Some say goodnight — at night — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Some say goodnight -- at night -- I say goodnight by day -- Good-bye -- the Going utter me -- ...
Poems about simply (51 Poems)
The Reason Why I’m Fat (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
I thought my father was far too fat - eagerly I told him so, if he was offended it didn't ...
Talk to me of love (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
Mountains of Delight (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The problem was the manner of choice (or whether there was a choice for that matter) as you had taken ...
Dead poet (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I'm sure it would be easier to survive as a dead poet, I mean it in the surmise that I ...
The New Freethinker (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
John Grubby who was short and stout And troubled with religious doubt, Refused about the age of three To sit ...
Preamble (A Rough Draft For An Ars Poetica) (Jean Cocteau Poem)
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
The Road to Roundabout (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Some say that Guy of Warwick The man that killed the Cow, And brake the mighty Boar alive Beyond the ...
The Ballad of the Anti-Puritan (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, ...
The Current (Raymond Carver Poem)
These fish have no eyes these silver fish that come to me in dreams, scattering their roe and milt in ...
The Hermit (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT At last an end of all I hoped and feared! Muttered ...
The Hermit (Aleister Crowley Poem)
AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT At last an end of all I hoped and feared! Muttered ...
A Song (Robert Creeley Poem)
I had wanted a quiet testament and I had wanted, among other things, a song. That was to be of ...
Age (Robert Creeley Poem)
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
Fit the Fourth ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO II ( Hys Fyve Rules ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"MY First - but don't suppose," he said, "I'm setting you a riddle - Is - if your Victim be ...
Preface to Hunting of the Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
PREFACE If---and the thing is wildly possible---the charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief ...
The Three Voices (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
THE PEARL FISHERMAN (Luis Benitez Poem)
This evening and part of the night I sank again into the dense sea where we beings and things float. ...
A poem, on the rising glory of America (Hugh Henry Brackenridge Poem)
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
How to Leave the World that Worships should (Ros Barber Poem)
Let faxes butter-curl on dusty shelves. Let junkmail build its castles in the hush of other people's halls. Let deadlines ...
Circumstantial Evidence (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
She does not mind a good cigar (The kind, that is, I smoke); She thinks all men quite stupid are, ...
All Distance (Erin Belieu Poem)
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
Memory (Anne Bronte Poem)
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky ...
An Alphabet of Famous Goops (Gelett Burgess Poem)
AN ALPHABET OF FAMOUS GOOPS. Which you 'll Regard with Yells and Whoops. Futile Acumen! For you Yourselves are Doubtless ...
Sabbaths 2001 (Wendell Berry Poem)
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
That the Science of Cartography Is Limited (Eavan Boland Poem)
-and not simply by the fact that this shading of forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam, the gloom of ...
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...