Marksman Sam (Marriott Edgar Poem)
When Sam Small joined the regiment, 'E were no' but a raw recruit, And they marched 'im away one wint'ry ...
Poems about talked (51 Poems)
Albert Down Under (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
Dæmonic Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
On Being Born The Same Exact Day Of The Same Exact Year As Boy George (Denise Duhamel Poem)
We must have clamored for the same mother, hurried for the same womb. I know it now as I read ...
I Have Dreamed of You so Much (Robert Desnos Poem)
I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real. Is there still time for me to ...
The Child and the Mariner (William Henry Davies Poem)
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
Turtle, Swan (Mark Doty Poem)
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
New Year’s Eve (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
I The other night I had a dream, most clear And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And ...
God of the Open Air (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
We talked with each other about each other (Emily Dickinson Poem)
We talked with each other about each other Though neither of us spoke -- We were listening to the seconds' ...
Went up a year this evening! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell! Cheerful ...
We talked as Girls do — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
We talked as Girls do -- Fond, and late -- We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave -- ...
I died for Beauty — but was scarce (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I died for Beauty -- but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain ...
The same embrace (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We talked with family last night, not mine or yours specifically but ours, the ones we love familiarly. When little ...
Sweetness Of The Decent Night (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
They talked to me again today, they spoke in gentle tones and said the things I ought to hear then ...
Paper towel (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
She wrapped a paper towel around his softened cock in what he thought was quaint affection, that was new, an ...
I cannot let the moment pass (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I cannot let the moment pass without a weary greeting, or retard the recent past where shadows still are fleeting, ...
Futurelessness (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
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 ...
8 Fragments For Kurt Cobain (Jim Carroll Poem)
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover ...
The Secret People (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
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 ...
The Reeve’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
Fit the Fifth ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
ABOUT WHAT RUNS AWAY (Luis Benitez Poem)
To think that Spinoza died polishing eyeglasses. That Blake got tired at a printer's shop waiting for that day's conversation ...
The House That Was (Laurence Binyon Poem)
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a shaped stone ...
Dining-Room Tea (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...