A Song of the White Men (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
1899 Now, this is the cup the White Men drink When they go to right a wrong, And that is ...
Poems about underfoot (30 Poems)
For Joseph (Dale Harcombe Poem)
Your ears will never hear sounds that to me are ordinary as air. From the hour that you were born ...
Bogland (Seamus Heaney Poem)
for T. P. Flanagan We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening-- Everywhere the eye concedes to ...
The Snap of the Branches Underfoot (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The snap of the branches underfoot watching where I walk the path refracting the light the mica reflecting the sun ...
Slowing our steps in the forest (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Walking along, a community together slowing our steps, the forest before us spending time, lingering there Open to what the ...
A Can of Cat Food (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So seriously, so purposely saying the words, fulfilling them as well "In this house, in this kitchen, the first ingredient ...
A Crispness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A crispness to the air, the sky the sounds of leaves underfoot of the wheels running on the pavement the ...
Pine Needle Floorboards (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Silence steps, into the chapel the open-air sanctuary walking in silence a mere rubbing underfoot less than a crunch pine ...
Sounds of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Crashing waves on a rocky coast, rain falling on parched ground The cry of a newborn baby, the call of ...
Inviolate (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Simple truths, essential truths beliefs held inviolate for our nation to set us apart cast off, dropped underfoot walked upon ...
Autumnal Diorama (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Early morning Crisp Air Gray ridged bark Green lawn, leaf clutter underfoot Wisps of fog off the pond Green trees ...
Crayola ‘Morn (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Smell the bold colors, Rich in my nostrils, Illuminated on the branches before me as I drive. Low sunlight piercing ...
Barrington (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Land in the rough By design and by tradition. A sense of place. Stone wall and lake and meadow Wood ...
Dew in the Morning – first try (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It is 7 am And the world awakes. There's dew in the morning. Every tip of the serrated Wild strawberry ...
Dew in the Morning – (Resurrection) (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
Cicada Feet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
High in the trees After subterranean slumber Your song exalts Summer heat I found you By the path Underfoot Alone ...
Cicada Feet – Revised (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
High in the trees After subterranean slumber Your song exalts Summer heat I found you By the path Underfoot Alone ...
The Star-Splitter (Robert Frost Poem)
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
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 ...
The Shark’s Parlor (James Dickey Poems)
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
The Sun Underfoot Among The Sundews (Amy Clampitt Poem)
An ingenuity too astonishing to be quite fortuitous is this bog full of sundews, sphagnum- lined and shaped like a ...
I, or Someone Like Me (Marvin Bell Poem)
In a wilderness, in some orchestral swing through trees, with a wind playing all the high notes, and the prospect ...
The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Lyonnesse (Sylvia Plath Poems)
No use whistling for Lyonnesse! Sea-cold, sea-cold it certainly is. Take a look at the white, high berg on his ...
Paths (Dorothy Parker Poems)
I shall tread, another year, Ways I walked with Grief, Past the dry, ungarnered ear And the brittle leaf. I ...
The Goose Fish (Howard Nemerov Poems)
On the long shore, lit by the moon To show them properly alone, Two lovers suddenly embraced So that their ...
Where edges are (Chris Mansell Poems)
She is effulgent in the dark halls of town. She is listening but they are hearing. Her skin is blistering ...
Paradise Lost: Book 04 (John Milton Poems)
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Journey (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow ...
The Distant Winter (Philip Levine Poems)
from an officer's diary during the last war I The sour daylight cracks through my sleep-caked lids. "Stephan! Stephan!" The ...