Flower Poems

Flower Poems

The Housekeeper, by Robert Frost

I LET myself in at the kitchen door.
"It's you...

A Hundred Collars, by Robert Frost

LANCASTER bore him--such a little town,
Such ...

In the Home Stretch, by Robert Frost

SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked...

A Late Walk, by Robert Frost

WHEN I go up through the mowing field,
The h...

A Line-Storm Song, by Robert Frost

THE line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, ...

Love and a Question, by Robert Frost

A STRANGER came to the door at eve,
And he s...

Maple, by Robert Frost

Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel
Made ...

Mending Wall, by Robert Frost

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
...

My Butterfly, by Robert Frost

THINE emulous fond flowers are dead, too,
A...

The Need of Being Versed in Country Things, by Robert Frost

THE house had gone to bring again
To the midni...

New Hampshire, by Robert Frost

I met a lady from the South who said
(You won'...

The Onset, by Robert Frost

ALWAYS the same, when on a fated night
At las...

The Oven Bird, by Robert Frost

THERE is a singer everyone has heard,
Loud, ...

Paul's Wife, by Robert Frost

To drive Paul out of any lumber camp
All that ...

Pea Brush, by Robert Frost

I walked down alone Sunday after church
To the...

Putting in the Seed, by Robert Frost

YOU come to fetch me from my work to-night
Whe...

Reluctance, by Robert Frost

OUT through the fields and the woods
And over...

Rose Pogonias, by Robert Frost

A SATURATED meadow,
Sun-shaped and jewel-sma...

The Self-Seeker, by Robert Frost

"WILLIS, I didn't want you here to-day:
The ...

To Earthward, by Robert Frost

LOVE at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could...

The Wood-Pile, by Robert Frost

OUT walking in the frozen swamp one grey day
I...

From The Rape Of Lucrece , by William Shakespeare

Her lily hand her rosy cheek lies under,
Cozen...

O Never Say That I Was False Of Heart , by William Shakespeare

O never say that I was false of heart,
Though ...

Sonet Liv , by William Shakespeare

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
B...

Sonnet 1: From Fairest Creatures We Desire Increase , by William Shakespeare

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
Tha...