Search Results (136 records found)

Poems found:
F15 by Carol Mirakove
flash card. fever down.
Fable by Ralph Waldo Emerson
The mountain and the squirrel
Fabliau of Florida by Wallace Stevens
Barque of phosphor
Facing It by Yusef Komunyakaa
My black face fades,
Failing and Flying by Jack Gilbert
Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew
Fairbanks Under the Solstice by John Haines
Slowly, without sun, the day sinks
Fairy Tale by Ron Padgett
The little elf is dressed in a floppy cap
Fall by Edward Hirsch
Fall, falling, fallen. That's the way the season
Fallen Apples by Tom Hansen
Wasps at work in the soft
Falling by James Dickey
The states when they black out and lie there rolling when they turn
Falsehood by William Cartwright
Still do the stars impart their light
Fame is a fickle food (1659) by Emily Dickinson
Fame is a fickle food
Family Reunion by Jeredith Merrin
The divorced mother and her divorcing
Famous by Naomi Shihab Nye
The river is famous to the fish
Fantasy by Gwendolyn Bennett
I sailed in my dreams to the Land of Night
Far and Away [excerpt] by Fanny Howe
The rain falls on
Far Edge by Nancy Mitchell
Where she had peed in the dirt,
Farewell by John Clare
Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river
Farewell to Yang, Who's Leaving for Kuo-chou by Wang Wei
Those canyons are too narrow to travel
Farm Implements and Rutabagas in a Landscape by John Ashbery
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder,
Fascination by Charles O. Hartman
He buys a glass mask; now under the water he can see
Fat Southern Men in Summer Suits by Liam Rector
Fat Southern men in their summer suits
Father by Edgar Guest
My father knows the proper way
Father Listens to the Artists by David Petruzelli
When I was eight months old, Jackson Pollock
Father Lynch Returns from the Dead by Jean Valentine
There's one day a year
Father Outside by Nick Flynn and Josh Neufeld
A black river flows down the center
Father's Day by James Tate
My daughter has lived overseas for a number
Fathers in the Snow by Jill Bialosky
After father died
Faults by Sara Teasdale
They came to tell your faults to me
Fear by Ciaran Carson
I fear the vast dimensions of eternity.
Fear of the Future by John Koethe
In the end one simply withdraws
Fears by Felipe Benitez Reyes
The sensation of being the only guest
February by Ira Sadoff
A mist appalls the windshield
February: The Boy Breughel by Norman Dubie
The birches stand in their beggar's row:
Feed Me, Also, River God by Marianne Moore
Lest by diminished vitality and abated
Fellini in Purgatory by Jean Valentine
He was shoveling sand
Fellow Creatures by Bruce Bennett
I pat the horses’ heads as I walk by
Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
Ferrum [excerpt] by M. NourbeSe Philip 
s no s                   laves s                     in nest/s with
Fetch by Jeffrey Skinner
Go, bring back the worthless stick.
Fiat Lux by Lynda Hull
Static from the radio stippled grey as anesthesia dream
Fiddler Jones by Edgar Lee Masters
The earth keeps some vibration going
Field Note by Eric Pankey
An arctic, oblique light
Fifteen, Maybe Sixteen Things to Worry About by Judith Viorst
My pants could maybe fall down when I dive off the diving board.
Fifty-Three by Eileen Myles
I've already had a lot of them
Filling Station by Elizabeth Bishop
Oh, but it is dirty!
Final Performance by Cynthia Cruz
I crawl along the wet floor
Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour by Wallace Stevens
Light the first ligh of evening, as in a room
Fire Dreams by Carl Sandburg
I remember here by the fire
Fireflies by Fred Chappell
The children race now here by the ivied fence
First Fig by Edna St. Vincent Millay
My candle burns at both ends
First Georgic [excerpt] by Virgil
When spring begins and the ice-locked streams begin
First Gestures by Julia Spicher Kasdorf
Among the first we learn is good-bye,
First Light Edging Cirrus by Jane Hirshfield
10^25 molecules
First Probe by Barry Ballard
When the earth is tempered, compressed and cooled
First Things to Hand by Robert Pinsky
In the skull kept on the desk
First Turn to Me... by Bernadette Mayer
First turn to me after a shower
Fish Fucking by Michael Blumenthal
Fisherman by Kurt Brown
A man spends his whole life fishing in himself
Fishing in Winter by Ralph Burns
A man staring at a small lake sees
Fishing on the Susquehanna in July by Billy Collins
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna
Fishmonger by Marsden Hartley
I have taken scales from off
Five Easy Prayers for Pagans by Philip Appleman
O Karma, Dharma, pudding & pie
Fixed Interval by Devin Johnston
When he turns fifteen, you'll be fifty-four
Flags by Elana Bell
Everywhere, in the fertile soil of this land
Flesh by Joan Larkin
Hooves were forbidden, but she fed us
Fletcher McGee by Edgar Lee Masters
She took my strength by minutes,
Flight by Linda Bierds
Osseous, aqueous, cardiac, hepatic—
Floater by Debra Nystrom
Maddening shadow across your line of vision
Flood by Miyazawa Kenji
Under the malicious glints of the clouds
Flood by Eliza Griswold
I woke to a voice within the room. perhaps
Flying by Sarah Arvio
One said to me tonight or was it day
Flying at Night by Ted Kooser
Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations
Flying Fish: An Ode [excerpt] by Charles Wharton Stork
How must it be to swim among your kind
Fog by Amy Clampitt
A vagueness comes over everything,
Fog by Carl Sandburg
The fog comes
Follies by Carl Sandburg
Shaken
Fons by Pura López-Colomé
Reanimated, spirit restored,
Footfalls by Sharon Creech
Thump-thump, thump-thump
Footprint on Your Heart by Gary Lenhart
Someone will walk into your life,
For a Daughter Who Leaves by Janice Mirikitani
A woman weaves
For Aaron Sheon by Judith Vollmer
Tiny hatches, if you make enough of them, make
For John Clare by John Ashbery
Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its
For K. J., Leaving and Coming Back by Marilyn Hacker
August First: it was a year ago
For Louis Pasteur by Edgar Bowers
How shall a generation know its story
For Once, Then, Something by Robert Frost
Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
For Some Slight I Can't Quite Recall by Ross Gay
Was with the pudgy hands of a thirteen-year-old
For the Anniversary of My Death by W. S. Merwin
For the Confederate Dead by Kevin Young
These are the last days
For the Fallen by Laurence Binyon
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children
For the Man with the Erection Lasting More than Four Hours by John Hodgen
He's supposed to call his doctor, but for now he's the May King with his own Maypole
For the Poem Paterson [1. Detail] by William Carlos Williams
Her milk don't seem to
For the Poem Paterson [3. St. Valentine] by William Carlos Williams
A woman's breasts
For the Twentieth Century by Frank Bidart
Bound, hungry to pluck again from the thousand
For the Union Dead by Robert Lowell
The old South Boston Aquarium stands
for yam sir: elevated blues by Abraham Smith
probably the heat in the bama walMART parkin lot
For-The-Spirits-Who-Have-Rounded-The-Bend IIVAQSAAT by dg nanouk okpik
The seal talked to me with sharp eyes in my dream
Forbidden Fruit by Michael Lally
all the forbidden fruit I ever
Forced Bloom by David Baker
Such pleasure one needs to make for oneself
Foreign Wife Elegy by Yuko Taniguchi
My language has its own world
Forever War by Nate Pritts
In studying the anomaly
Forgetfulness by Billy Collins
The name of the author is the first to go
forgetting something by Nick Flynn
Try this—close / your eyes. No, wait, when—if—we see each other
Fork with Two Tines Pushed Together by Nick Lantz
It's fast and cool as running water, the way we forget
Forties 30: Troelstrup Nightmare Flare Competition by Jackson Mac Low
Troelstrup nightmare risen quiz motivátion-issue tincture reality
Found Poem by Howard Nemerov
The population center of the USA
Four Lack Songs by Susan Stewart
Hammer to a copper bowl
Four Poems for Robin by Gary Snyder
I slept under rhododendron
Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind by Carl Sandburg
Four Winds by Sara Teasdale
"Four winds blowing thro' the sky
Four Winds by April Bernard
At least that many buffet here, and I
Fragments for the End of the Year by Jennifer K. Sweeney
On average, odd years have been the best for me
Francesco and Clare by David St. John
It was there, in that little town
Frederick Douglass by Paul Laurence Dunbar
A hush is over all the teeming lists
Free Again [excerpt] by Joseph Lease
Why don't people
Freedom, Revolt, and Love by Frank Stanford
They caught them.
Freeway 280 by Lorna Dee Cervantes
Las casitas near the gray cannery,
French Movie by David Lehman
I was in a French movie
Freud by James Cummins
Come to think of it, I never speak of Mom
Friend by Jean Valentine
Friend I need your hand every morning
Friends, I Will Not Cease by Vachel Lindsay
Friends, I will not cease hoping though you weep
Frog by Chard deNiord
My tongue leapt out of my mouth
from Crossing State Lines [Shirtsleeved afternoons] by Rita Dove
Shirtsleeved afternoons
from genesis by Laura Walker
in the beginning the sound of holes, and the weight of treason and light paper streamers
From a Woman of a Distant Land by Tada Chimako
In this country, we do not bury the dead. We enclose them like dolls in glass cases and decorate our houses with them
From Honey to Ashes by Geoffrey G. O'Brien
What follows is terms and classifications, the West
From New Hampshire by Rosanna Warren
It's not your mountain
From the Lives of My Friends by Michael Dickman
What are the birds called
From the Long Sad Party by Mark Strand
Someone was saying
From you have I been absent in the spring... (Sonnet 98) by William Shakespeare
From you have I been absent in the spring,
Frost at Midnight by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The frost performs its secret ministry
Fuel by Naomi Shihab Nye
Even at this late date, sometimes I have to look up
Fugue of Death by Paul Celan
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at nightfall
Further Notice by Philip Whalen
I can't live in this world
Fushigi na Chicharrón by Rosa Alcalá
The body's hidden face
Futility by Wilfred Owen
Move him into the sun

Search Again