The Dame of Athelhall (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I "Soul! Shall I see thy face," she said, "In one brief hour? And away with thee from a loveless ...
Poems about slipping (31 Poems)
from the Ansty Experience (Rg Gregory Poem)
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
The Last Leap (Adam Lindsay Gordon Poem)
ALL is over! fleet career, Dash of greyhound slipping thongs, Flight of falcon, bound of deer, Mad hoof-thunder in our ...
His Ways (Gary R. Ferris Poem)
When things go bad, And you don't know why; You just keep on falling, No matter how hard you try. ...
Like a Second Skin (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Slipping on Love the love of our Savior the indwelling Spirit guiding our steps Like a second skin living with ...
And You opened the door for me (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My life unfocused waiting, wondering which way to turn You saved me from myself and you opened the door for ...
Sharing Ourselves (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In going out into the world slipping on his sandals onto his fee going out with Christ in our hearts ...
Lessons in Their Choices (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Jesus and the two thieves each dying on their cross coming to the end the moments slipping away Lessons in ...
The Shroud of Darkness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The shroud of darkness over the earth the sun would not shine Christ hanging on the cross dying alone and ...
Preenchendo toda a casa (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The expensive perfume the rich, sweet nard filling all the house the air thick with the coming the days slipping ...
Two Thieves (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
With Christ crucified humble, simple men the two thieves on the cross dying beside the Lord What they must have ...
Even what seems impossible (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God able, the people praying even what seems impossible our chains slipping away a path out of our prison Trusting ...
Fading Slides (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Long forgotten memories were preserved on the thin skin on the slides in the trays in the box, crushed years ...
The Visitor (Carolyn Forche Poem)
In Spanish he whispers there is no time left. It is the sound of scythes arcing in wheat, the ache ...
The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam Of Naishapur (Edward Fitzgerald Poem)
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
In the Home Stretch (Robert Frost Poem)
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
The Armful (Robert Frost Poem)
For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole ...
Still own thee — still thou art (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Still own thee -- still thou art What surgeons call alive -- Though slipping -- slipping I perceive To thy ...
Crumbling is not an instant’s Act (Emily Dickinson Poems)
Crumbling is not an instant's Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation's processes Are organized Decays. 'Tis first a Cobweb on the ...
Snowbirds (Peter Conners Poem)
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
I Go Back To The House For A Book (Billy Collins Poem)
I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a book, something to read at the ...
The Iron Bridge (Billy Collins Poem)
I am standing on a disused iron bridge that was erected in 1902, according to the iron plaque bolted into ...
Nightclub (Billy Collins Poem)
You are so beautiful and I am a fool to be in love with you is a theme that keeps ...
Forgetfulness (Billy Collins Poem)
The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, ...
The Octopi Jars (Michael Burch Poem)
Long-vacant eyes now lodged in clear glass, a-swim with pale arms as delicate as angels' ... you are beyond all ...
THE HUDSON (Luis Benitez Poem)
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
Ireland With Emily (John Betjeman Poem)
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
The Fish (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Arrival At Santos (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
The End Of March (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...