My Soviet Passport (Vladimir Mayakovsky Poems)
I'd tear like a wolf at bureaucracy. For mandates my respect's but the slightest. To the devil himself I'd chuck ...
America Poems (447 Poems)
Ode To a Chestnut on the Ground (Pablo Neruda Poems)
From bristly foliage you fell complete, polished wood, gleaming mahogany, as perfect as a violin newly born of the treetops, ...
Ode To Maize (Pablo Neruda Poems)
America, from a grain of maize you grew to crown with spacious lands the ocean foam. A grain of maize ...
Columbus (Ogden Nash Poems)
Once upon a time there was an Italian, And some people thought he was a rapscallion, But he wasn't offended, ...
Just Keep Quiet and Nobody Will Notice (Ogden Nash Poems)
There is one thing that ought to be taught in all the colleges, Which is that people ought to be ...
Look What You Did, Christopher! (Ogden Nash Poems)
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two, Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spain For a business trip ...
The Dream Of Wearing Shorts Forever (Les Murray Poems)
To go home and wear shorts forever in the enormous paddocks, in that warm climate, adding a sweater when winter ...
A Soldier’s Reprieve (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
'Twas in the United States of America some years ago An aged father sat at his fireside with his heart ...
A Tale of the Sea (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold, Enough to make one's blood run cold; Concerning four fishermen cast ...
Captain Teach alias Black Beard (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Edward Teach was a native of Bristol, and sailed from that port On board a privateer, in search of sport, ...
Lost in the Prairie (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
In one of fhe States of America, some years ago, There suddenly came on a violent storm of snow, Which ...
Saved by Music (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
At on time, in America, many years ago, Large gray wolves wont to wander to and fro; And from the ...
What He Thought (Heather McHugh Poems)
We were supposed to do a job in Italy and, full of our feeling for ourselves (our sense of being ...
The White Cliffs (Alice Duer Miller Poems)
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Intention To Escape From Him (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
Edna St. Vincent Millay - Intention To Escape From Him I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for ...
Paradise Lost: Book 09 (John Milton Poems)
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Virgule (Thomas Lux Poems)
What I love about this little leaning mark is how it divides without divisiveness. The left or bottom side prying ...
Motel Seedy (Thomas Lux Poems)
The artisans of this room, who designed the lamp base (a huge red slug with a hole where its heart ...
July 12 (David Lehman Poems)
Wisteria, hysteria is as obvious a rhyme as Viagra and Niagara there must be a reason honeymooners traditionally went to ...
June 11 (David Lehman Poems)
It's my birtday I've got an empty stomach and the desire to be lazy in the hammock and maybe go ...
Why? (Spike Milligan Poems)
American Detectives Never remove their hats When investigating murders In other people's flats. P.S. Chinese Tecs Are far more dreaded! ...
Clouds Above The Sea (Philip Levine Poems)
My father and mother, two tiny figures, side by side, facing the clouds that move in from the Atlantic. August, ...
The New World (Philip Levine Poems)
A man roams the streets with a basket of freestone peaches hollering, "Peaches, peaches, yellow freestone peaches for sale." My ...
Red Dust (Philip Levine Poems)
This harpie with dry red curls talked openly of her husband, his impotence, his death, the death of her lover, ...
The Trap (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
She was taught desire in the street, Not at the angels' feet. By the good no word was said Of ...
This, My Song, Is Made For Kerensky (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
(Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.) O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in ...
The Raft (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
The whole world on a raft! A King is here, The record of his grandeur but a smear. Is it ...