My Strawberry (Helen Hunt Jackson Poem)
O marvel, fruit of fruits, I pause To reckon thee. I ask what cause Set free so much of red ...
Poems about spice (31 Poems)
TO HIS BOOK (Robert Herrick Poem)
Make haste away, and let one be A friendly patron unto thee; Lest, rapt from hence, I see thee lie ...
THE DIRGE OF JEPHTHAH’S DAUGHTER:SUNG BY THE VIRGINS (Robert Herrick Poems)
O thou, the wonder of all days! O paragon, and pearl of praise! O Virgin-martyr, ever blest Above the rest ...
UPON A MAID (Robert Herrick Poem)
Here she lies, in bed of spice, Fair as Eve in paradise; For her beauty, it was such, Poets could ...
THE WIDOWS’ TEARS; OR, DIRGE OF DORCAS (Robert Herrick Poems)
Come pity us, all ye who see Our harps hung on the willow-tree; Come pity us, ye passers-by, Who see ...
THE BRIDE-CAKE (Robert Herrick Poem)
This day, my Julia, thou must make For Mistress Bride the wedding-cake: Knead but the dough, and it will be ...
The Argument Of His Book (Robert Herrick Poem)
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers, Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers. I sing of May-poles, ...
THE CRITIC. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
I HAD a fellow as my guest, Not knowing he was such a pest, And gave him just my usual ...
Wild Strawberries (Robert Graves Poem)
Strawberries that in gardens grow Are plump and juicy fine, But sweeter far as wise men know Spring from the ...
A Beacon in the Darkness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
With the urgency of revolution shattering the tyrants the rulers of this earth subjugating the masses Our voices should rise ...
Enhancing the Taste (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Salt of the earth spice for the message truth in our words spoken from the heart Light within us the ...
Tasting the Spice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The salt of the earth the song of our Savior light to the world a witness of love Tasting the ...
Chicken Soup (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Is it the soup, or its making that soothes, bleeds stress, changes the mind, cutting through the cares of the ...
Peter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Calloused hands hearty handshake Bright eyes and easy smile consumed his face Brothers we are Mi Amigo, and confidante, through ...
Café du Monde (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A plate of small hot beignets coated in a snow squall of light powdered sugar a dense cup of oh ...
My Desire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She is my wife the mother of the little people in the room across the hall, singing in the dark ...
The wind (Eugene Field Poem)
(THE TALE) Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing-- Under my tree where I sit ...
The stoddards (Eugene Field Poem)
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
Hudson’s Last Voyage (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
The Sun Rising (John Donne Poem)
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy ...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel -- Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As 'twere 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 ...
The Snow that never drifts — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Snow that never drifts -- The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving ...
Sweet Pirate of the heart, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Sweet Pirate of the heart, Not Pirate of the Sea, What wrecketh thee? Some spice's Mutiny -- Some Attar's perfidy? ...
Some such Butterfly be seen (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas -- Just at noon -- no later -- Sweet -- Then -- ...
I tend my flowers for thee (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I tend my flowers for thee -- Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip -- while the Sower -- dreams ...
By my Window have I for Scenery (Emily Dickinson Poem)
By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea -- with a Stem -- If the Bird and the ...
I gave myself to Him — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I gave myself to Him -- And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this ...
Athritic Fingers Have To Last (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
These painful, cold athritic fingers have to last much longer yet, they're all I have to keep the pages on ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...