The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Poems about tatters (27 Poems)
Oatmeal (Galway Kinnell Poem)
I eat oatmeal for breakfast. I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it. I eat ...
The Answer (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
A Rose, in tatters on the garden path, Cried out to God and murmured 'gainst His Wrath, Because a sudden ...
Reveille (A. E. Housman Poem)
Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands upon the ...
A Poet at Twenty (Donald Hall Poem)
Images leap with him from branch to branch. His eyes brighten, his head cocks, he pauses under a green bough, ...
The Ruined Maid (Thomas Hardy Poem)
"O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown! Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town? And whence ...
damsel flies (Rg Gregory Poem)
certain creatures it seems are never seen straight on - they occupy the corner of the eye once sensed (a ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
The Enormity of Their Suffering (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Utter devastation the loss of their nation nothing will be the safe for many years to come The enormity of ...
Heat (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
O wind, rend open the heat, cut apart the heat, rend it to tatters. Fruit cannot drop through this thick ...
To try to speak, and miss the way (Emily Dickinson Poem)
To try to speak, and miss the way And ask it of the Tears, Is Gratitude's sweet poverty, The Tatters ...
If democratically elected (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
What is it with Hezbollah representing barely 15% of the Lebanese Parliament living outside the government immersed in an undeclared ...
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
TO A BROWN BEGGAR-MAID (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
WHITE maiden with the russet hair, Whose garments, through their holes, declare That poverty is part of you, And beauty ...
THE SEVEN OLD MEN (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
THE EYES OF BEAUTY (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
YOU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose; But all the sea of sadness in my blood Surges, and ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Old Pictures In Florence (Robert Browning Poem)
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
90. Epistle to James Smith (Robert Burns Poem)
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
328. Poem on Pastoral Poetry (Robert Burns Poems)
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
Flowering Eucalypt In Autumn (Les Murray Poems)
That slim creek out of the sky the dried-blood western gum tree is all stir in its high reaches: its ...
The Wreck of the Columbine (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Kind Christians, all pay attention to me, And Miss Mouat's sufferings I'll relate to ye; While on board the Columbine, ...
The Combat (Edwin Muir Poems)
It was not meant for human eyes, That combat on the shabby patch Of clods and trampled turf that lies ...
The Wanderer (John Masefield Poems)
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
SCARECROW CRIMES (John Lindley Poems)
In Hayfield I imagine not just the nuts and bolts of split cockpits but a Spitfire's sunk fuselage has smoked ...
Torn Shades (Thomas Lux Poems)
How, in the first place, did they get torn-pulled down hard too many times: to hide a blow, or sex, ...