Killing Their Speech (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The freedoms cut off taking them away shooting them in the street driving them into fear Killing their speech the ...
Poems about thumb (31 Poems)
Without the need of proof (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They believed, based on the words of scripture the faith, deep within their hearts even in exile, in Babylonian captivity ...
Out of place (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Color mismatch Movement out of place A short, broke yew, late in the summer Dark green, Leather skin Shiny Broken ...
Handbell Notes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Watching them play Seeing their notes on the paper Sensing the fun in practice in hearing the sheet come alive ...
Squash in Blossom (Robert Francis Poem)
How lush, how loose, the uninhibited squash is. If ever hearts (and these immoderate leaves Are vegetable hearts) were worn ...
Blueberries (Robert Frost Poem)
"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day: Blueberries as ...
Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight (Robert Frost Poem)
When I spread out my hand here today, I catch no more than a ray To feel of between thumb ...
Magna Carta (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell of the Magna Charter As were signed at the Barons' command On Runningmead Island in t' middle of ...
Mac Flecknoe (John Dryden Poem)
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun -- In Corners -- till a Day The Owner passed -- identified ...
Travelling on the thumb (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Travelling on the thumb, it wasn't hard to do, you took the rides that you could get with no regrets ...
Hidden dangers (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Which things excited you the most when you were young, can you recall the pleasures they would bring? Indulge yourself, ...
Days of the slow roll (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It was the days of the slow roll, times when we dextrously dressed our hand-rolled cigarettes with a dearth of ...
Chaplinesque (Hart Crane Poem)
We will make our meek adjustments, Contented with such random consolations As the wind deposits In slithered and too ample ...
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 ...
Waiting For The Miracle (Leonard Cohen Poem)
(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Baby, I've been waiting, I've been waiting night and day. I didn't see the time, I ...
Hexameters (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea ! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and ...
Marginalia (Billy Collins Poem)
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
Snow Day (Billy Collins Poem)
Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a ...
Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
Dream Song 54: ‘NO VISITORS’ I thumb the roller to (John Berryman Poems)
'NO VISITORS' I thumb the roller to and leans against the door. Comfortable in my horseblanket I prop on the ...
Heretic’s Tragedy, The (Robert Browning Poems)
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
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 ...
Caliban upon Setebos or, Natural Theology in the Island (Robert Browning Poem)
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
A Lovers’ Quarrel (Robert Browning Poems)
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
Rabbi Ben Ezra (Robert Browning Poem)
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
At The Fishhouses (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
The Map (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of ...
long highway blues (W. Jude Aher Poem)
highway dancing during a long day of running my thumb, carrying me nowhere grew tired, a sunset and beauty carved ...
Night: San Francisco (Deborah Ager Poem)
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...