1. In Neglect - written by Robert Frost
From A Boy's Will. Published in 1913. Read 11157 times on American Poems.

They leave us so to the way we took,
As two in whom them were proved mistaken,
That we sit sometimes in the wayside nook,
With michievous, vagrant, seraphic look,
And try if we cannot feel forsaken.(Read full poem)

When I admit neglect of Gissing,
They say I don't know what I'm missing.
Until their arguments are subtler,
I think I'll stick to Samuel Butler.(Read full poem)

3. Our lives are Swiss - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 4710 times on American Poems.

Our lives are Swiss --
So still -- so Cool --
Till some odd afternoon
The Alps neglect their Curtains
And we look farther on!

Italy stands the other side!
While like a guard between --
The solemn Alps --
The siren Alps
Forever intervene!(Read full poem)

O ye dead Poets, who are living still
Immortal in your verse, though life be fled,
And ye, O living Poets, who are dead
Though ye are living, if neglect can kill,
Tell me if in the darkest hours of ill,
With drops of anguish falling fast and... (Read full poem)

5. Sonnets 01: We Talk Of Taxes, And I Call You Friend - written by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Read 1847 times on American Poems.

We talk of taxes, and I call you friend;
Well, such you are,—but well enough we know
How thick about us root, how rankly grow
Those subtle weeds no man has need to tend,
That flourish through neglect, and soon must send
Perfume too sweet upon... (Read full poem)

How many times, during the twenty years
I was your leader, friends of Spoon River,
Did you neglect the convention and caucus,
And leave the burden on my hands
Of guarding and saving the people's cause? --
Sometimes because you were ill;
Or... (Read full poem)

7. The Little Old Lady in Lavender Silk - written by Dorothy Parker
From Death and Taxes. Published in 1931. Read 5932 times on American Poems.

I was seventy-seven, come August,
I shall shortly be losing my bloom;
I've experienced zephyr and raw gust
And (symbolical) flood and simoom.

When you come to this time of abatement,
To this passing from Summer to Fall,
It is manners to issue a... (Read full poem)

The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
Letting in the light, peephole after peephole --
A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.
Under the eyes of the stars and the moon's rictus
He suffers... (Read full poem)

9. I Come Home Wanting To Touch Everyone - written by Stephen Dunn
From Stephen Dunn -- New and Selected Poems 1974 - 1994. Read 2418 times on American Poems.

The dogs greet me, I descend
into their world of fur and tongues
and then my wife and I embrace
as if we'd just closed the door
in a motel, our two girls slip in
between us and we're all saying
each other's names and the dogs
Buster and Sundown are... (Read full poem)

A man had a son who was an anvil. And then sometimes 
he was an automobile tire.
  I do wish you would sit still, said the father.
  Sometimes his son was a rock.
  I realize that you have quite lost boundary, where no 
excess seems excessive, nor... (Read full poem)

11. Individuality - written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Read 2836 times on American Poems.

Ah yes, I love you, and with all my heart; 
Just as a weaker woman loves her own, 
Better than I love my beloved art, 
Which, until you came, reigned royally, alone, 
My king, my master. Since I saw your face
I have dethroned it, and you hold... (Read full poem)

Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw--
For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime--Macavity's not there!

Macavity,... (Read full poem)

13. Helen In Hollywood - written by Judy Grahn
From The Queen of Wands. Published in 1982. Read 1829 times on American Poems.

When she goes to Hollywood
she is an angel.

She writes in red red lipstick
on the window of her body,
long for me, oh need me!
Parts her lips like a lotus.

Opening night she stands, poised
on her carpet, luminescent,
young men humming
all around... (Read full poem)

We chanced in passing by that afternoon 
To catch it in a sort of special picture 
Among tar-banded ancient cherry trees, 
Set well back from the road in rank lodged grass, 
The little cottage we were speaking of, 
A front with just a door between... (Read full poem)