The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Poems about yellows (27 Poems)
The Captured Goddess (Amy Lowell Poem)
Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered ...
Azure and Gold (Amy Lowell Poem)
April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the ...
Gioconda And Si-Ya-U (Nazim Hikmet Poem)
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
In Reds and Yellow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In reds and yellows in greens and orange God sharing autumn with us in the colors of the leaves So ...
Losing Color (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The vivid color fading the horizon losing color heading toward dusk at the falling of the sun The reds and ...
In Words of Color (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The changing of the leaves the season of autumn oranges and reds and pure simple yellows But words of color ...
For the Fall (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
For the glory of the day for the bright sun shining the azure sky calling, where it bleeds to white ...
Between Waking up and Their Breakfast (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The light of the morning so fast and changing the sky lit up, brilliant dancing before my eyes Gossamer yellows, ...
Bits of Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The swan boats motionless the pond turning to a mud flat the flowers, tulips shimmering in yellows, oranges, and reds ...
Changing the Seasons (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The colors replaced the browns, the yellows, the autumn, earthy harvest decorations giving way, changing to the greens and reds, ...
Just a Hint of Fall (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
How she described today the words, just right, warm enough so no coat, no sweater the day just past the ...
A Sugar Maple (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Reds and oranges, yellows and greens the fall colors of the sugar maple adorning the front lawn of the church ...
Not yet Red (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh they are so close, not yet red tomatoes hanging heavy on the vine lee of the house, shaded moist ...
Gumdrop Maples (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like nothing other than gumdrops the rounded tops of the colorful maples adorned the side of the street on our ...
Fall Puddles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Crisp hard brown sturdy oak leaves glistened in the small crisp pools after this morning's rain, late fall puddles harvest ...
Reds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rich vibrant, living color Dying on the branch In glory as I drive by A canopy over my way Or ...
Waking Sky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A fall sky in slumber warming fan brush strokes, horsehair bristles, pushed across the fall tableau Deep burgundies and dark ...
Windward Dawn (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We were alone with our thoughts Warm breezes off the southerly ocean murmur of sea foam on a soft expanse ...
All Distance (Erin Belieu Poem)
Writing from Boston, where sky is simply property, a flourish topping crowds of condos and historic real estate, I'm trying ...
Love Lies Sleeping (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 06: Adele And Davis (Conrad Aiken Poem)
She turned her head on the pillow, and cried once more. And drawing a shaken breath, and closing her eyes, ...
Discordants (Conrad Aiken Poem)
I. (Bread and Music) Music I heard with you was more than music, And bread I broke with you was ...
The Sun Weilds Mercy (Charles Bukowski Poems)
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
Victory (Adrienne Rich Poems)
Something spreading underground won't speak to us under skin won't declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods ...
Nick And The Candlestick (Sylvia Plath Poems)
I am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes from its ...
Winter Song (Wilfred Owen Poems)
The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed Each dawn and ...