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The term "parental pressure" has been searched for 65 times on the American Poems site since November 6th, 2004.
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1. The Twenty Hoss-Power Shay - written by Ellis Parker Butler
From Leslie’s Monthly.
Published in 1905.
Read 304 times on American Poems.
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay
That was built in such a logical way
It ran a hundred years to a day.
And then, of a sudden, it up and bust,
And all that was left was a mound of dust?
Holmes—O. W.—told it well
In a rhyme of... (Read full poem)
2. Inscription. - written by Walt Whitman
From Leaves of Grass.
Published in 1900.
Read 1971 times on American Poems.
SMALL is the theme of the following Chant, yet the greatest—namely,
One’s-Self—that wondrous thing a simple, separate person. That, for the use of
the
New World, I sing.
Man’s physiology complete, from top to toe, I sing.... (Read full poem)
3. Here I Am ... - written by Charles Bukowski
Read 4352 times on American Poems.
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle
of wine, I have typed from a dozen to 15 pages of
poesy
an old man
maddened for the flesh of young girls in this
dwindling twilight
liver gone
kidneys going
pancrea pooped
top-floor blood pressure... (Read full poem)
4. Japan - written by Billy Collins
Read 3299 times on American Poems.
Today I pass the time reading
a favorite haiku,
saying the few words over and over.
It feels like eating
the same small, perfect grape
again and again.
I walk through the house reciting it
and leave its letters falling
through the air of every... (Read full poem)
5. Insomniac - written by Sylvia Plath
From The Collected Poems.
Published in 1961.
Read 8746 times on American Poems.
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)
6. My Father's Love Letters - written by Yusef Komunyakaa
Read 3798 times on American Poems.
On Fridays he'd open a can of Jax
After coming home from the mill,
& ask me to write a letter to my mother
Who sent postcards of desert flowers
Taller than men. He would beg,
Promising to never beat her
Again. Somehow I was happy
She had gone, &... (Read full poem)
7. All That Love Asks - written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Read 1283 times on American Poems.
All that I ask, 'says Love, 'is just to stand
And gaze, unchided, deep in thy dear eyes;
For in their depths lies largest Paradise.
Yet, if perchance one pressure of thy hand
Be granted me, then joy I thought complete
Were still more... (Read full poem)
8. After Apple-Picking - written by Robert Frost
From North of Boston.
Published in 1914.
Read 32342 times on American Poems.
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter... (Read full poem)
9. Telephoning In Mexican Sunlight - written by Galway Kinnell
From Imperfect Thirst.
Published in 1994.
Read 2240 times on American Poems.
Talking with my beloved in New York
I stood at the outdoor public telephone
in Mexican sunlight, in my purple shirt.
Someone had called it a man/woman
shirt. The phrase irked me. But then
I remembered that Rainer Maria
Rilke, who until he was seven... (Read full poem)
10. A Blue Valentine - written by Joyce Kilmer
From Main Street and Other Poems.
Published in 1917.
Read 4428 times on American Poems.
(For Aline)
Monsignore,
Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus,
Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni,
Now of the delightful Court of Heaven,
I respectfully salute you,
I genuflect
And I kiss your episcopal ring.
It is not,... (Read full poem)
11. Landing - written by Eleanor Wilner
From Maya.
Published in 1979.
Read 782 times on American Poems.
It was a pure white cloud that hung there
in the blue, or a jellyfish on a waveless
sea, suspended high above us; we were
the creatures in the weeds below.
It seemed so effortless in its suspense,
perfectly out of time and out of place
like the... (Read full poem)
12. Place for a Third - written by Robert Frost
From New Hampshire.
Published in 1923.
Read 3159 times on American Poems.
Nothing to say to all those marriages!
She had made three herself to three of his.
The score was even for them, three to three.
But come to die she found she cared so much:
She thought of children in a burial row;
Three children in a burial row... (Read full poem)
13. 8 Fragments For Kurt Cobain - written by Jim Carroll
Read 3113 times on American Poems.
1/
Genius is not a generous thing
In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover
And it resents fame
With bitter vengeance
Pills and powdres only placate it awhile
Then it puts you in a place where the planet's poles... (Read full poem)
14. From Pent-up Aching Rivers. - written by Walt Whitman
From Leaves of Grass.
Published in 1900.
Read 2714 times on American Poems.
FROM pent-up, aching rivers;
From that of myself, without which I were nothing;
From what I am determin’d to make illustrious, even if I stand sole among men;
From my own voice resonant—singing the phallus,
Singing the song of... (Read full poem)
15. Spontaneous Me. - written by Walt Whitman
From Leaves of Grass.
Published in 1900.
Read 6646 times on American Poems.
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature,
The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with,
The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder,
The hill-side whiten’d with blossoms of the mountain ash,
The same, late in autumn—the hues of... (Read full poem)
16. Four Quartets 1: Burnt Norton - written by T.S. Eliot
From Four Quartets.
Published in 1935.
Read 13336 times on American Poems.
I
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only... (Read full poem)
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