Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening (Amy Lowell Poem)
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
Poems about scorched (28 Poems)
How the Land was Won (Henry Lawson Poem)
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more - But a ...
Man And Wife (Robert Lowell Poem)
Tamed by Miltown, we lie on Mother's bed; the rising sun in war paint dyes us red; in broad daylight ...
The Ungrateful Garden (Carolyn Kizer Poem)
Midas watched the golden crust That formed over his steaming sores, Hugged his agues, loved his lust, But damned to ...
Rimmon (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1903 After Boer War Duly with knees that feign to quake-- Bent head and shaded brow,-- Yet once again, for ...
THE COUNTRY LIFE: (Robert Herrick Poem)
TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY Sweet country life, to such unknown, Whose ...
Dig out the hydrants (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The fire already raging the land, scorched, charred. Dig out the hydrants, clear them, access send the crews, shovels at ...
May Showers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We needed the break the change back from the heat too soon for the eighties scorched and hot cloudbursts, sheets ...
Burned Away (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A live coal in the grasp of a six-winged seraph a burning ember of a sacrifice touched to the seer's ...
Wool Coat (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The heat wrapped me hung heavy on my shoulders, my chest like a wet wool coat thrown on the hot ...
Sausage (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Forget the frank, Give me the Fenway sausage. Lansdowne or Yawkey, Just give me the street, the crowds, the carts. ...
The Bonfire (Robert Frost Poem)
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
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 ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO VI ( Dyscomfyture ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
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 ...
A poem on divine revelation (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
No Beer, No Work (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
The shades of night was fallin' slow As through New York a guy did go And nail on ev'ry barroom ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Morning in the Burned House (Margaret Atwood Poem)
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
A Sea-Side Walk (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
We walked beside the sea, After a day which perished silently Of its own glory---like the Princess weird Who, combating ...
Elm (Sylvia Plath Poems)
for Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what ...
Berck-Plage (Sylvia Plath Poems)
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
The Battle of Inkermann (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
'Twas in the year of 1854, and on the 5th November, Which Britain will no doubt long remember, When the ...
Paradise Lost: Book 06 (John Milton Poems)
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
London Poets (Amy Levy Poems)
(In Memoriam.) They trod the streets and squares where now I tread, With weary hearts, a little while ago; When, ...
There Were Dry Red Days (Sharmagne Leland-St. John Poems)
by Sharmagne Leland-St.John There were dry red days Devoid of clouds Devoid of breeze Sound bruised My burning bones Dirt ...
Street Cries (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
The Tournament (Sidney Lanier Poems)
Joust First. I. Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies, And the knights still hurried amain To the tournament ...