An Opera House (Amy Lowell Poem)
Within the gold square of the proscenium arch, A curtain of orange velvet hangs in stiff folds, Its tassels jarring ...
Poems about wrists (31 Poems)
THE WITNESSES (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
In Ocean's wide domains, Half buried in the sands, Lie skeletons in chains, With shackled feet and hands. Beyond the ...
That Distance Apart (Jackie Kay Poem)
I am only nineteen My whole life is changing Tonight I see her Shuttered eyes in my dreams I cannot ...
To Mrs Reynolds’ Cat (John Keats Poems)
Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric, How many mice and rats hast in thy days Destroy'd? How many tit ...
Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Endymion: Book III (John Keats Poem)
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Scars on Paper (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
Exiles (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
Her brown falcon perches above the sink as steaming water forks over my hands. Below the wrists they shrivel and ...
Oh Who Is That Young Sinner (A. E. Housman Poem)
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists? And what has he been after that they ...
A Sad State Of Freedom (Nazim Hikmet Poem)
You waste the attention of your eyes, the glittering labour of your hands, and knead the dough enough for dozens ...
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS,CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM (Robert Herrick Poem)
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS, CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM DESUNT NONNULLA-- Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings, ...
The Grauballe Man (Seamus Heaney Poem)
As if he had been poured in tar, he lies on a pillow of turf and seems to weep the ...
Limbo (Seamus Heaney Poem)
Fishermen at Ballyshannon Netted an infant last night Along with the salmon. An illegitimate spawning, A small one thrown back ...
The Prisoners (Robert Hayden Poem)
Steel doors - guillotine gates - of the doorless house closed massively. We were locked in with loss. Guards frisked ...
Bride and Groom Lie Hidden for Three Days (Ted Hughes Poem)
She gives him his eyes, she found them Among some rubble, among some beetles He gives her her skin He ...
Lovesong (Ted Hughes Poem)
He loved her and she loved him His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He ...
Howl (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
We Are the Nails (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
ours are the hands who held his wrists the crowd screaming to crucify our sin the nails driven into his ...
Blue Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Laughter, bright holy laughter preceded the blur of blue, running down the church's hallway hands held high, blue past the ...
Wild Grapes (Robert Frost Poem)
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
February: The Boy Breughel (Norman Dubie Poem)
The birches stand in their beggar's row: Each poor tree Has had its wrists nearly Torn from the clear sleeves ...
It sifts from Leaden Sieves (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -- It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the ...
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 ...
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 Patriot (Robert Browning Poem)
An Old Story I It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. The ...
Eat Your Heart Out (Charles Bukowski Poem)
I've come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's over. this is it. ...
Here I Am … (Charles Bukowski Poem)
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle of wine, I have typed from a dozen ...
I’m In Love (Charles Bukowski Poems)
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
Preludium to America (William Blake Poems)
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: His ...
Modern Love XLII: I Am to Follow Her (George Meredith Poems)
I am to follow her. There is much grace In woman when thus bent on martyrdom. They think that dignity ...