By Aram Saroyan
“ # $ % _ & ‘ ( ) * !2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0 - ¾ Q W E R T Y U I O P ¼q w e r t y u i o p ½ A S D F G H J ...
Explore Poems
Showing 1-20 of 48,513 poems
- By Aram Saroyanly ly ly ly
- By Aram Saroyanall all all all
- By Peter O’LearyIn a windthe lake's scissoring surfaceand the Sun's vernal glarethe gulls cut to curlsin their turns...
- By Cameron Awkward-RichI wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside...
- By Arvind Krishna MehrotraSet with raindrops, displayedbetween the king’s mantle and the litchi tree,was the cobweb I almost walked...
- By Elizabeth WillisWhat direction does your sentence move: you belonging to the land or the land belonging to you.This ...
- By Nicolás GuillénHe aquí la jaula de las culebras. Enroscados en sí mismos, duermen los ríos, los sagrados ríos. El ...
- By Nicolás GuillénFueron a cazar guitarras,bajo la luna llena.Y trajeron ésta,pálida, fina, esbelta,ojos de inagotable...
- By Nicolás GuillénEl gorila es un animal a poco más enteramente humano. No tiene patas sino casi pies, no tiene garras...
- By Nicolás GuillénNo erala ruina de una avioneta,como en un principio se creyó.Era la osamentaseca y abandonada de un ...
- By Gwendolyn BrooksHe grew up being curious And thinking things are various. Nothing was merely deleterious Or spurious...
- By Angela JacksonBefore you There was none so high Minded, So elegantly eloquent. You were high standing Fruit. The ...
- By Gwendolyn Brooksleaves from a loose-leaf war diary 1 (“thousands—killed in action”) You need the untranslatable ice...
- By Gwendolyn BrooksLife for my child is simple, and is good.He knows his wish. Yes, but that is not all.Because I know ...
- By Gwendolyn BrooksThe dry brown coughing beneath their feet,(Only a while, for the handyman is on his way)These people...
- By Gwendolyn Brooksfacial “We use Ardena here.” Madame Celeste Herself in charge, with hot tough-handed licks To tighten...
- By Gwendolyn BrooksOne wants a Teller in a time like this.One’s not a man, one’s not a woman grown,To bear enormous business...
- By Gwendolyn Brooks1(deep summer)By all things planetary, sweet, I swearThose hands may not possess these hands againUntil...