Proem to American Song (Paul Engle Poems)
BLOW, LONG TRADE WINDS of American speech,Over this land where we can rise, unfurlOur new and untried sails, and drive ...
Poems about slouched (15 Poems)
The Demon Of The Study (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
The Brownie sits in the Scotchman's room,And eats his meat and drinks his ale,And beats the maid with her unused ...
Lee To The Rear (John Reuben Thompson Poems)
Dawn of a pleasant morning in May,Broke through the Wilderness cool and gray;While perched in the tallest tree-tops, the birdsWere ...
Second Class wait here (Henry Lawson Poems)
At suburban railway stations—-you may see them as you pass—-there are signboards on the platform saying "Wait here second class,"And ...
Critics Nightwatch (Gwen Harwood Poems)
Once more he tried, before he slept,to rule his ranks of words. They brokefrom his planned choir, lolled, slouched and ...
Market Day (John Clare Poems)
With arms and legs at work and gentle strokeThat urges switching tail nor mends his pace,On an old ribbed and ...
‘Got-a-Fag’ (C J Dennis Poems)
He was tall and tough and stringy, with the shoulders of an axeman,Broad and loose, with greenhide muscles, and a ...
The Charge Of The Light Brigade (Ewart Alan Mackintosh Poems)
Half a league, half a league,Half a league onward —'That is, unless some damnedAirman has blundered,If the map isn't rightWe'll ...
The Charge Of The Bread Brigade (Ezra Pound Poems)
Half a loaf, half a loaf,Half a loaf? Urn-hum?Down through the vale of gloomSlouched the ten million,Onward th' 'ungry blokes,Crackin' ...
A Beat in Concord (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I was sitting there in the traffic, waiting for the light the heat and humidity building in the van, one ...
Crater Face (Denise Duhamel Poem)
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
June (Denise Duhamel Poem)
The blue forest, chilled and blue, like the lips of the dead if the lips were gone. The year has ...
Barbara Frietchie (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled ...
The Blood-Red Fourragere (Robert William Service Poems)
What was the blackest sight to me Of all that campaign? A naked woman tied to a tree With jagged ...
The Ballad Of Lenin’s Tomb (Robert William Service Poems)
This is the yarn he told me As we sat in Casey's Bar, That Rooshun mug who scammed from the ...