Adolescence II (Rita Dove Poem)
Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting. Sweat prickles behind my knees, the baby-breasts are alert. Venetian ...
Poems about sweat (51 Poems)
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 ...
The Apparition (John Donne Poem)
When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead, And that thou think'st thee free From all solicitation from me, ...
Don’t talk to me of War (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
Don't talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I'm sound of limb and ...
A catchy phrase (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It was called Farm Fantastic, a catchy phrase, and potentially a day's wasted sweat. Even after the event I can't ...
Lepanto (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Tz’u No. 3 (Li Ching Chao Poems)
To the tune "Red Lips" Tired of swinging indolent I rise with a slender hand put right my hair the ...
To Lord Hu (Li Ching Chao Poem)
We shall not ask for the precious pearl of the Duke of Sui, nor for the priceless jade disk of ...
A Hymn to the Name and Honour of the Admirable Saint Teresa (Richard Crashaw Poem)
LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord Of life and death. To prove the word, We'll now appeal to none of ...
The Priestess of Panormita (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
The Garden of Janus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Atheist (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
The Priestess of Panormita (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
The Garden of Janus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Atheist (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad, when rosy limbs and sweat entwine; But rapture drowns the sense and self, ...
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 Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Heritage (Countee Cullen Poem)
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
Memory (Michael Burch Poem)
A black ringlet curls to lie at the nape of her neck, glistening with sweat in the evaporate moonlight ... ...
Charon 2004 (Michael Burch Poem)
I, too, have stood paralyzed at the helm watching onrushing, inevitable disaster. I too have felt sweat (or ecstatic tears) ...
Flight 93 (Michael Burch Poem)
I held the switch in trembling fingers, asked why existence felt so small, so purposeless, like a minnow wriggling feebly ...
thought for Thursday (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
Rondeau at the Train Stop (Erin Belieu Poem)
It bothers me: the genital smell of the bay drifting toward me on the T stop, the train circling the ...
Alexander And Zenobia (Anne Bronte Poem)
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
From A German War Primer (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED It is considered low to talk about food. The fact is: they have Already eaten. The ...
The Life Beyond (Rupert Brooke Poem)
He wakes, who never thought to wake again, Who held the end was Death. He opens eyes Slowly, to one ...
Dawn (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat. Through sullen swirling gloom we jolt and roar. We have been here for ...
Deliverance from Another Sore Fit (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
In my distress I sought the Lord When naught on earth could comfort give, And when my soul these things ...
Contemplations (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...