Lichtenberg (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Smells are surer than sounds or sights To make your heart-strings crack-- They start those awful voices o' nights That ...
Poems about stink (31 Poems)
The Bees and the Flies (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
"The Mother Hive"-- Actions and Reactions A Farmer of the Augustan Age Perused in Virgil's golden page The story of ...
Rune of the Finland Woman (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
For Sára Karig "You are so wise," the reindeer said, "you can bind the winds of the world in a ...
Why the Young Men Are So Ugly (Tony Hoagland Poem)
They have little tractors in their blood and all day the tractors climb up and down inside their arms and ...
The Thought-Fox (Ted Hughes Poem)
I imagine this midnight moment's forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock's loneliness And this blank page where my ...
Dream Deferred (Langston Hughes Poem)
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a ...
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 ...
The Next War (Robert Graves Poem)
You young friskies who today Jump and fight in Father's hay With bows and arrows and wooden spears, Playing at ...
The Lion For Real (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
"Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative..." I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on ...
The Curse of Our Shame (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
You carried it all the weight of the world the stink, the stain the curse of our shame to the ...
Smells of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Freshly tilled soil, rot on the forest floor chocolate bubbling on the stove Gardenias, violets, garlic breath Sulphur of the ...
Crushed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Crushed Breached Bent Rent Your car Smell of fluids Spilt, spent Cold breath Hung in the air As I searched ...
The Morning Baking (Carolyn Forche Poem)
Grandma, come back, I forgot How much lard for these rolls Think you can put yourself in the ground Like ...
Bad Day At The Beauty Salon (Maggie Estep Poem)
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
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 ...
Elegy VIII: The Comparison (John Donne Poem)
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
Elegy III: Change (John Donne Poem)
Although thy hand and faith, and good works too, Have sealed thy love which nothing should undo, Yea though thou ...
Does your semen smell like camembert? (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Does your semen smell like camembert? It's just a thought I had today at lunch, I must have had the ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Before (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Let them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far. God must judge the couple: leave them as ...
242. The Poet’s Progress (Robert Burns Poem)
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
88. The Author’s Earnest Cry and Prayer (Robert Burns Poems)
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
351. Second Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry (Robert Burns Poems)
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . (Charles Bukowski Poems)
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
Freedom (Charles Bukowski Poems)
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked ...
The Artist’s Duty (Kenneth Patchen Poems)
So it is the duty of the artist to discourage all traces of shame To extend all boundaries To fog ...
Lesbos (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
Leaving Early (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
Walking the Dog (Howard Nemerov Poems)
Two universes mosey down the street Connected by love and a leash and nothing else. Mostly I look at lamplight ...