For K. J., Leaving and Coming Back (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
August First: it was a year ago we drove down from St.-Guilhem-le-Désert to open the house in St. Guiraud rented ...
Poems about shorts (27 Poems)
Haiku (Never Published) (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Drinking my tea Without sugar- No difference. The sparrow shits upside down --ah! my brain & eggs Mayan head in ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Not the End to Evil (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
One man's death though somewhat cathartic yet bringing the pain the loss back to the forefront One man's death hardly ...
Putting a Face on Evil (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Easy with a demon putting a face on evil calling out bin Laden the leader of al Qaeda But now ...
Letting Go of Hate (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A sense of vindication of closure for the loss not joy in the killing in the taking of a life ...
Without Cheering (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A quiet resolve a sense of some closure; but the pain still there our innocence gone Without cheering no joy ...
Saddened by Death (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Even the death of evil taken by his choosing refusing to submit to stand in the dock of justice Saddened ...
Do We Mourn (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Do we mourn even for the death of evil of a person bent on our destruction How can we be ...
In the Cries of War (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Victory over evil in the cries of war the terrorist brought down but may we not gloat Not like the ...
Out in our Garden (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Smell of rich soil, wet from the drenching rains, weeds yield to my gentle tug beds of shimmering color, the ...
Shoots of Green (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Daffodils, crocuses, hyacinths green shorts up through the peaty wet mulch, the still-white snow of March; the warming sun drawing ...
Running (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She was running this morning early Sunday morning while we drove by on the way to church black top, black ...
Crouched (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a human version, a young human version, of the famous jumping frog Calaveras County, or some other locale she ...
Gage (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Little man Newly five years old Devil in your blue eyes, Sly smile and infectious laugh Sharing candy with me, ...
It seldom snowed – Part IV (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
Dead man’s clothes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
Growing up, I propose, is like wearing a dead man's clothes. Death has a way of levelling the ground. I ...
Pinup (Billy Collins Poem)
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
The Olympic Girl (John Betjeman Poem)
The sort of girl I like to see Smiles down from her great height at me. She stands in strong, ...
A Subaltern’s Love Song (John Betjeman Poems)
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
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 ...
Who In The Hell Is Tom Jones? (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks- about the time of ...
40,000 (Charles Bukowski Poems)
at the track today, Father's Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a little surprise. ...
The Dream Of Wearing Shorts Forever (Les Murray Poems)
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
On Angels (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence. Yet I believe you, messengers. There, where the world ...
The House (Philip Levine Poems)
This poem has a door, a locked door, and curtains drawn against the day, but at night the lights come ...
Salts And Oils (Philip Levine Poems)
In Havana in 1948 I ate fried dog believing it was Peking duck. Later, in Tampa I bunked with an ...