The Cambaroora Star (Henry Lawson Poem)
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
Poems about tar (31 Poems)
Train Ride (Federico Garcia Lorca Poem)
After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc into the green ...
The Building of the Ship (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
Cleared (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt! From ...
The Ballad of the “Bolivar” (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
Seven men from all the world, back to Docks again, Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain: Give ...
Sacrifices (Richard Jones Poem)
All winter the fire devoured everything -- tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers. When April finally arrived, I opened ...
A Country Life (Randall Jarrell Poem)
A bird that I don't know, Hunched on his light-pole like a scarecrow, Looks sideways out into the wheat The ...
The Unpromised Land, Montgomery, Alabama (Andrew Hudgins Poem)
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
Late Afternoon: The Onslaught Of Love (Anthony Hecht Poem)
For William and Emily Maxwell At this time of day One could hear the caulking irons sound Against the hulls ...
The Loss Of The Eurydice (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
Foundered March 24. 1878 1 The Eurydice-it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep ...
Keeping Going (Seamus Heaney Poem)
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
The Grauballe Man (Seamus Heaney Poem)
As if he had been poured in tar, he lies on a pillow of turf and seems to weep the ...
The Beach (Robert Graves Poem)
Louder than gulls the little children scream Whom fathers haul into the jovial foam; But others fearlessly rush in, breast ...
Inis an Domhain – haiku (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Tar a shábháil dúinn go léir Tá ardú tagtha ar an Messiah Inis an domhan ar fad 31 Márta, 2010 ...
In the Shadow of the Car (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A perfect reflection the dusting of the snow remaining scraped like the rest but never melting to black In the ...
Emptying Town (Nick Flynn Poem)
I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens fill the sidewalk ...
The Kitchen Chimney (Robert Frost Poem)
Builder, in building the little house, In every way you may please yourself; But please please me in the kitchen ...
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 ...
A Sloop of Amber slips away (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar, The Son of ...
Salvage (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Daily the cortege of crumpled defunct cars goes by by the lasagna- layered flatbed truckload: hardtop reverting to tar smudge, ...
Saturday’s Child (Countee Cullen Poems)
Some are teethed on a silver spoon, With the stars strung for a rattle; I cut my teeth as the ...
The house where I was born (05) (Yves Bonnefoy Poem)
In the same dream I am lying in the hollow of a boat, My forehead and eyes against the curved ...
Self-Portrait At 28 (David Berman Poem)
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
Tarantella (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the bedding Of the straw ...
Nationality In Drinks (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
67. Epistle to John Goldie, in Kilmarnock (Robert Burns Poem)
O GOWDIE, terror o' the whigs, Dread o' blackcoats and rev'rend wigs! Sour Bigotry, on her last legs, Girns an' ...
Trouv?e (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Oh, why should a hen have been run over on West 4th Street in the middle of summer? She was ...
258. Epistle to James Tennant of Glenconner (Robert Burns Poems)
AULD comrade dear, and brither sinner, How's a' the folk about Glenconner? How do you this blae eastlin wind, That's ...
Bill Bowls the Sailor (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
'Twas about the beginning of the present century, Bill Bowls was pressed, and sent to sea; And conveyed on board ...
They Feed They Lion (Philip Levine Poems)
Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter, Out of black bean and wet slate bread, Out of the acids ...