Search Categories - Any -25 Lines or FewerCanadaPre 21st Century21st Century Grade levels 7-9 / Sec. 1-3 10-12 / Sec. 4 & 5 / CEGEP 1 Sort by RandomNewestMost popularA -> ZZ -> A Apply Lorna Crozier Fear of Snakes The snake can separate itself from its shadow, move on ribbons of light, taste the air, the morning and the evening, Afua Cooper At the Centre Today doves flew from my head and my hair grew the longing is gone from my body Pat Lowther A Stone Diary At the beginning I noticed the huge stones on my path I knew instinctively Gwendolyn MacEwen A Breakfast for Barbarians my friends, my sweet barbarians, there is that hunger which is not for food — but an eye at the navel turns the appetite Joy Kogawa Where There’s a Wall Where there’s a wall there’s a way through a gate or door. There’s even Amy Lowell A Fixed Idea What torture lurks within a single thought When grown too constant, and however kind, However welcome still, the weary mind Emily Dickinson Wild Nights — Wild Nights! Wild Nights — Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be bill bissett dont worry yr hair dont worry yr eyes dont worry yr brain man th snow is… William Carlos Wiliams Danse Russe If I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping Phyllis Webb The Days of the Unicorns I remember when the unicorns roved in herds through the meadow behind the cabin, and how they would Sharon Thesen Mean Drunk Poem Backward & down into inbetween as Vicki says. Or as Robin teaches the gap, from which all things emerge. A left handed… Gertrude Stein Susie Asado Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea. Susie Asado. Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea. Karen Solie Tractor More than a storey high and twice that long, it looks igneous, the Buhler Versatile 2360, possessed of the ecology of some … Gary Snyder Riprap Lay down these words Before your mind like rocks. placed solid… Stevie Smith Not Waving But Drowning Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought F. R. Scott Laurentian Shield Hidden in wonder and snow, or sudden with summer, This land stares at the sun in a huge silence Endlessly repeating something we cannot… Jerome Rothenberg A Glass Tube Ecstasy a glass tube for my leg says Hugo Ball my hat a cylinder P. K. Page The Blue Guitar They said, ‘You have a blue guitar, You do not play things as they are.’ The man replied, ‘Things as they are… Alden Nowlan The Bull Moose Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through tamarack swamps… bp Nichol Two Words: A Wedding There are things you have words for, things you do not have words for. There are words that encompass all your feelings & words that… Erin Mouré Homage to the Mineral of the Onion (I) In the onion, there’s something of fire. That fire known as Fog. The onion is the way A. F. Moritz Thou Poem Thou poem of lost attention and half try, do you fear more the inner world or outer? I do… Don McKay Sometimes a Voice (1) Sometimes a voice — have you heard this? — wants not to be voice any longer, wants something whispering between the words, some Kate Hall Insomnia If I were to sleep, it would be on an iron bed, bolted to the floor in a bomb-proof concrete room with twelve locks on the door. Lawrence Ferlinghetti Constantly Risking Absurdity (#15) Constantly risking absurdity … Emily Dickinson I felt a Funeral, in my Brain I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading — treading — till it seemed H. D. Helen All Greece hates the still eyes in the white face, the lustre as of olives Michael Crummey Newfoundland Sealing Disaster Sent to the ice after white coats, rough outfit slung on coiled rope belts, they stooped to the slaughter: gaffed pups, Kevin Connolly Plenty The sky, lit up like a question or an applause meter, is beautiful like everything else today: the leaves George Elliott Clarke Blank Sonnet The air smells of rhubarb, occasional Roses, or first birth of blossoms, a fresh, Undulant hurt, so body snaps… Suzanne Buffam The New Experience I was ready for a new experience. All the old ones had burned out. They lay in little ashy heaps along the roadside Roo Borson From Summer Grass The willows are thinking again about thickness, slowness, lizard skin on hot rock, and day by day this imaging transforms them Earle Birney Vancouver Lights About me the night moonless wimples the mountains wraps ocean land … Ken Babstock Fire Watch Hello, listen, I’m on a field phone, do not speak until I say “over.” Repeat, don’t talk until I say “over.” Over. Do you understand,… Margaret Atwood They are hostile nations 1 In view of the fading animals the proliferation of sewers and fears Sherman Alexie The Powwow at the End of the World I am told by many of you that I must forgive and so I shall after an Indian woman puts her shoulder to the Grand Coulee Dam … Matthew Rohrer Dog Boy ONE Late at night in Oklahoma, a very small, an extremely small man ran across the road in front of my friend’s car. He does not doubt this is real, though the rest of us do, and it doesn’… Alice Notley Jack Would Speak Through the Imperfect Medium of Alice So I’m an alcoholic Catholic mother-lover yet there is no sweetish nectar no fuzzed-peach thing no song sing but in the word Marianne Moore The Fish wade through black jade. Of the crow-blue mussel shells, one keeps Marianne Moore Poetry I too, dislike it: there are things that are important … Pagination « First First page ‹ Previous Previous page … 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 … Next › Next page Last » Last page Language English
