centre (for Kathryn) (Jennifer Reeser Poems)
Moscow ballet at seven in the evening. You look at everything. You lay your cheek against my shoulder, smoothing down ...
What Are Big Girls Made Of? (Marge Piercy Poems)
The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh of bone and sinew belly and breasts, elbows ...
WREATH OF SONNETS (Vlanes Poems)
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Ida Frickey (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
Nothing in life is alien to you: I was a penniless girl from Summum Who stepped from the morning train ...
Lui Et Elle (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
The Scissors-Grinder (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
The old man had his box and wheel For grinding knives and shears. No doubt his bell in village streets ...