Fresh Fruit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Bright, young faces sitting on the steps, in the chancel drinking in the words of the pastor hearing of the ...
Poems about seeds (42 Poems)
Wesleyan Growth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh to be like John, John Wesley our founder, the beginning of the faith to see the miners, the men ...
Milkweed Bouquet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a bloom of tongues, tasting the fall air, a shepherd's hook of a milkweed plant heavy pod drawn to ...
Waiting for the Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a cluster of open milkweed pods brown flat seeds, a ball of cotton candy silk waiting for the wind, to ...
Walking to the Courthouse (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Walking to the courthouse to make copies for a pending case no urgent brisk walk for arguments, for the challenge ...
Pumpkin Seeds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Under the canopy over the lake on the flat surface of the pier next to the boat moored there I ...
Her Mustard Seed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It is there, deep in her young heart bearing fruits of faith, in our lives sharing the belief she has ...
Her Mustard Seed – revised (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It is there, deep in her young heart bearing fruits of faith, in our lives sharing the belief she has ...
A Mirage of Frozen Dew (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Harkenings of memories and moments to come. Summer leads to fall Fog over the fields and marshes, the wet places, ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Late Spring (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
When I count the seeds (Emily Dickinson Poem)
When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye -- When I con the ...
The Lilac is an ancient shrub (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Lilac is an ancient shrub But ancienter than that The Firmamental Lilac Upon the Hill tonight -- The Sun ...
My first well Day — since many ill — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
My first well Day -- since many ill -- I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my ...
By Chivalries as tiny, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted -- Which blossom in the ...
These are the days when Birds come back (Emily Dickinson Poem)
These are the days when Birds come back -- A very few -- a Bird or two -- To take ...
Political nonsense (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I was saddened just to hear the bitter rancour in his voice, a sour hostility aloof of commonsense, and ranks ...
Ekka (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The Ekka institution bares us all, though call it Exhibition, Royal Queensland Show, it's that time of year when you ...
Ad Invasions (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Advertisements, they've trashed the web, somehow they've gotten into bed with common sense; ubiquitous and so intense, insistent as to ...
The Final Poem (Andree Chedid Poem)
A forge burns in my heart. I am redder than dawn, Deeper than seaweed, More distant than gulls, More hollow ...
An Elegy upon the Death of the Dean of St. Paul’s, Dr. John (Thomas Carew Poems)
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
The Holy of Holies (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
'Elder father, though thine eyes Shine with hoary mysteries, Canst thou tell what in the heart Of a cowslip blossom ...
Self-Acquaintance (William Cowper Poem)
Dear Lord! accept a sinful heart, Which of itself complains, And mourns, with much and frequent smart, The evil it ...
Welcome Cross (William Cowper Poem)
'Tis my happiness below Not to live without the cross, But the Saviour's power to know, Sanctifying every loss; Trials ...
From the Dark Tower (Countee Cullen Poem)
We shall not always plant while others reap The golden increment of bursting fruit, Not always countenance, abject and mute, ...
An Old-Fashioned Garden (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Strange, is it not? She was making her garden, Planting the old-fashioned flowers that day- Bleeding-hearts tender and bachelors-buttons- Spreading ...
I Will Not Let Thee Go (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
I will not let thee go. Ends all our month-long love in this? Can it be summed up so, Quit ...
The Twelve (Aleksandr Blok Poem)
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
I Sit By The Window (Joseph Brodsky Poem)
I said fate plays a game without a score, and who needs fish if you've got caviar? The triumph of ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...