Pizza for Dinner (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
On another night, the choice, the decision, would not seem so odd pizza for dinner, what could be wrong But, ...
Poems about weren (43 Poems)
Baby Raptors (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Little vultures, circling over their fresh prey waiting not so patiently, swooping down and back, because they weren't yet ready ...
A Bowl of Walnuts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pining for peanuts praying for the nuts begging for them a gray squirrel by our porch pitch a peanut, watch ...
The Ledges (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
Hair Cut (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A grand presentation the three of us early one Sunday morning just before Easter A grand march with appropriate solemnity ...
Jesus’ Eyes (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Whatever he looked like, and we aren't told, she said he must have had beautiful eyes Eyes to be drunk ...
Costs not Expenses (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A fine line in the sand of import to find balance of equities costs yes, expenses no parsing subtleties of ...
Pink Slides (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I saw her for a split second driving down Canal toward home off to the left almost over my shoulder ...
Elegy (Carolyn Forche Poem)
The page opens to snow on a field: boot-holed month, black hour the bottle in your coat half voda half ...
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 ...
Place for a Third (Robert Frost Poem)
Nothing to say to all those marriages! She had made three herself to three of his. The score was even ...
The Black Cottage (Robert Frost Poem)
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
The Code (Robert Frost Poem)
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
A Servant to Servants (Robert Frost Poem)
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
A Passing Glimpse (Robert Frost Poem)
To Ridgely Torrence On Last Looking into His 'Hesperides' I often see flowers from a passing car That are gone ...
William Rufus (Marriott Edgar Poem)
The reign of King William the Second Were an uninteresting affair There's only two things that's remembered of him That's ...
The Jubilee Sov’reign (Marriott Edgar Poems)
On Jubilee Day the Ramsbottoms Invited relations to tea, Including young Albert's grandmother- An awkward old . . party, was ...
The ‘Ole in the Ark (Marriott Edgar Poems)
One evening at dusk as Noah stood on his Ark, Putting green oil in starboard side lamp, His wife came ...
Sam’s Christmas Pudding (Marriott Edgar Poems)
It was Christmas Day in the trenches In Spain in Penninsular War, And Sam Small were cleaning his musket A ...
Queen Matilda (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Henry the first, surnamed " Beauclare," Lost his only son William at sea, So when Henry died it were hard ...
Gunner Joe (Marriott Edgar Poem)
I'll tell you a seafaring story, Of a lad who won honour and fame Wi' Nelson at Battle 'Trafalgar, Joe ...
Goalkeeper Joe (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Joe Dunn were a bobby for football He gave all his time to that sport, He played for the West ...
Albert and His Savings (Marriott Edgar Poem)
One day, little Albert Ramsbottom To see 'ow much money 'e'd got Stuck a knife in 'is money-box slot 'ole ...
Albert and the ‘Eadsman (Marriott Edgar Poems)
On young Albert Ramsbottom's birthday His parents asked what he'd like most; He said to see t' Tower of London ...
Walking The Marshland (Stephen Dunn Poem)
It was no place for the faithless, so I felt a little odd walking the marshland with my daughters, Canada ...
At The Smithville Methodist Church (Stephen Dunn Poem)
It was supposed to be Arts & Crafts for a week, but when she came home with the "Jesus Saves" ...
The Embrace (Mark Doty Poem)
You weren't well or really ill yet either; just a little tired, your handsomeness tinged by grief or anticipation, which ...
Worthy Places (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
There were some worthy places where we could escape, avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely peopled space; ...
Steve’s tears (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
My beloved called to me to come and see Steve's tears, he was crying on TV; Steve Irwin, The Crocodile ...