1. Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; II: On Malicious Cruelty To Harmless Creatures - written by Ellis Parker Butler
From Bookman. Published in 1910. Read 290 times on American Poems.

The cruelty of P. L. Brown—
(He had ten toes as good as mine)
Was known to every one in town,
And, if he never harmed a noun,
He loved to make verbs shriek and whine.

The “To be” family’s just complaints—
(Brown had ten toes as good as... (Read full poem)

Hanging from the beam, 
Slowly swaying (such the law), 
Gaunt the shadow on the green, 
Shenandoah! 
The cut is on the crown 
(Lo, John Brown), 
And the stabs shall heal no more. 

Hidden in the cap 
Is the anguish none can draw; 
So your... (Read full poem)

3. Little Brown Baby - written by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Read 2603 times on American Poems.

Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes, 
Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee.
What you been doin', suh -- makin' san' pies?
Look at dat bib -- you's es du'ty ez me.
Look at dat mouf -- dat's merlasses, I bet;
Come hyeah, Maria, an'... (Read full poem)

Now wind torments the field,
turning the white surface back
on itself, back and back on itself,
like an animal licking a wound.

Nothing but white--the air, the light;
only one brown milkweed pod
bobbing in the gully, smallest
brown boat on... (Read full poem)

5. A slant of sun on dull brown walls, - written by Stephen Crane
From War is Kind & Other Lines. Published in 1899. Read 2256 times on American Poems.

A slant of sun on dull brown walls,
A forgotten sky of bashful blue.

Toward God a mighty hymn,
A song of collisions and cries,
Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells,
Welcomes, farewells, love-calls, final moans,
Voices of joy, idiocy, warning,... (Read full poem)

Over the banisters bends a face, 
Daringly sweet and beguiling. 
Somebody stands in careless grace, 
And watches the picture, smiling.

The light burns dim in the hall below, 
Nobody sees her standing, 
Saying good-night again, soft and slow,... (Read full poem)

7. Barefoot - written by Anne Sexton
Read 10012 times on American Poems.

Loving me with my shows off
means loving my long brown legs,
sweet dears, as good as spoons;
and my feet, those two children
let out to play naked. Intricate nubs,
my toes. No longer bound.
And what's more, see toenails and
all ten stages, root by... (Read full poem)

THIS handful of grass, brown, says little. This quarter mile field of it, waving seeds ripening in the sun, is a lake of luminous firefly lavender.
  
Prairie roses, two of them, climb down the sides of a road ditch. In the clear pool they find... (Read full poem)

9. Four Days In Vermont - written by Robert Creeley
Read 1117 times on American Poems.

Window's tree trunk's predominant face
a single eye-leveled hole where limb's torn off
another larger contorts to swell growing in around
imploding wound beside a clutch of thin twigs
hold to one two three four five six dry twisted
yellowish brown... (Read full poem)

That dark brown rabbit, lightness in his ears
& underneath, gladdened our afternoon
munching a crab-'.
That rabbit was a fraud, like a black bull
prudent I admired in Zaragoza, who
certainly was brave as a demon

but would not charge, being... (Read full poem)

11. Hamlet Off-Stage: Neutrinos Explain Suck-Uppers - written by D.C. Berry
Read 1118 times on American Poems.

Neutrinos do zip but swap back and forth
into each other, much like Rosypoop
and Guildendoo do. For years it was thought
neutrinos hung out weightless as R&G.
No longer. Scientists have discovered
neutrinos possess mass. Though... (Read full poem)

Beneath this slab
John Brown is stowed.
He watched the ads
And not the road.(Read full poem)

13. Exmoor - written by Amy Clampitt
Read 875 times on American Poems.

Lost aboard the roll of Kodac-
olor that was to have super-
seded all need to remember
Somerset were: a large flock

of winter-bedcover-thick-
pelted sheep up on the moor;
a stile, a church spire, 
and an excess, at Porlock,

of tenderly barbarous... (Read full poem)

When I get to be a composer
I'm gonna write me some music about
Daybreak in Alabama
And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it
Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist
And falling out of heaven like soft dew.
I'm gonna put some tall tall trees in... (Read full poem)

15. Brown’s Descent - written by Robert Frost
From Mountain Interval. Published in 1916. Read 4194 times on American Poems.

Brown lived at such a lofty farm
  That everyone for miles could see
His lantern when he did his chores
  In winter after half-past three.

And many must have seen him make
  His wild descent from there one night,
’Cross lots, ’cross walls,... (Read full poem)

By the road to the contagious hospital
under the surge of the blue
mottled clouds driven from the
northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the
waste of broad, muddy fields
brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen

patches of standing water
the... (Read full poem)

17. My Own - written by Dorothy Parker
From Death and Taxes. Published in 1931. Read 10966 times on American Poems.

Then let them point my every tear,
And let them mock and moan;
Another week, another year,
And I'll be with my own

Who slumber now by night and day
In fields of level brown;
Whose hearts within their breasts were clay
Before they laid them down.(Read full poem)

The three men coming down the winter hill
In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds
At heel, through the arrangement of the trees,
Past the five figures at the burning straw,
Returning cold and silent to their town,

Returning to the drifted... (Read full poem)

19. Hydrangeas - written by Carl Sandburg
From Chicago Poems. Published in 1916. Read 1890 times on American Poems.

Dragoons, I tell you the white hydrangeas
     turn rust and go soon.
Already mid September a line of brown runs
     over them.
One sunset after another tracks the faces, the
     petals.
Waiting, they look over the fence for what
     way... (Read full poem)

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent and soft and slow
Descends the snow. (Read full poem)

21. Many cross the Rhine - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 1838 times on American Poems.

Many cross the Rhine
In this cup of mine.
Sip old Frankfort air
From my brown Cigar.(Read full poem)

After the first glass of vodka
you can accept just about anything
of life even your own mysteriousness
you think it is nice that a box
of matches is purple and brown and is called
La Petite and comes from Sweden
for they are words that you know and... (Read full poem)

23. red-rag and pink-flag... (11) - written by e.e. cummings
Read 6700 times on American Poems.

red-rag and pink-flag
blackshirt and brown
strut-mince and stink-brag
have all come to town

some like it shot
and some like it hung
and some like it in the twot
nine months young(Read full poem)

Remember midsummer: the fragrance of box, of white
    roses
And of phlox. And upon a honeysuckle branch 
Three snails hanging with infinite delicacy
-- Clinging like tendril, flake and thread, as self-tormented
And self-delighted as any ballerina,... (Read full poem)

25. The Term - written by William Carlos Williams
Read 5507 times on American Poems.

A rumpled sheet
Of brown paper
About the length

And apparent bulk
Of a man was
Rolling with the 

Wind slowly over
And over in 
The street as

A car drove down
Upon it and 
Crushed it to

The ground. Unlike
A man it rose
Again rolling

With the... (Read full poem)