A Pillar of Fire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Angry, oooh were they angry . bursting, flying out of that hole, next to the foundation by the lilac bush ...
Poems about yard (51 Poems)
Backwash Worms (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Have you ever stood in backwash worms? Worms and night crawlers that come to the surface of your yard? when ...
Winfreda (Eugene Field Poem)
(A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE) When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda's husband strode that day, The fair Winfreda ...
Prof. vere de blaw (Eugene Field Poem)
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
The Grindstone (Robert Frost Poem)
Having a wheel and four legs of its own Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone To get it anywhere that ...
The Ax-Helve (Robert Frost Poem)
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
The Housekeeper (Robert Frost Poem)
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
Christmas Trees (Robert Frost Poem)
(A Christmas Circular Letter) THE CITY had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the country; When ...
Love and a Question (Robert Frost Poem)
A stranger came to the door at eve, And he spoke the bridegroom fair. He bore a green-white stick in ...
Two Tramps In Mud Time (Robert Frost Poem)
Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put ...
‘Out, Out–‘ (Robert Frost Poems)
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when ...
The Fall (Russell Edson Poem)
There was a man who found two leaves and came indoors holding them out saying to his parents that he ...
Threnody (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Growltiger’s Last Stand (T. S. Eliot Poems)
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
Rhapsody on a Windy Night (T. S. Eliot Poem)
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
Macavity: The Mystery Cat (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw-- For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law. He's ...
The Shark’s Parlor (James Dickey Poems)
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
At Corfu (Norman Dubie Poem)
In seventeen hundred, a much hated sultan visited us twice, finally dying of headaches in the south harbor. Ever since, ...
The Ancestral Dwelling (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal ...
Longfellow (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
The Hunt (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
Courage is a motherless lamb (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
For a small child crossing the pen alone was a courageous feat, occasionally, with a maniacal bleat, the wether would ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Farewell (John Clare Poem)
Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river And the flags where the butter-bump hides in forever; Farewell to ...
A True Story, for Jeremy (Michael Burch Poem)
Jeremy hit the ball today, over the fence and far away. So very, very far away a neighbor had to ...
Agoraphobia (John Burnside Poem)
My whole world is all you refuse: a black light, angelic and cold on the path to the orchard, fox-runs ...
Elegy: Walking the Line (Edgar Bowers Poem)
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
The Geate a-Vallen to (Ingeborg Bachmann Poem)
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
The Rain Was Ending, And Light (Laurence Binyon Poem)
The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child's ...