From the Roof (Denise Levertov Poem)
This wild night, gathering the washing as if it were flowers animal vines twisting over the line and slapping my ...
Poems about trash (31 Poems)
Memories of West Street and Lepke (Robert Lowell Poem)
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
The Ballad of Persse O’Reilly (James Joyce Poems)
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty How he fell with a roll and a rumble And curled up like ...
Praying Drunk (Andrew Hudgins Poem)
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to ...
That Nature Is A Heraclitean Fire And Of The Comfort Of The Resurrection (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they ...
The Commination (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
Commination (Alec Derwent Hope Poem)
He that is filthy let him be filthy still. Rev. 22.11 Like John on Patmos, brooding on the Four Last ...
Love and Black Magic (Robert Graves Poem)
To the woods, to the woods is the wizard gone; In his grotto the maiden sits alone. She gazes up ...
Wasteful (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wasteful with his gifts the riches of this life gorging on his excess crumbs falling to the ground The beggar ...
Our Brothers and Sisters (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Those like the unclean man possessed by some demon different than us maybe not dressed right Late into the night ...
Nothing Else (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
None of my possessions none of my past, my memories nothing compares with knowing Christ Seeking him all of my ...
In Meeting (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the act of meeting, In Congress, a body politic; but unlike a select few, direct democracy people showing up, ...
High up in the Branches (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
High up in the branches balls of branches, leaves homes of the squirrels covered in snow one man's trash another's ...
Like Children (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the synoptic gospels, we are told, by the savior, the first born of the resurrection, the first in the ...
exploding neural pathways (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
random connection to long forgotten facts scraps of thoughts deep within my consciousness triggered by a word, a conversation, music, ...
Urban Ornaments (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sneakers on wires, trash in trees urban ornaments overhead drawing eyes upward away from the litter, the flotsam and jetsam ...
Closer to the Fire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A summer, long ago a different sleepover, out under the stars, in the Berkshire woods when summer camp meant the ...
The Tradesman and the Scholar (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
A Citizen of mighty Pelf, But much a Blockhead, in himself Disdain'd a Man of shining Parts, Master of Sciences ...
Stalk Me (Maggie Estep Poem)
Liner Notes - (from Love Is A Dog From Hell) My friend Jenny is really worried that people are going ...
Metro North (Mark Doty Poem)
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
Filthy Savior (Laure-Anne Bosselaar Poem)
Look at this storm, the idiot, pouring its heart out here, of all places, an industrial suburb on a Sunday, ...
Spirit (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Be still, thou unregenerate part, Disturb no more my settled heart, For I have vow'd (and so will do) Thee ...
A Dialogue between Old England and New (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
The Flesh and the Spirit (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Fra Lippo Lippi (Robert Browning Poem)
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
307. Elegy on Captain Matthew Henderson (Robert Burns Poem)
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
147. Address to a Haggis (Robert Burns Poems)
FAIR fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the pudding-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, ...
Artificer (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
Indignation Jones (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
You would not believe, would you That I came from good Welsh stock? That I was purer blooded than the ...