Our Brothers and Sisters (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Those like the unclean man possessed by some demon different than us maybe not dressed right Late into the night ...
Poems about writer (31 Poems)
The Power in this Word (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words of the apostle the writer of these words bringing a powerful message hope for all of us The ...
Stones for the water (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words of my poetry intended for others for strangers, people whom I may never meet Stones, rounded, and purposeful ...
No Pressure Here (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A restless group of teens Gathered around a large circle Listening to me read the scripture Nodding at the intent ...
Life in the Spirit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A life in the Spirit that is the Pauline prayer in the wisdom of the sermon, the words of the ...
The Hum of the Fan (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All is quiet in the house, girls asleep, slowing down the only sound my fingers clicking these words the purr ...
Post-Graduate (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What do we learn from the roads not taken, of choices made without full exploration? "What if", and "where would ...
Ancient Flyer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh they got the name right when they named these Ancient flyers of the sun tail like an alligator's flesh ...
An Angel, a Deacon, and a Eunuch (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What was it that the daily reflection asked? Oh yeah, it was, "If you were set down beside the carriage ...
Joconde (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Fragment at Tunbridge-Wells (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
FOR He, that made, must new create us, Ere Seneca, or Epictetus, With all their serious Admonitions, Can, for the ...
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 ...
Mac Flecknoe (John Dryden Poem)
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
Going to Him! Happy letter! (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Going to Him! Happy letter! Tell Him -- Tell Him the page I didn't write -- Tell Him -- I ...
Jack’s Legacy (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
The critic gushed and said, "Just like Jack, so raw, I never thought to see another writer just like Kerouac!" ...
Hostel Beach, Oneroa (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The cliff sprang from the sea at end of Hostel Beach, if the tide was out you'd reach a tiny ...
Carbonara eyes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Nicky said I couldn't write, she's got a charming sense of social etiquette - given she's a bitch (the canine ...
To Ben Jonson upon Occasion of his Ode of Defiance Annexed t (Thomas Carew Poem)
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
February (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
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 ...
See (Michael Burch Poem)
See how her hair has thinned: it does not seem / like hair at all, but like the airy moult ...
Lions (Jonathan Bohrn Poem)
Not enough study has been done on old lions dying. Unable to feed themselves, without pride, teeth or claws, their ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Vision of Judgment (Lord Byron Poem)
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Churchill’s Grave (Lord Byron Poems)
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed The comet of a season, and I saw The humblest of ...
A Light Woman (Robert Browning Poem)
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?- My friend, ...
Are You Drinking? (Charles Bukowski Poem)
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook out again I write from the bed as I did last year. will ...
Be Angry At San Pedro (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I say to my woman, "Jeffers was a great poet. think of a title like Be Angry At The Sun. ...
Now (Charles Bukowski Poems)
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer. some damned ...