None Below Their Reach (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The lilac bush, next to the school had no blossoms, no blooms, none below their reach, only high in the ...
Poems about sidewalk (31 Poems)
Outstanding! (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like her sisters before her, an outstanding citizen of her class, her grade proud moment, for our little girl shouting ...
Babushka (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She was walking on the sidewalk just around the corner from home, from her place here is the city so ...
Beam Walker (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like any good gymnast, she holds her arms just so straight and taut walking oh so carefully, at least the ...
Skipping to School (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Little hands holding mine skipping to school. All three of us Matching strides, and the all-important swinging of the arms ...
A Leaf on the Ground (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A spasm, a burst, a splash clear, discrete, jarring color contrast of red on green before the slide fully into ...
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 ...
A Walk to the Bank (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her little hand in mine at least while I could hold her as she giggled free of my grip a ...
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 ...
Flowers Ablaze (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Down the sidewalk on the way to pick up the littlest after school three in the afternoon in early October ...
A Precarious Perch (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A late dandelion plant too late for flowers, growing pushing through the tiny bit of soil held in place between ...
Picture Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A mini fashion show was held on our living room rug, a short parade of two, showing off their best ...
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 ...
A Vial (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An amber plastic vial sat wedged in the top of a chain link fence held in place by the dull ...
A cat on a wire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A short chain-link fence ran along the sidewalk in front of the old New Englander the short front yard just ...
A Beat in Concord (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one ...
Pink Slides (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I saw her for a split second driving down Canal toward home off to the left almost over my shoulder ...
Emptying Town (Nick Flynn Poem)
I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens fill the sidewalk ...
Story (Stephen Dunn Poem)
A woman's taking her late-afternoon walk on Chestnut where no sidewalk exists and houses with gravel driveways sit back among ...
Poem For People That Are Understandably Too Busy To Read Poetry (Stephen Dunn Poem)
Relax. This won't last long. Or if it does, or if the lines make you sleepy or bored, give in ...
Exmoor (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Lost aboard the roll of Kodac- olor that was to have super- seded all need to remember Somerset were: a ...
Circulation (Raymond Carver Poem)
And all at length are gathered in. --LOUISE BOGAN By the time I came around to feeling pain and woke ...
Pinup (Billy Collins Poem)
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
Because Her Heart Is Tender, for Beth (Michael Burch Poem)
She scrawled soft words in soap: "Never Forget," Dove-white on her car's window, and the wren, because her heart is ...
Matt’s Manifesto (Jonathan Bohrn Poems)
The Renaissance men are aging now, having survived Industrialization's Original Sin and the Information Age flood; The need for specialization ...
That’s What I Said (April Bernard Poems)
It pricks the arms like poison, knowing that some things, once chosen, are yours and that meanwhile the night comes ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Remorse For Any Death (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
Free of memory and of hope, limitless, abstract, almost future, the dead man is not a dead man: he is ...
Let It Enfold You (Charles Bukowski Poem)
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
Letter To N.Y. (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
For Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you'd say where you are going and what you are doing; ...