The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Poems about stack (31 Poems)
Spring Day (Amy Lowell Poem)
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
When the Children Come Home (Henry Lawson Poem)
On a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she ...
The Ballad of East and West (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently ...
Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree (A. E. Housman Poem)
"Farewell to barn and stack and tree, Farewell to Severn shore. Terence, look your last at me, For I come ...
Name of Horses (Donald Hall Poem)
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
adventure (Rg Gregory Poem)
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
Three Nails (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Three nails sit, quietly on the top of the cabinet next to the stack, bible, devotionals, reading to do, by ...
Washing His Blood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the little room, off the sanctuary, the space where worship supplies were kept, a stack of white linen tablecloths, ...
Palmetto (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A slower pace On the Banks Palmettos sway Translucent green Or tawny papyrus brown Mesmerize A northerner Away from the ...
River Ice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
High above the reach of the sea, where the brackish water is almost clear, Tectonic plates of ice released by ...
The straw parlor (Eugene Field Poem)
Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And ...
The Armful (Robert Frost Poem)
For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole ...
It sifts from Leaden Sieves (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -- It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the ...
The Task: Book V, The Winter Morning Walk (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
Elegy (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Here rests beneath this hospitable spot A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. The Plymouth Brethren gave it to ...
Elegy (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Here rests beneath this hospitable spot A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. The Plymouth Brethren gave it to ...
Hen’s Nest (John Clare Poems)
Among the orchard weeds, from every search, Snugly and sure, the old hen's nest is made, Who cackles every morning ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
California Plush (Frank Bidart Poem)
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
Dream Song 172: Your face broods (John Berryman Poem)
Your face broods from my table, Suicide. Your force came on like a torrent toward the end of agony and ...
A Day At Union Station (Tiel Aisha Ansari Poem)
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
244. The Henpecked Husband (Robert Burns Poems)
Chorus.-Robin shure in hairst, I shure wi' him. Fient a heuk had I, Yet I stack by him. I GAED ...
310. Tam o’ Shanter: A Tale (Robert Burns Poems)
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
75. Halloween (Robert Burns Poems)
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
Tam O’Shanter (Robert Burns Poems)
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
The Arrivals (Sharon Olds Poems)
I pull the bed slowly open, I open the lips of the bed, get the stack of fresh underpants out ...
The Dream Of Wearing Shorts Forever (Les Murray Poems)
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
The Moon (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light, Thou seemest most charming to my sight; As I gaze upon thee in the ...
Cargoes (John Masefield Poems)
QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes ...