Hell's Gate, by A. E. Housman
Onward led the road again
Through the sad unco...
Car Poems
To the Moon, by Albert Pike
Oh quickly rise,
Thou lovely and surpassing m...
Judisthra and His Dog, by Arthur Guiterman
From "The Mahabharata" The end drew nigh. Fors...
The Bathing of Pallas, by Callimachus
Come forth, come forth, ye virgins, and prep...
Hymn to Diana, by Callimachus
Tho' great Apollo claim the poet's lyre,
Yet ...
The Snow Queen, by Dollie Radford
The snow queen passed our way last night,
Bet...
Little Rabbit, by Douglas Gibson
Little Rabbit beneath my feet,
curled and so...
Persephone to Orpheus, by Elizabeth Mason Heath
I do remember now a far off day
And long-forgo...
The World, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
With noiseless steps good goes its way;
The e...
To My Wife, by Gerald Massey
Like those Ambassadors of old, that went
To t...
3:21 am, by Hicham Bensassi
Traffic was stirring;
Slow hum was red carria...
Kiss I, by Johannes Secundus
When young Ascanius, by the Queen of Love,
W...
Kiss VI, by Johannes Secundus
Two Thousand Kisses of the sweetest kind,
'Tw...
Kiss VII, by Johannes Secundus
Kisses told by Hundreds o'er!
Thousands told b...
Passing Through Albuquerque, by John Balaban
From Locusts at the Edge of Summer At dusk, b...
Taking the Train of Singularity South from Midtown, by John J. Ronan
42nd St. As the funnel of everyone in Times Sq...
Circus Clown, by Joshua Knight
Just saw a preview for the movie,
Yes, wher...
A Street Poet, by Ladislav Sedlak
There were ten fingers on my hands, now I got s...
After a Day We Stay in Bed Until the Sun is Close to Setting, by Lyn Lifshin
From Cold Comfort He drives home
thru the bla...
Night Stop in a Car, by Marina Lee Sable
Below us, the city
dreams an illusory path
d...
Short Term Memory Loss, by Mark Thalman
Mother, a Phi Beta Kappa,
who graduated seco...
Man's Work in God's World, by Mary T. Lathrap
Detroit, Sept. 19, 1862. Below us the evergr...
Memories, by Mary T. Lathrap
The storm king's car sweeps o'er the skies,
B...
A Dog's Business, by Patricia Walter
That is the business
of being dog--
to bark, ...
Tam o' Shanter, by Robert Burns
WHEN chapman billies leave the street,
And dr...