A feather from the Whippoorwill (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting -- sings! Whose galleries -- are Sunrise -- Whose Opera -- the Springs ...
Poems about thread (51 Poems)
A shady friend — for Torrid days (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A shady friend -- for Torrid days -- Is easier to find -- Than one of higher temperature For Frigid ...
The Grass so little has to do (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Grass so little has to do -- A Sphere of simple Green -- With only Butterflies to brood And ...
On such a night, or such a night, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its ...
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms (Emily Dickinson Poem)
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms -- And leaves the Shreds behind -- Oh Housewife in the Evening West -- Come ...
In soothing, sweetened words (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
No, she said, I never knew it was your first. It doesn't matter anyway. I always had an inkling that ...
Forsaken promises (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Nothing came to claim my muse, instead I dreamed of freedoms neatly folded in a treasure chest lying in the ...
Song. Good Counsel to a Young Maid (Thomas Carew Poem)
GAZE not on thy beauty's pride, Tender maid, in the false tide That from lovers' eyes doth slide. Let thy ...
The Black Virgin (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
A Song of Departure (Li Ching Chao Poem)
Warm rain and soft breeze by turns Have just broken And driven away the chill. Moist as the pussy willows, ...
The Thread of Truth (Arthur Hugh Clough Poem)
Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there In small bright specks upon the visible side Of our strange ...
A Hermit Thrush (Amy Clampitt Poem)
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
The Cobweb (Raymond Carver Poem)
A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck of the house. From there I could see and hear the ...
Dance Me To The End Of Love (Leonard Cohen Poem)
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift ...
Dejection: An Ode (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
Echoes (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Lady Clara Vere de Vere Was eight years old, she said: Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread. ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Remembrances (John Clare Poem)
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Gardening (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
Pruning the rosebush the ache of the summer heat on my shoulders, the feel of the living stalk between fingers, ...
The Surprise (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
As there I left the road in May, And took my way along a ground, I found a glade with ...
The Daughter Of The Year (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Nature, when she made thee, dear, Begged the treasures of the year. For thy cheeks, all pink and white, Spring ...
The Surprise (William Barnes Poem)
As there I left the road in May, And took my way along a ground, I found a glade with ...
The Growth of Love (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The Wood (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
Sonnet (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
Rupert Brooke – Sonnet (Suggested By Some Of The Proceedings Of The Society For Psychical Research ) (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Not with vain tears, when we're beyond the sun, We'll beat on the substantial doors, nor tread Those dusty high-roads ...
Upon a Fit of Sickness (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Twice ten years old not fully told since nature gave me breath, My race is run, my thread spun, lo, ...
Winter garden (Matsuo Basho Poem)
Winter garden, the moon thinned to a thread, insects singing. (Matsuo Basho)
Stanzas To Jessy (Lord Byron Poem)
There is a mystic thread of life So dearly wreath'd with mine alone, That Destiny's relentless knife At once must ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...