Said the Rose, by Joyce Kilmer
No flower hath so fair a face as this pale love...
Rose Poems
Summer of Love, by Joyce Kilmer
June lavishes sweet-scented loveliness
And spr...
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...
The Flower-Peddler, by Kenneth Rand
With the columbine
And the eglantine
For new ...
The Glove and the Lions, by Leigh Hunt
King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a ro...
Grand Canyon, by Lisa A. Williams
I look to the depths,
Far, far below,
To ...
Roses, by Louise Driscoll
You write to me about roses,
About roses open...
The Second Coming, by Louise Driscoll
A strange thing the preacher said,
And proved...
No Single Thing Abides, by Lucretius
I No single thing abides; but all things flow....
Substance Is Eternal, by Lucretius
This terror, then, this darkness of the mind,...
California, by Lydia Huntley Sigourney
Land of gold!--thy sisters greet thee,
O'er t...
Maui, Early, a Night of Bad Dreams, by Lyn Lifshin
From before it's LIGHT flung back, like palm...
Plantation Children, by Maggie Harris
when they took the first one she howled
her sc...
Lolita Now is Old, by Marjorie Allen Seiffert
Lolita now is old,
She sits in the park, wat...
The Burning Building, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Unearthly monster that with fiery eyes
...
The Butterfly, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Butterfly, butterfly, where are you going?
D...
California, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
A land with peace and plenty crowned,
Where l...
The Cavern by the Sea, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
The tropical islands of Tonga
In the Southern ...
The Creation, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
From the blackness and darkness of chaos
Jehov...
Death, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
Dark were the world if o'er its gloom
The gosp...
Dream of a Summer Land, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
I dream of a land where no thunder-cloud gather...
Easter Hymn, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
'Tis morn in Joseph's garden now
Where death a...
The Heavenly Messenger, by Martha Lavinia Hoffman
The gates swung back on golden hinges turned
T...