Baby Tortoise (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
You know what it is to be born alone, Baby tortoise! The first day to heave your feet little by ...
Poems about skinny (21 Poems)
Toads (Philip Larkin Poem)
Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork And ...
Cholera Camp (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
We've got the cholerer in camp -- it's worse than forty fights; We're dyin' in the wilderness the same as ...
Letters From A Man In Solitary (Nazim Hikmet Poem)
1 I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a ...
THREE ODES TO MY FRIEND. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
THESE are the most singular of all the Poems of Goethe, and to many will appear so wild and fantastic, ...
September On Jessore Road (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Unwanted (Edward Field Poem)
The poster with my picture on it Is hanging on the bulletin board in the Post Office. I stand by ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The Fiddling Wood (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
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 ...
Cloony The Clown (Shel Silverstein Poems)
I'll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown Who worked in a circus that came through town. His shoes ...
The Far Field (Theodore Roethke Poems)
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
Belly Good (Marge Piercy Poems)
A heap of wheat, says the Song of Songs but I've never seen wheat in a pile. Apples, potatoes, cabbages, ...
Frog Autumn (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Summer grows old, cold-blooded mother. The insects are scant, skinny. In these palustral homes we only Croak and wither. Mornings ...
WREATH OF SONNETS (Vlanes Poems)
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Aurora Prone (Les Murray Poems)
The lemon sunlight poured out far between things inhabits a coolness. Mosquitoes have subsided, flies are for later heat. Every ...
The Ballad Of The Harp-Weaver (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
"Son," said my mother, When I was knee-high, "you've need of clothes to cover you, and not a rag have ...
Lui Et Elle (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
Tortoise Gallantry (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
Making his advances He does not look at her, nor sniff at her, No, not even sniff at her, his ...
Wisteria (Philip Levine Poems)
The first purple wisteria I recall from boyhood hung on a wire outside the windows of the breakfast room next ...