Television (Roald Dahl Poem)
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
Poems about wash (51 Poems)
The Price of Fame (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Do I really love you? So let me guess, you'll think I'm easy prey if I say, okay I do ...
Congratulations (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Congratulations, you've succeeded, you've acknowledged 60% of you at least are the incredibly dense and mindless people needed to make ...
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Cologne (Paul Celan Poem)
In Kohln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang'd with murderous stones And rags, and hags, and hideous ...
Wine and Water (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale, He ate his egg with a ladle ...
Divine Epigrams: On the Baptized Ethiopian (Richard Crashaw Poem)
To wash an Ethiope; He's wash'd, his gloomy skin a peaceful shade, For his white soul is made; And now, ...
The Covenant (William Cowper Poem)
(Ezekiel, xxxvi. 25-28) The Lord proclaims His grace abroad! "Behold, I change your hearts of stone; Each shall renounce his ...
Praise for the Fountain Opened (William Cowper Poem)
(Zecheriah, xiii.1) There is a fountain fill'd with blood, Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose ...
The Castaway (William Cowper Poem)
Obscurest night involv'd the sky, Th' Atlantic billows roar'd, When such a destin'd wretch as I, Wash'd headlong from on ...
Hymn to Pan (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Hymn to Pan (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Cologne (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
In K?hln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang'd with murderous stones And rags, and hags, and hideous ...
Christabel (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
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 ...
Excerpts from “Poetry” (Michael Burch Poem)
Poetry, I found you where at last they chained and bound you; with devices all around you to torture and ...
Mary (Edgar Bowers Poem)
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
Cornish Cliffs (John Betjeman Poem)
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
In Westminster Abbey (John Betjeman Poem)
Let me take this other glove off As the vox humana swells, And the beauteous fields of Eden Bask beneath ...
Hamlet Off-Stage: Hambeau Heartbroke Horny (D. C. Berry Poem)
Ophelia claims we're dead and gives me back all my Frank Zappa and the Mothers albums. I nearly claw out ...
Governors On Sominex (David Berman Poem)
It had been four days of no weather as if nature had conceded its genius to the indoors. They'd closed ...
Mutability (Rupert Brooke Poem)
They say there's a high windless world and strange, Out of the wash of days and temporal tide, Where Faith ...
Tiare Tahiti (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
The Author to her Book (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Thou ill-form'd offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth did'st by my side remain, Till snatcht from thence by ...
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 ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
Time’s Revenges (Robert Browning Poems)
I've a Friend, over the sea; I like him, but he loves me. It all grew out of the books ...
The Flight Of The Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...