Meeting Him for a Reason (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I shared a word of grace, in the sanctuary last night of a client who is seeking looking to change ...
Poems about tracks (40 Poems)
Deer Print (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A single impression pressed hard, deep into the mud, a deer track surviving the rains, rains that washed, stripped away, ...
Ant Tracks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
under a rock a cityscape hidden from view roads, side streets, and big highways between the entrances to their homes ...
Peter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Calloused hands hearty handshake Bright eyes and easy smile consumed his face Brothers we are Mi Amigo, and confidante, through ...
Falls (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Back out into the wet woods Walking and hiking But always looking, watching, Searching for that one moment when the ...
Aerosol Archaeopteryx (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Ephemeral denizen of the dawn Emblazoned on the waking An aerosol archaeopteryx Captured for a twinkling On the heavens Feathers ...
A Field of Scat (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Late January, in the cold clear wood Boots crunch through layers of snow and ice Breath catches in beard and ...
A Frozen Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A prayer hidden and silent Stones submerged by winter's blanket Covered and cold beneath the grip of frost If they ...
To Mr. Blanchard, the Celebrated Aeronaut in America (Philip Freneau Poem)
Nil mortalibus ardui est Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia Horace FROM Persian looms the silk he wove No Weaver meant should ...
The Wood-Pile (Robert Frost Poem)
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, ...
The Last Word of a Blue Bird (Robert Frost Poem)
As told to a child As I went out a Crow In a low voice said, "Oh, I was looking ...
On a Tree Fallen Across the Road (Robert Frost Poem)
(To hear us talk) The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is ...
‘Twas the old — road — through pain (Emily Dickinson Poems)
'Twas the old -- road -- through pain -- That unfrequented -- one -- With many a turn -- and ...
Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush I hear the level Bee -- A Jar across the Flowers goes ...
Frogmouth biker (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The biker was a menace on the farm, a madman bent on speed, intent on leaving all for dead (it ...
After the rain (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Resurgent greens and stronger hues combined within the colours in-between will spring again, the reddish brown has nearly gone and ...
The Sea-Child (Eliza Cook Poem)
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
Gertrude of Wyoming (Thomas Campbell Poem)
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The Mores (John Clare Poem)
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Silence (Billy Collins Poem)
Now it is time to say what you have to say. The room is quiet. The whirring fan has been ...
The Visionary (Emily Bronte Poem)
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep, Watching every cloud, dreading ...
A little while, a little while (Emily Bronte Poem)
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front (Wendell Berry Poem)
Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your ...
Freedom of Love (Andre Breton Poem)
(Translated from the French by Edouard Rodti) My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of ...
Surprise (Richard Brautigan Poem)
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Deer Tracks (Richard Brautigan Poem)
Beautiful, sobbing high-geared fucking and then to lie silently like deer tracks in the freshly-fallen snow beside the one you ...