Chasing the Sun (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
As we allowed, she moved about the seats from dry bench to wet towels, it didn't seem to matter, chasing ...
Poems about seats (31 Poems)
I Am Who I Choose To Be (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A true statement, serious an accurate reflection of consequences the results of acts of free will Maybe a bit cursory, ...
Your Usher (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Leading us to our seats, watching the congregation, caring for the flock from the back of the sanctuary, from the ...
Matriarchs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They sit, week on week, year on year, solitary matriarchs Hair of silver, grey, white, spun gold Stoic women, widows, ...
Lear’s Sweat (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
We had great seats, close seats down by the stage seats seats where you could feel Lear's sweat the spit ...
Arthur (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wait 'till next year Murmur/ Mantra in a knowing tone - He'd seen the magic - World Champions Bleacher seats ...
Chasing La Luna (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Were we chasing her Or was she chasing us Down the road Under that starry starry night Lashed in the ...
The Hymn (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
To the Almighty on his radiant Throne, Let endless Hallelujas rise! Praise Him, ye wondrous Heights to us unknown, Praise ...
On the Death of the Honourable Mr. James Thynne (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
On The Hurricane (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
Frankenstein (Edward Field Poem)
The monster has escaped from the dungeon where he was kept by the Baron, who made him with knobs sticking ...
Bird With Two Right Wings (Lawrence Ferlinghetti Poem)
And now our government a bird with two right wings flies on from zone to zone while we go on ...
The Generations of Men (Robert Frost Poem)
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
At The Smithville Methodist Church (Stephen Dunn Poem)
It was supposed to be Arts & Crafts for a week, but when she came home with the "Jesus Saves" ...
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 ...
Alexander’s Feast; Or, The Power Of Music (John Dryden Poems)
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun Seductive in the Air -- That Tun is hollow -- but the ...
Hope is a subtle Glutton — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Hope is a subtle Glutton -- He feeds upon the Fair -- And yet -- inspected closely What Abstinence is ...
A Morning Dream (Li Ching Chao Poem)
This morning I dreamed I followed Widely spaced bells, ringing in the wind, And climbed through mists to rosy clouds. ...
Lines (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
With many a pause and oft reverted eye I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near Warble in shade their ...
Brockley Coomb (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795 With many a pause and oft reverted eye ...
Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
I Ask You (Billy Collins Poem)
What scene would I want to be enveloped in more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen table, ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
The Skies (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
A Forest Hymn (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
The Bishop Orders His Tomb At Saint Praxed’s Church (Robert Browning Poems)
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
The Man-Moth (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Holy Thursday (Innocence) (William Blake Poems)
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean The children walking two & two in red & blue & ...