Jellyfish Toss (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Please, oh please catch it (and not wear it) So were the thoughts rushing through my mind as I played ...
Poems about toss (45 Poems)
The fly-away horse (Eugene Field Poem)
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse - Perhaps you have seen him before; Perhaps, while you slept, his ...
Alcidor (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
While Monarchs in stern Battle strove For proud Imperial Sway; Abandon'd to his milder Love, Within a silent peaceful Grove, ...
Now Close the Windows (Robert Frost Poem)
Now close the windows and hush all the fields: If the trees must, let them silently toss; No bird is ...
The Tuft of Flowers (Robert Frost Poem)
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew ...
Gunner Joe (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell you a seafaring story, Of a lad who won honour and fame Wi' Nelson at Battle 'Trafalgar, Joe ...
Morning at the Window (T. S. Eliot Poem)
THEY are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, And along the trampled edges of the street I am aware of ...
Thirty Bob a Week (John Davidson Poem)
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as ...
A Runnable Stag (John Davidson Poem)
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn'd, We harbour'd a stag ...
Alexander’s Feast; Or, The Power Of Music (John Dryden Poems)
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
Your Hay It Is Mow’d, And Your Corn Is Reap’d (John Dryden Poems)
(Comus.) Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd; Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd: ...
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, ...
Upon a Lilac Sea (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Upon a Lilac Sea To toss incessantly His Plush Alarm Who fleeing from the Spring The Spring avenging fling To ...
Soul, Wilt thou toss again? (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed -- But tens have won an ...
Again — his voice is at the door — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Again -- his voice is at the door -- I feel the old Degree -- I hear him ask the ...
Where Ships of Purple — gently toss (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Where Ships of Purple -- gently toss -- On Seas of Daffodil -- Fantastic Sailors -- mingle -- And then ...
If you were coming in the Fall, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
If you were coming in the Fall, I'd brush the Summer by With half a smile, and half a spurn, ...
We lose — because we win (Emily Dickinson Poem)
We lose -- because we win -- Gamblers -- recollecting which Toss their dice again! (Emily Dickinson)
On Receipt Of My Mother’s Picture (William Cowper Poems)
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
The Improvisatore (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Fears In Solitude (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
To A Young Ass (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Shoveling Snow With Buddha (Billy Collins Poem)
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
A True Story, for Jeremy (Michael Burch Poem)
Jeremy hit the ball today, over the fence and far away. So very, very far away a neighbor had to ...
The Ballad Of A Bachelor (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Listen, ladies, while I sing The ballad of John Henry King. John Henry was a bachelor, His age was thirty-three ...
I Will Not Let Thee Go (Robert Seymour Bridges Poem)
I will not let thee go. Ends all our month-long love in this? Can it be summed up so, Quit ...
I bended unto me a Bough (Thomas Edward Brown Poem)
I bended unto me a bough of May, That I might see and smell: It bore it in a sort ...
Hauntings (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In the grey tumult of these after years Oft silence falls; the incessant wranglers part; And less-than-echoes of remembered tears ...
Sonnet: Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and ...