Spider is a Swear (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
On our mission trip, At the camp, each swear costs a quarter. On our job, "spider" is a swear. "Thousands" ...
Poems about spider (49 Poems)
A Spider Waits (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Funny how a spider waits lingers motionless for prey to vibrate the strands of the wed, to touch the right ...
A Remorseful Stowaway (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Hanging on for dear life, even at thirty, she must have regretted her choice to perch on the edge of ...
A Vial (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An amber plastic vial sat wedged in the top of a chain link fence held in place by the dull ...
A Clutch of Pearls (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We snuck away outside after being in while they had a bit of lunch fresh rain hung in the air ...
Dew in the Morning – first try (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It is 7 am And the world awakes. There's dew in the morning. Every tip of the serrated Wild strawberry ...
Dew in the Morning – (Resurrection) (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
Memories in the Stillness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When we let the moments of stillness bleed into us, they are there forever, to recall, even if ephemerally. It ...
Nature Walk (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Out back, behind the yard in the brush and scrub at the edge a world unfolds for those willing to ...
The straw parlor (Eugene Field Poem)
Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And ...
Dr. sam (Eugene Field Poem)
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
The Code (Robert Frost Poem)
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
Range-Finding (Robert Frost Poem)
The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest Before it stained a single ...
Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
“In White”: Frost’s Early Version Of Design (Robert Frost Poems)
A dented spider like a snow drop white On a white Heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece ...
Design (Robert Frost Poem)
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece ...
Ode To Beauty (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
Gerontion (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
The Spider holds a Silver Ball (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands -- And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl -- ...
Alone and in a Circumstance (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Alone and in a Circumstance Reluctant to be told A spider on my reticence Assiduously crawled And so much more ...
A Spider sewed at Night (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Spider sewed at Night Without a Light Upon an Arc of White. If Ruff it was of Dame Or ...
The Spider as an Artist (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Spider as an Artist Has never been employed -- Though his surpassing Merit Is freely certified By every Broom ...
The fairest Home I ever knew (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The fairest Home I ever knew Was founded in an Hour By Parties also that I knew A spider and ...
An altered look about the hills (Emily Dickinson Poem)
An altered look about the hills -- A Tyrian light the village fills -- A wider sunrise in the morn ...
On the Anthropic Principle (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy it is easy to forget the central axle moving insensibly slow, still the ...
I Do Not Love Thee For That Fair (Thomas Carew Poem)
I do not love thee for that fair Rich fan of thy most curious hair; Though the wires thereof be ...
The Sea (Lewis Carroll Poem)
There are certain things -a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three - That I hate, but ...
A Sea Dirge (Lewis Carroll Poem)
There are certain things--as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three-- That I hate, but the ...
The Cottage Hospital (John Betjeman Poem)
At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry- scanty ...