Tractor (Ted Hughes Poem)
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
Poems about spill (31 Poems)
eight roundels (Rg Gregory Poem)
(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and ...
cherries and birds (Rg Gregory Poem)
cherries are so vulnerable blinking their way from green to polished red in trees guileless to stave off birds a ...
new age (Rg Gregory Poem)
(i) how new the world is trying to find nerve in an old rind (ii) the bread is crumbled for ...
the ordinary again (Rg Gregory Poem)
(1) the ordinary you are not interested in me a receiver of food and a giver of shit my brain ...
Around the puddle (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The drying puddle of soda almost invisible to the eye like the oasis in the desert the ancient watering hole ...
The ants in our kitchen (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The ants in our kitchen walking round and round wondering what to do, what would E.O. Wilson think? Sugar ants ...
A Hint of Tea (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her little hands so purposeful opening each packet stirring the sugar, the creamer (a suggestion of her sister). A spill ...
Pearls in the Heart (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A Single pearl water caught in the heart of the lupin, a pearl, a cluster of drops much like a ...
Barbs on the Heart (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A monument, long in coming of some open scar tissue a stain on our lives chapter of evil when we ...
Lush Rocks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Where is the merlot it isn't there where it was a minute ago after the slight spill into the rocks ...
Sand Castles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Molded and shaped Specks of the rocks they once were Packed and organized in the buckets Like the seconds of ...
The Magic Cup (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
Ape And Coffee (Russell Edson Poem)
Some coffee had gotten on a man's ape. The man said, animal did you get on my coffee? No no, ...
The Fight (Russell Edson Poem)
A man is fighting with a cup of coffee. The rules: he must not break the cup nor spill its ...
The Shark’s Parlor (James Dickey Poems)
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
Better — than Music! For I — who heard it — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it -- I was used -- to the Birds -- before ...
Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles -- Buccaneers of Buzz. Ride abroad in ostentation And subsist on Fuzz. Fuzz ordained ...
The name — of it — is “Autumn” — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" -- The hue -- of it -- is Blood -- An Artery ...
THE TAVERN (Willa Cather Poem)
IN the tavern of my heart Many a one has sat before, Drunk red wine and sung a stave, And, ...
A Time to Weep (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
I suppose you could call me heartless as a dull anvil clanking in a sodden barn, the damp wood too ...
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, ...
The City Is A Garment (Michael Burch Poem)
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,- the city is a garment stretched so thin her festive colors bleed ...
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
513. Song-Steer her up and haud her gaun (Robert Burns Poem)
O STEER her up, an' haud her gaun, Her mither's at the mill, jo; An' gin she winna tak a ...
287. Song-The Battle of Sherramuir (Robert Burns Poem)
"O CAM ye here the fight to shun, Or herd the sheep wi' me, man? Or were ye at the ...
Questions of Travel (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
A Letter From Li Po (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Design (A. R. Ammons Poem)
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash, sprawl in held ...
The Voice (Matthew Arnold Poem)
As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters ...