The Poem Cat (Erica Jong Poem)
Sometimes the poem doesn't want to come; it hides from the poet like a playful cat who has run under ...
Poems about spiders (31 Poems)
Don’t worry, spiders (Kobayashi Issa Poems)
Don't worry, spiders, I keep house casually. (Kobayashi Issa)
Answer (Peter Huchel Poem)
Between two nights the brief day. The farm is there. And in the thicket, a snare the hunter set for ...
The House Of Hospitalities (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Here we broached the Christmas barrel, Pushed up the charred log-ends; Here we sang the Christmas carol, And called in ...
night-piece (Rg Gregory Poem)
what's that i'm awake a bang like a door or a foot knocking a chair who's there tense i lie ...
equanimity (Rg Gregory Poem)
october stops the pretence that somehow summer should still be loitering around it walks through the garden hanging the spiders ...
Lost Love (Robert Graves Poem)
His eyes are quickened so with grief, He can watch a grass or leaf Every instant grow; he can Clearly ...
Disturbing the Spiders (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
For a few moments on the side of the house the main thing I was doing wasn't painting, not even ...
Painting in the Rain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A little rain wasn't going to stop us we were there to scrape, to prime the house to help out, ...
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" ...
The Crawlspace – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There was a crawlspace under the addition, the master bedroom, a small cut out into the larger basement, maybe three ...
Her Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Long slender fingers clutched the bow caressed the cello Fingers like spiders walked gingerly down the neck Shuddered on the ...
The peter-bird (Eugene Field Poem)
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
Picnic-time (Eugene Field Poem)
It's June ag'in, an' in my soul I feel the fillin' joy That's sure to come this time o' year ...
The Wizard Way (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The Wizard Way (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Sun and Fun (John Betjeman Poem)
I walked into the night-club in the morning; There was kummel on the handle of the door. The ashtrays were ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Two In The Campagna (Robert Browning Poem)
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
Let It Enfold You (Charles Bukowski Poem)
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
Bianca Among The Nightingales (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
The Book of Urizen: Chapter VIII (William Blake Poems)
1. Urizen explor'd his dens Mountain, moor, & wilderness, With a globe of fire lighting his journey A fearful journey, ...
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (William Blake Poems)
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
Whats The Use Of A Title? (Charles Bukowski Poems)
They dont make it the beautiful die in flame- sucide pills,rat poison,rope what- ever... they rip their arms off, throw ...
Why We Tell Stories (Lisel Mueller Poems)
For Linda Foster I Because we used to have leaves and on damp days our muscles feel a tug, painful ...
What The Dog Perhaps Hears (Lisel Mueller Poems)
If an inaudible whistle blown between our lips can send him home to us, then silence is perhaps the sound ...
Never To Dream Of Spiders (Audre Lorde Poems)
Time collapses between the lips of strangers my days collapse into a hollow tube soon implodes against now like an ...
The Spider and the Ghost of the Fly (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
Once I loved a spider When I was born a fly, A velvet-footed spider With a gown of rainbow-dye. She ...
Popcorn, Glass Balls, and Cranberries (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
I. THE LION The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu ...