Flower Poems

Flower Poems

Chicago, by John Greenleaf Whittier

THE GREAT CHICAGO FIRE: OCT. 8 TO OCT. 10, 187...

Maud Muller, by John Greenleaf Whittier

MAUD MULLER, on a summer's day,
Raked the m...

Pennsylvania, by John Greenleaf Whittier

Never in tender quiet lapsed the day
From Penn...

Anaxarete, by John Hooley

As the sun rose o'er sea-girt Salamis,
And in...

Pygmalion, by John Hooley

In Cyprus, in an old world time
Dreamy, myst...

A Valentine, by John Hooley

Sweet, will you be my valentine?
And only min...

Violets, by John Hooley

Over the country side
Softly has spring-tide
...

Young Mary, by John Imlah

Young Mary by the burn,
O lo'ed her o'er them...

Taking the Train of Singularity South from Midtown, by John J. Ronan

42nd St. As the funnel of everyone in Times Sq...

Cards and Kisses, by John Lyly

Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
At cards for kiss...

Music in Camp, by John Randolph Thompson

Two armies covered hill and plain,
Where Rap...

Narcissus, by John W. May

Afoot he viewed a silver lake
And took himself...

Odyssey, by Joshua Elliott

1. Paperback Byron Walking on beauty
There yo...

The Ballade of Butterflies, by Joyce Kilmer

Because we never build a nest
And no one of us...

Lullaby For a Baby Fairy, by Joyce Kilmer

Night is over; through the clover globes of cry...

Metamorphosis, by Joyce Kilmer

He was an evil thing to see--
Of joy his mouth...

Said the Rose, by Joyce Kilmer

No flower hath so fair a face as this pale love...

Summer of Love, by Joyce Kilmer

June lavishes sweet-scented loveliness
And spr...

Another Winter, by Judith Skillman

- after Jehuda Amichai The pain-people have re...

The Church, by Jules Romains

The self-deceit of having wrought the light. P...

Nemesis, by J.W. Foley

The man who invented the women's waists that bu...

The Honor of Mademoiselle, by K. J. Griffin

A party was held in honor of Mademoiselle Rache...

Autumn, by Kalidasa

The autumn comes, a maiden fair
In slendernes...

The Fall, by Kathleen Radigan

There are apples in
the fall
(aching blossoms...

The Flower-Peddler, by Kenneth Rand

With the columbine
And the eglantine
For new ...