Poem of The Day

The Armful by Robert Frost "For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns, Extremes too hard to comprehend at once"...

Thanksgiving by Mac Hammond "The man who stands above the bird, his knife Sharp as a Turkish scimitar, first removes A thigh and leg, half the support On which the turkey used to stand"...

Five Ways To Kill A Man by Andre Breton "There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the top of a hill and nail him to it. To do this properly you require a crowd of people wearing sandals"...

Cold Morning by Eamon Grennan "Through an accidental crack in the curtain I can see the eight o'clock light change from charcoal to a faint gassy blue, inventing things"...

The Scratch by Raymond Carver "I woke up with a spot of blood over my eye. A scratch halfway across my forehead. But I'm sleeping alone these days. Why on earth would a man raise his hand against himself, even in sleep?"...

Melancholia by Charles Bukowski "the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing"...

Stars by A. E. Housman "Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea, And still the sea is salt."

Roman Wall Blues by W. H. Auden "Over the heather the wet wind blows, I've lice in my tunic and a cold in my nose. The rain comes pattering out of the sky, I'm a Wall soldier, I don't know why"...

Cuttings by Theodore Roethke "This urge, wrestle, resurrection of dry sticks, Cut stems struggling to put down feet, What saint strained so much, Rose on such lopped limbs to a new life?"...

Alone by Maya Angelou "Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone"...

The Poem That Took The Place Of A Mountain by Wallace Stevens "There it was, word for word, The poem that took the place of a mountain. He breathed its oxygen, Even when the book lay turned in the dust of his table"...

Across The Red Sky by Katherine Mansfield " Across the red sky two birds flying, Flying with drooping wings. Silent and solitary their ominous flight"...

Across The Red Sky by Katherine Mansfield " Across the red sky two birds flying, Flying with drooping wings. Silent and solitary their ominous flight"...

One From One Leaves Two by Ogden Nash "Higgledy piggledy, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen. Gentlemen come every day To count what my black hen doth lay. If perchance she lays too many, They fine my hen a pretty penny"...

Through These Pale Cold Days by Isaac Rosenberg "Through these pale cold days What dark faces burn Out of three thousand years, And their wild eyes yearn"...

'Fall, leaves, fall' by Emily Bronte "Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree"...

The Falling Of The Leaves by William Butler Yeats "Autumn is over the long leaves that love us, And over the mice in the barley sheaves; Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us, And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves"...

The World is With Me by Thomas Hood "The world is with me, and its many cares, Its woes--its wants--the anxious hopes and fears That wait on all terrestrial affairs"...

Her breast is fit for pearls by Emily Dickinson "Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a "Diver" -- Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest. Her heart is fit for home -- I -- a Sparrow -- build there Sweet of twigs and twine My ...