My Father’s Belt (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Fifteen year and more After he is gone, A regular reminder of my father Goes around my waist, through the ...
Poems about waist (44 Poems)
Suppose (Eugene Field Poem)
Suppose, my dear, that you were I And by your side your sweetheart sate; Suppose you noticed by and by ...
Love’s Emblems (John Fletcher Poems)
NOW the lusty spring is seen; Golden yellow, gaudy blue, Daintily invite the view: Everywhere on every green Roses blushing ...
Ballad of the Army Carts (Tu Fu Poem)
The carts squeak and trundle, the horses whinny, the conscripts go by, each with a bow and arrows at his ...
A Hundred Collars (Robert Frost Poem)
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
The Channel Swimmer (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure Of a hero who tackled the sea, A super-man swimming the ocean, ...
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 ...
Confirmation (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
He was a poet who wrote clever verses, And folks said he had a fine poetical taste; But his father, ...
When I Close My Eyes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
Time to play (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen where I compose, I don't expect it to stay that ...
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 Task: Book IV, The Winter Evening (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
Boo to Buddha (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
Boo to Buddha (Aleister Crowley Poem)
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
Take This Waltz (Leonard Cohen Poem)
(After Lorca) Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where death comes to cry. There's a ...
Fit the Second ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Bellman's Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies-- Such a carriage, such ease and such grace! ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Tomes (Billy Collins Poem)
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
Pinup (Billy Collins Poem)
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
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, ...
The Smile on the Face of a Kouros (William Bronk Poem)
This boy, of course, was dead, whatever that might mean. And nobly dead. I think we should feel he was ...
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 ...
The Lion (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the Waste, He has a big head and a very small waist; But ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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 ...
Maid of Athens, ere we part (Lord Byron Poem)
Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give back my heart! Or, since that has left my breast, Keep ...
THE DANCE OF DEATH (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
Nationality In Drinks (Robert Browning Poem)
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
Holy-Cross Day (Robert Browning Poem)
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...