My Retreat (Jose Rizal Poems)
Beside a spacious beach of fine and delicate sandand at the foot of a mountain greener than a leaf,I planted ...
Poems about strumming (21 Poems)
A Gallop of Fire (Marie E J Pitt Poems)
When the north wind moans thro' the blind creek coursesAnd revels with harsh, hot sand,I loose the horses, the wild ...
Georgia Dusk (Jean Toomer Poems)
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursueThe setting sun, too indolent to holdA lengthened tournament for flashing gold,Passively darkens for night's ...
A Home in Dakar (Margaret Danner Poems)
When the African Arts,home again,became host of the hour,their essence breezed into holidays,holidays for thosedressed in their tans, browns, and ...
Where The Waxwings Used To Dwell (Velimir Khlebnikov Poems)
Where the waxwings used to dwell,Where the pine trees softly swayed,A flock of airy momentwillsFlew around and flew away.Where the ...
Immortals (Li Ho Poems)
Strumming his lute, high on a crag of stone,Sits an immortal sylph flapping his wings.White tail-plumes of a simurgh in ...
Amphion (Alfred Lord Tennyson Poems)
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce ...
A Romance In Real (Academic) Life (E W Bowling Poems)
By the waters of Cam, as the shades were descending, A Fellow sat moaning his desolate lot; From his ...
2 Flies (Charles Bukowski Poems)
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry?it seems they want more,it seems almost as if ...
Drink Out Thy Glass (Carl Michael Bellman Poems)
Drink out thy glass! See, on thy threshold, nightly, Staying his sword, stands Death, awaiting thee. ...
The Centipede (Edith L M King Poems)
I've often watched you, centipede,And I can't think howeverYou manage those long rows of feet --You must be very clever.You ...
A Raspberry Sweater (Frank O Hara Poems)
to George MontgomeryIt is next to my flesh,that's why. I do what I want.And in the pale New Hampshiretwilight a ...
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 ...
Another Coffeehouse (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Listening to their harmonies, the blending of their voices really listening, feeling their songs pulled me back to other nights ...
Singing in My Mind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Up there, on stage, strumming, fingering the frets, the neck, the metal strings of an old friend, his guitar, along ...
Little John (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He's there, Little John to the other's Robin Buds enjoying the vibe The stalwart second to Marian's call and Robin's ...
When the Evening Darkens (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When the evening darkens and the day cools and the stars flicker to light I sat on the blanket with ...
Georgia Dusk (Jean Toomer Poems)
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue The setting sun, too indolent to hold A lengthened tournament for flashing gold, Passively ...
Amphion (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce a tree, ...
Summer Stars (Carl Sandburg Poems)
BEND low again, night of summer stars. So near you are, sky of summer stars, So near, a long arm ...
French Quarter Singer (Jennifer Reeser Poems)
Strumming your polished guitar with long, nail-lightened fingers, where are you now, leaning forward a peasant-dressed arm - lark on ...