Poem
By Petr Hruška
They had already sat down on the bed. Then the man
remembered the back door was still open. He groped…
remembered the back door was still open. He groped…
Category
Spring
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- ArticleBy Tyler MaloneFor a poem about the brevity of every state of being, the single octave perfectly enacts its themes through its form.
- PoemBy Frances Ellen Watkins HarperWelcome children of the Spring,
In your garbs of green and gold,
Lifting up your sun-crowned heads
On… - ArticleBy Eric WeiskottA melancholy medieval rent collector’s sorrows, scribbled on the back of a legal document
- PoemBy John TickhillIn springtime, chief of all seasons,
in May when new joys rise and flourish,
the sun is lord and messenger… - PoemBy E. E. Cummingswhat if a much of a which of a wind
gives truth to the summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the… - PoemBy William ShakespeareWhen daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do… - PoemBy Arthur SymonsSide by side through the streets at midnight,
Roaming together,
Through the tumultuous night of London… - PoemBy AazhidegiizhigWaababaa As my eyes
inaabiyan search
mashkode the prairie
noongom igod ji-niibin I feel the summer in… - PoemBy Miguel AlgarínNot tonight but tomorrow
when the light turns the peach
tree green and the Earth sprouts
its young leaves… - PoemBy Chris Glomskiof waves dropped into froth Jellyfish a jar
of innards half-buried in sand Dead nature What are
these… - PoemBy Meena AlexanderThis disease has come back
With frills and furbelows.
You must give your whole life to poetry
Only … - PoemBy Meena AlexanderSo how will it end?
You want it straight?
He looked me in the eye:
You will lose weight,
Become more… - PoemBy Robert FrostNature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour… - PoemBy E. E. CummingsO sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked… - PoemBy William Carlos WilliamsThis is the time of year
when boys fifteen and seventeen
wear two horned lilac blossoms
in their caps… - PoemBy William Carlos WilliamsThe farmer in deep thought
is pacing through the rain
among his blank fields, with
hands in pockets,… - PoemBy Wallace Stevensi
The World without Imagination
Nota: man is the intelligence of his soil,
The sovereign ghost. As… - PoemBy Hieu Minh NguyenEven though it’s May & the ice cream truck
parked outside my apartment is somehow certain,
I have a … - PoemBy Ursula K. Le GuinAUTUMN
gold of amber
red of ember
brown of umber
all September
MCCOY CREEK
Over the bright shallows…