Textures of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism's spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington's monuments smooth of a baby's skin, ...
Poems about tough (30 Poems)
Backing Up (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It happened a few times this morning trying to tell the whole story, or more of it anyway eager ears, ...
Arthur (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Always precise Revealing himself Tough to do Hero of my youth Unique man Remembered always February 20, 2007 20:01 (Raymond ...
A walk by the edge of the wood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
at the edge of the field the brink of the wood grass yields to rougher plants plants of the brush, ...
Thirty-nine (Eugene Field Poem)
O hapless day! O wretched day! I hoped you'd pass me by-- Alas, the years have sneaked away And all ...
The Ax-Helve (Robert Frost Poem)
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Mahalia Jackson (James A. Emanuel Poem)
« I sing the LORD'S songs » (palms once tough to stay alive, alarm clock on five). Cinnamon cheeks, Lord, ...
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Elegy V: His Picture (John Donne Poem)
Here take my picture; though I bid farewell, Thine, in my heart, where my soul dwells, shall dwell. 'Tis like ...
Of Life to own — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Of Life to own -- From Life to draw -- But never tough the reservoir -- (Emily Dickinson)
An Elegy upon the Death of the Dean of St. Paul’s, Dr. John (Thomas Carew Poems)
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
Ballad Of The Despairing Husband (Robert Creeley Poem)
My wife and I lived all alone, contention was our only bone. I fought with her, she fought with me, ...
To G. M. W. And G. F. W. (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Whenas-(I love that "whenas" word- It shows I am a poet, too,) Q. Horace Flaccus gaily stirred The welkin with ...
The Twenty Hoss-Power Shay (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
The Hideous Chair (Erin Belieu Poem)
This hideous, upholstered in gift-wrap fabric, chromed in places, design possibility for the future canned ham. Its genius wonderful, circa ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
October (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Bluebird (Charles Bukowski Poem)
there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay ...
Strayed Crab (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
In Every Direction (Ralph Angel Poem)
As if you actually died in that dream and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines tumble toward the ceiling. ...
The Sale of Saint Thomas (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Daffy Duck In Hollywood (John Ashbery Poem)
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Tourists (Yehuda Amichai Poem)
Visits of condolence is all we get from them. They squat at the Holocaust Memorial, They put on grave faces ...
Sohrab and Rustum (Matthew Arnold Poem)
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Variations on the Word Love (Margaret Atwood Poem)
This is a word we use to plug holes with. It's the right size for those warm blanks in speech, ...
The Ballad of Rudolph Reed (Gwendolyn Brooks Poems)
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
Gamblers All (Charles Bukowski Poems)
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you ...