Snow Flurries (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
There were snow flurries in the air today early for my liking, snow flurries coming in small singular spirals, falling ...
Poems about spun (32 Poems)
Matriarchs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They sit, week on week, year on year, solitary matriarchs Hair of silver, grey, white, spun gold Stoic women, widows, ...
Mother Duck (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A human interest story in the midst of the chaos the flooding of the Merrimack in the heart of the ...
Fuzzy Swears (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Some have heard of "fuzzy logic", that "powerful problem-solving methodology (blah, blah, blah) ." (no, not just what Shanequa or ...
She’s an Artist (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Miss Erica is right looking at the handiwork of the spinster on the loom rich clear lines of silk spun ...
Orkney Lullaby (Eugene Field Poem)
A moonbeam floateth from the skies, Whispering, "Heigho, my dearie! I would spin a web before your eyes,-- A beautiful ...
Glass (Robert Francis Poem)
Words of a poem should be glass But glass so simple-subtle its shape Is nothing but the shape of what ...
Battle (John Davidson Poem)
The war of words is done; The red-lipped cannon speak; The battle has begun. The web your speeches spun Tears ...
Sonnet LIX: As Love and I (Michael Drayton Poem)
As Love and I, late harbor'd in one inn, With proverbs thus each other entertain: "In Love there is no ...
A Hymn To God The Father (John Donne Poem)
Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which is my sin, though it were done before? Wilt thou forgive ...
It tossed — and tossed — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It tossed -- and tossed -- A little Brig I knew -- o'ertook by Blast -- It spun -- and ...
How fits his Umber Coat (Emily Dickinson Poem)
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream -- ...
Bring me the sunset in a cup, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning's flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how ...
Travelling on the thumb (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Travelling on the thumb, it wasn't hard to do, you took the rides that you could get with no regrets ...
Sweetness Of The Decent Night (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
They talked to me again today, they spoke in gentle tones and said the things I ought to hear then ...
Political nonsense (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I was saddened just to hear the bitter rancour in his voice, a sour hostility aloof of commonsense, and ranks ...
Dreams of better days (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
At break of day we rested, the contest of our wills declined to wrest the peace away and where the ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
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 ...
The Daughter Of The Year (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Nature, when she made thee, dear, Begged the treasures of the year. For thy cheeks, all pink and white, Spring ...
Upon a Fit of Sickness (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Twice ten years old not fully told since nature gave me breath, My race is run, my thread spun, lo, ...
The Hemp (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
Music (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a ...
The Siege of Corinth (Lord Byron Poem)
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Susana Soca (Jorge Luis Borges Poem)
With lingering love she gazed at the dispersed Colors of dusk. It pleased her utterly To lose herself in the ...
Garden Francies (Robert Browning Poem)
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 05: The Bitter Love-Song (Conrad Aiken Poem)
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
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. ...
The Forsaken Merman (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...