The History Of One Tough Motherfucker (Charles Bukowski Poem)
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
Poems about time (51 Poems)
I’m In Love (Charles Bukowski Poems)
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
Somebody (Charles Bukowski Poem)
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski? and ...
Manuelzinho (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
To The Whore Who Took My Poems (Charles Bukowski Poem)
some say we should keep personal remorse from the poem, stay abstract, and there is some reason in this, but ...
A Prodigal (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The brown enormous odor he lived by was too close, with its breathing and thick hair, for him to judge. ...
A Miracle For Breakfast (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
Florida (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
The Man-Moth (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
In The Waiting Room (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
All or Nothing (Siddharth Anand Poem)
All or Nothing The final race. the final decision All disgrace or fortune all Either I fall or I stand ...
A Day At Union Station (Tiel Aisha Ansari Poem)
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
SOULSTRONG;/BREAKAWAY (Siddharth Anand Poem)
Abandon the past Throw away the baggage Suffer no more. avast(stop now) Breakaway from the chains and shackles Which from ...
shatter (W. Jude Aher Poem)
nowhere left to go standing, at the crossroads just a man. searching the sand for his fingerprints, lost so long ...
the butterfly and the rose (W. Jude Aher Poem)
i walk the dream where the street breathes in the shadow of moon-light, the lovers night. oh, sweet love long ...
Snapshot of a Lump (Kelli Russell Agodon Poem)
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
Breaking and Entering (Ralph Angel Poem)
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
The Room (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Through that window-all else being extinct Except itself and me-I saw the struggle Of darkness against darkness. Within the room ...
The Carver (Conrad Aiken Poem)
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
All Lovely Things (Conrad Aiken Poem)
All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die, And youth, that's now so bravely ...
Alone (Deborah Ager Poem)
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...
Summer Nights (Deborah Ager Poem)
Lamoni, Iowa The factory siren tells workers time to go home tells them the evening has begun. When living with ...
Abbey Assaroe (William Allingham Poem)
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown (Delmira Agustini Poem)
I live, I die, I burn, I drown I endure at once chill and cold Life is at once too ...
Hymn to Love (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
Fairy Song (Louisa May Alcott Poem)
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song ...
Rapids (A. R. Ammons Poem)
Fall's leaves are redder than spring's flowers, have no pollen, and also sometimes fly, as the wind schools them out ...
Just Walking Around (John Ashbery Poem)
What name do I have for you? Certainly there is not name for you In the sense that the stars ...
White Night (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...
Thunder (Anna Akhmatova Poem)
There will be thunder then. Remember me. Say ' She asked for storms.' The entire world will turn the colour ...