A Love Poem (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
For my love, for my beautiful wife I love you more, so much more, in missing you, wanting you with ...
Poems about sights (43 Poems)
It was at Night (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was at Night that I learned the most about that magical place that dark and smoky, shadowed and garish ...
Palms on the Ground (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Palms in their hands waving in the hot air sights and sounds, expectation, excitement "Here he comes!" the healer, the ...
Beach Sand (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there the sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
Jessie (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
You were my first love Gone when I was thirteen On May Day, your day. Your smiling face and the ...
The Island (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Years of practice vacations to the same place, or at least the same land Knowing the lay of it, the ...
A Field of Scat (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Late January, in the cold clear wood Boots crunch through layers of snow and ice Breath catches in beard and ...
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod (Eugene Field Poem)
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe,-- Sailed on a river of crystal light Into ...
The two little skeezucks (Eugene Field Poem)
There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle Of Boo in a southern sea; They clambered and rollicked ...
The stoddards (Eugene Field Poem)
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
The shut-eye train (Eugene Field Poem)
Come, my little one, with me! There are wondrous sights to see As the evening shadows fall; In your pretty ...
The great journalist in spain (Eugene Field Poem)
Good editor Dana--God bless him, we say-- Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away Through the ...
Mary smith (Eugene Field Poem)
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
Dutch lullaby (Eugene Field Poem)
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe,-- Sailed on a river of misty light Into ...
The Countryman Who Sought His Calf (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
A COUNTRYMAN, one day, his calf had lost, And, seeking it, a neighbouring forest crossed; The tallest tree that in ...
The Mountain (Robert Frost Poem)
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
When it was autumn in Eden (Ian Emberson Poem)
When it was autumn in Eden and chestnuts held golden leaves against dimming light , Eve touched her toes on ...
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 ...
Holy Sonnet XVIII: Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear (John Donne Poem)
Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear. What! is it She, which on the other shore Goes ...
Song (Go And Catch A Falling Star) (John Donne Poem)
Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or ...
The Good-Morrow (John Donne Poem)
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then, But ...
She sights a Bird — she chuckles — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
She sights a Bird -- she chuckles -- She flattens -- then she crawls -- She runs without the look ...
The Hunt (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
It was your first outing (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It was your first outing, or more rightly, our first outing with you. We were as proud as new parents ...
Prayer (Richard Crashaw Poem)
LO here a little volume, but great Book A nest of new-born sweets; Whose native fires disdaining To ly thus ...
The Dungeon (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Song (Act V, scene i) And this place our forefathers made for man ...
Limbo (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men-- For skimming in the ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
The Shroud of Color (Countee Cullen Poem)
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...