Stoves and sunshine (Eugene Field Poem)
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
Exercise Poems (117 Poems)
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 ...
It seldom snowed – Part II (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It seldom snowed in Camp they said, on the mountains, yes, and in the Styx, aka zone six. That's where ...
The Obesion (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
He Said To (Marvin Bell Poem)
crawl toward the machine guns except to freeze for explosions and flares. It was still ninety degrees at night in ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
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 ...
The Schooner ‘Flight’ (Derek Walcott Poems)
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
An Acre Of Grass (William Butler Yeats Poems)
Picture and book remain, An acre of green grass For air and exercise, Now strength of body goes; Midnight, an ...
Eidólons. (Walt Whitman Poems)
I MET a Seer, Passing the hues and objects of the world, The fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense, ...
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 5. Sometimes I Hold it half a Sin (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half ...
The Princess (part 3) (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
Tic Douloureux (Judith Skillman Poems)
The trigger is sensation. The violin's a dirty animal. I want you to take away the suddenness. Pain up the ...
The Progress of Poetry (Jonathan Swift Poems)
The Farmer's Goose, who in the Stubble, Has fed without Restraint, or Trouble; Grown fat with Corn and Sitting still, ...
The Old Huntsman (Siegfried Sassoon Poems)
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
The Faerie Queene, Book I, Canto IV (excerpts) (Edmund Spenser Poems)
CANTO IIII To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy doth chalenge ...
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot (Alexander Pope Poems)
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Barbie Doll (Marge Piercy Poems)
This girlchild was born as usual and presented dolls that did pee-pee and miniature GE stoves and irons and wee ...
Will Consider Situation (Ogden Nash Poems)
There here are words of radical advice for a young man looking for a job; Young man, be a snob. ...
Fleckno, an English Priest at Rome (Andrew Marvell Poems)
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, ...
Teddy Bear (A. A. Milne Poems)
A bear, however hard he tries, Grows tubby without exercise. Our Teddy Bear is short and fat, Which is not ...
O Glorious France (Edgar Lee Masters Poems)
You have become a forge of snow-white fire, A crucible of molten steel, O France! Your sons are stars who ...
Thought (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
Thought, I love thought. But not the juggling and twisting of already existent ideas I despise that self-important game. Thought ...
Gin (Philip Levine Poems)
The first time I drank gin I thought it must be hair tonic. My brother swiped the bottle from a ...
Yankee Doodle (Vachel Lindsay Poems)
This poem is intended as a description of a sort of Blashfield mural painting on the sky. To be sung ...
The Road to Success is Always Under Construction (Poem)
Diplomacy is the art of letting someone else get your way. Life is not no much a matter of position ...