Tilling in the Field (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A motorized voyeur Driving down the road By the farm At the cusp of autumn A figure toiling in the ...
Poems about sod (44 Poems)
The “happy isles” of horace (Eugene Field Poem)
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed ...
The Flower Boat (Robert Frost Poem)
The fisherman's swapping a yarn for a yarn Under the hand of the village barber, And her in the angle ...
Good-by and Keep Cold (Robert Frost Poem)
This saying good-by on the edge of the dark And the cold to an orchard so young in the bark ...
Thirty Bob a Week (John Davidson Poem)
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as ...
Francis Makemie (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
(Presbyter of Christ in Americas 1683-1708) To thee, plain hero of a rugged race, We bring the meed of praise ...
When Malindy Sings (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy-- Put dat music book away; What's de use to keep on tryin'? Ef ...
To this World she returned. (Emily Dickinson Poem)
To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that -- A Compound manner, As a Sod Espoused a ...
There is a flower that Bees prefer (Emily Dickinson Poem)
There is a flower that Bees prefer -- And Butterflies -- desire -- To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming ...
She hideth Her the last — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
She hideth Her the last -- And is the first, to rise -- Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing ...
On my volcano grows the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poem)
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot -- An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the ...
New feet within my garden go (Emily Dickinson Poem)
New feet within my garden go -- New fingers stir the sod -- A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the ...
Lain in Nature — so suffice us (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Lain in Nature -- so suffice us The enchantless Pod When we advertise existence For the missing Seed -- Maddest ...
Dropped into the Ether Acre — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Dropped into the Ether Acre -- Wearing the Sod Gown -- Bonnet of Everlasting Laces -- Brooch -- frozen on ...
I never lost as much but twice (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before ...
Through the Dark Sod — as Education (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Through the Dark Sod -- as Education -- The Lily passes sure -- Feels her white foot -- no trepidation ...
A Prayer in Darkness (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
This much, O heaven-if I should brood or rave, Pity me not; but let the world be fed, Yea, in ...
The Unpardonable Sin (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
I do not cry, beloved, neither curse. Silence and strength, these two at least are good. He gave me sun ...
A Cider Song (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
To J.S.M. The wine they drink in Paradise They make in Haute Lorraine; God brought it burning from the sod ...
To Brooklyn Bridge (Hart Crane Poem)
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him, Shedding white rings of ...
The Wizard Way (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Elegy (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Here rests beneath this hospitable spot A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. The Plymouth Brethren gave it to ...
The Wizard Way (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Elegy (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Here rests beneath this hospitable spot A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. The Plymouth Brethren gave it to ...
Epitaph (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Stop, Christian passer-by : Stop, child of God, And read, with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or ...
Fruit of the Flower (Countee Cullen Poem)
My father is a quiet man With sober, steady ways; For simile, a folded fan; His nights are like his ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Retirement (Anne Bronte Poem)
O, let me be alone a while, No human form is nigh. And may I sing and muse aloud, No ...
Self Communion (Anne Bronte Poem)
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Faith and Despondency (Emily Bronte Poem)
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...