To My Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The lump of earth my life returning over and over when I stumble, when I fall sinning against God Going ...
Poems about supple (31 Poems)
Something Beautiful (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
From the inert, cold wet clay of our lives something beautiful can rise formed by loving hands the creator, the ...
A Line of Chartreuse Blooms (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Chartreuse blooms, living for a week at most maple trees lining Maple Street little bells, like green lilies of the ...
A Swimmer’s Hump (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
His most defining feature a swimmer's hump years of the butterfly practice after practice supple muscle, an arch to his ...
Rose Petals (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dried and gathered, pastel echoes of their blooms baskets, bowls of rose petals Beautiful memories supple skin, fading fragrance tokes ...
A Cross of Palm (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a living frond folded, bend, broken after the parade of celebration marking the stand and end of the Holy Week ...
Perfection is a Rose (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A red, red rose, posing in the vase on the counter a reminder of the beauty of summer of the ...
Fallen Petals (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Just fallen petals in the wet green grass shimmering in the late afternoon filtered sunlight after the rain rich color, ...
The supple full body (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The supple full body Of the beautiful butterfly Chest heaving, pulse racing Is held down/held By the claw of the ...
Glassworks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Mesmerized, watching The skill, artistry Effortlessness in the heat Of the sweating craftsmen In the beach air On the Vineyard ...
Seductive Invader (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She was beautiful elegant, sly, alluring In her rich color long supple body full flowering envy of others less able ...
Good-by (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home, Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I ...
Gerontion (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants -- At Evening, it is not -- At Morning, in a Truffled Hut ...
Summer laid her simple Hat (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Summer laid her simple Hat On its boundless Shelf -- Unobserved -- a Ribbon slipt, Snatch it for yourself. Summer ...
Its little Ether Hood (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Its little Ether Hood Doth sit upon its Head -- The millinery supple Of the sagacious God -- Till when ...
He strained my faith (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He strained my faith -- Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust -- Did it then -- yield? ...
Death is the supple Suitor (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Death is the supple Suitor That wins at last -- It is a stealthy Wooing Conducted first By pallid innuendoes ...
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 ...
To Henrietta Lyn (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We're going to miss you little girl, you leave an aching space way out of all proportion to your size. ...
To the Name above every Name, the Name of Jesus (Richard Crashaw Poem)
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
The General Prologue (Geoffrey Chaucer Poem)
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The Lang Coortin’ (Lewis Carroll Poems)
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
You Are Old, Father William (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"You are old, Father william," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly ...
Of the Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Lo, now four other act upon the stage, Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age: The first son unto ...
The Four Ages of Man (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Dream Song 47: April Fool’s Day, or, St Mary of Egypt (John Berryman Poems)
â?"Thass a funny title, Mr Bones. â?"When down she saw her feet, sweet fish, on the threshold, she considered her ...
THE REMORSE OF THE DEAD (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
O SHADOWY Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep In the deep heart of a black marble tomb; When thou for ...
Cleon (Robert Browning Poem)
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island (Robert Browning Poem)
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...