The School-Boy (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poems)
THESE hallowed precincts, long to memory dear,Smile with fresh welcome as our feet draw near;With softer gales the opening leaves ...
Poems about squealing (20 Poems)
Chocolate Cake (Michael Rosen Poems)
I love chocolate cake.And when I was a boyI loved it even more.Sometimes we used to have it for teaand ...
Recollections Of “Lalla Rookh” (John Townsend Trowbridge Poems)
WHEN we were farm boys, years ago,I dare not tell how many,When, strange to say, the fairest dayWas often dark ...
The Whole Mess… Almost (Gregory Corso Poems)
I ran up six flights of stairsto my small furnished roomopened the windowand began throwing outthose things most important in ...
Reapers (Jean Toomer Poems)
Black reapers with the sound of steel on stonesAre sharpening scythes. I see them place the honesIn their hip-pockets as ...
Burlesque (Samuel Johnson Poems)
Of the modern versifications ofancient legendary tales. - An impromptu.The tender infant, meek and mild,Fell down upon the stone:The nurse ...
The Bear Hunt (Abraham Lincoln Poems)
A wild-bear chace, didst never see? Then hast thou lived in vain.Thy richest bump of glorious glee, Lies ...
Galloping Horses (After The Flower Show) (Cicely Fox Smith Poems)
Come for the prizesAll are allotted, Leaving the ranks ofCut flowers and potted, ...
Bottle-O Benny (C J Dennis Poems)
Chuff! Chuff! Chuff! With a rumble and a rattle, Waking every echo on the old bush road;Waking, too, the wonder ...
Up To The Ceiling (Edgar Albert Guest Poems)
Up to the ceilingAnd down to the floor,Hear him now squealingAnd calling for more.Laughing and shouting,"Away up!" he cries.Who could ...
It’s Your Name And It’s Also December (Ernesto Trejo Poems)
It's your name and it's also Decemberthe last lights of the town blank outlike the pulse that climbs two churchesand ...
1777 (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Fruits of the Vine (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Smiling faces, the running feet squealing voices, the happy smiles sitting, squirming, in the pews at the feet of the ...
The Wounded Breakfast (Russell Edson Poem)
A huge shoe mounts up from the horizon, squealing and grinding forward on small wheels, even as a man sitting ...
Babi Yar (Yevgeny Yevtushenko Poems)
No monument stands over Babi Yar. A drop sheer as a crude gravestone. I am afraid. Today I am as ...
Reapers (Jean Toomer Poems)
Black reapers with the sound of steel on stones Are sharpening scythes. I see them place the hones In their ...
Dead Boy (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
The little cousin is dead, by foul subtraction, A green bough from Virginia's aged tree, And none of the county ...
Merlin (Edwin Arlington Robinson Poems)
"Gawaine, Gawaine, what look ye for to see, So far beyond the faint edge of the world? D'ye look to ...
The Maori Pig Market (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
In distant New Zealand, whose tresses of gold The billows are ceaselessly combing, Away in a village all tranquil and ...
The Broncho That Would Not Be Broken (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
A little colt - broncho, loaned to the farm To be broken in time without fury or harm, Yet black ...