Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The paddle and I Out in the middle of The churning lake. The wind pushed the bow Turning me around. ...
Poems about split (51 Poems)
Four Stones (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A Song for My Muse A wish, a prayer, a hope, a promise, shouted in the Highland air. A stone, ...
Pink Slides (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I saw her for a split second driving down Canal toward home off to the left almost over my shoulder ...
You Asked How (formerly Even Now She Is Turning, Saying Everything I Always Wanted Her to Say) (Nick Flynn Poem)
At the end there were straws in her glove compartment, I'd split them open to taste the familiar bitter residue, ...
Gazing at the Sacred Peak (Tu Fu Poem)
For all this, what is the mountain god like? An unending green of lands north and south: From ethereal beauty ...
The Star-Splitter (Robert Frost Poem)
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
The Wood-Pile (Robert Frost Poem)
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, ...
The Gum-Gatherer (Robert Frost Poem)
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road ...
Two Look at Two (Robert Frost Poem)
Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not ...
Two Tramps In Mud Time (Robert Frost Poem)
Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put ...
At the grave of Anastasia Baluk – Cross Stone (Ian Emberson Poem)
Anastasia and the sad snow falling a toiling sky and a long white line of hills a distant birthplace short ...
When it was autumn in Eden (Ian Emberson Poem)
When it was autumn in Eden and chestnuts held golden leaves against dimming light , Eve touched her toes on ...
William Rufus (Marriott Edgar Poem)
The reign of King William the Second Were an uninteresting affair There's only two things that's remembered of him That's ...
Queen Matilda (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Henry the first, surnamed " Beauclare," Lost his only son William at sea, So when Henry died it were hard ...
Cascade (Robert Desnos Poem)
What sort of arrow split the sky and this rock? It's quivering, spreading like a peacock's fan Like the mist ...
Cairo Jag (Keith Douglas Poem)
Shall I get drunk or cut myself a piece of cake, a pasty Syrian with a few words of English ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Sea Poppies (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
Amber husk fluted with gold, fruit on the sand marked with a rich grain, treasure spilled near the shrub-pines to ...
While it is alive (Emily Dickinson Poem)
While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood Under ...
Robbed by Death — but that was easy — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Robbed by Death -- but that was easy -- To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing -- ...
It makes no difference abroad — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It makes no difference abroad -- The Seasons -- fit -- the same -- The Mornings blossom into Noons -- ...
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 ...
Before I got my eye put out (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see -- As other Creatures, that have Eyes ...
Split the Lark — and you’ll find the Music — (Emily Dickinson Poems)
Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music -- Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled -- Scantilly dealt to ...
Going to Him! Happy letter! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Going to Him! Happy letter! Tell Him -- Tell Him the page I didn't write -- Tell Him -- I ...
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind -- As if my Brain had split -- I tried to match it ...
The Human Tree (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Many have Earth's lovers been, Tried in seas and wars, I ween; Yet the mightiest have I seen: Yea, the ...
The Visible, The Untrue (Hart Crane Poem)
Yes, I being the terrible puppet of my dreams, shall lavish this on you- the dense mine of the orchid, ...
The Garden of Janus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Garden of Janus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...