The Man Who Raised Charlestown (Henry Lawson Poem)
They were hanging men in Buckland who would not cheer King George - The parson from his pulpit and the ...
Poems about silenced (31 Poems)
Covering Two Years (Weldon Kees Poem)
This nothingness that feeds upon itself: Pencils that turn to water in the hand, Parts of a sentence, hanging in ...
National Trust (Tony Harrison Poem)
Bottomless pits. There's on in Castleton, and stout upholders of our law and order one day thought its depth worth ...
For the Price of Oil (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Letting this stand the oppression of the nations letting the people starve in subjugation Standing idly by as the people ...
Seeds of Freedom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Planting seeds of freedom in that ancient land the winds of protest changing changing the face of man The seeds ...
Spreading the Good News – V2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Unbowed to those who would oppress us unwilling to be silenced risking all, as our savior did spreading the good ...
Spreading the Good News (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Unbowed to those who would oppress us unwilling to be silenced risking all, as our savior did spreading the good ...
A Gadfly in my Soup (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
nothing they didn't know warned, told to be silent ridicule, banishment imprisonment, death the prophet before the king a dangerous ...
Standing for His Word (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Never being silenced speaking out against the people standing up to the king in his failing before God Standing for ...
Prophesy to Power (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
never silenced, speaking truth prophesy to power to the king, authority, to the people turn from your ways, the ways ...
Spreading Among the People (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Those tongues of fire, on Pentecost born flames growing, spreading spreading among the people The power of Jesus' name Spirit-filled ...
No One Special (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They stood before the counsel, the Sanhedrin two fishermen, or so it would seem no one special, men with calluses, ...
The Temple Burning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Into the Temple, the authorities unable their tongues would not be silenced tongues of fire, or the spirit burning within ...
Civil Disobedience (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A higher authority gave them a charge for them they would not silence Proclaiming his name, healing in his mighty ...
Stopping a Brushfire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What could they say, what could they do to silence these men, untrained, ordinary men they who walked with Christ ...
Ordinary Men (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Before the Sanhedrin, the Pharisees two fishermen stood, resolute beside them, in the Temple the healed beggar, witnesses to the ...
Floodgates (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like floodgates, opening with a storm the fire of Pentecost, the conversion spreading of the flames, the believers growing in ...
Bitter Water made Sweet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
With a tree, a branch, some wood cast, at the command of God, bitter water made sweet, complaints silenced Heavenly ...
The First Human Voice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was not one of His friends, one of His followers that uttered His name for the first time in ...
Waiting (Robert Frost Poem)
Afield at dusk What things for dream there are when specter-like, Moving amond tall haycocks lightly piled, I enter alone ...
He touched me, so I live to know (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast -- ...
We, The Living (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
Consciousness Of Our Return (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
Fog (Amy Clampitt Poem)
A vagueness comes over everything, as though proving color and contour alike dispensable: the lighthouse extinct, the islands' spruce-tips drunk ...
YARNER (Graham Burchell Poem)
A place of dryad and hamadryad, there are eyes here by the million. Many divert to watch me. Threatened, they ...
ABOUT WHAT RUNS AWAY (Luis Benitez Poem)
To think that Spinoza died polishing eyeglasses. That Blake got tired at a printer's shop waiting for that day's conversation ...
The Charge of the Second Iowa Cavalry (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at ...
Night (Anne Bronte Poem)
I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
At His Grave (Alfred Austin Poem)
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...