Poetry.com »

Search results for: press Page #11

Yee yee! We've found 1,334 poems matching press.

Filter by gender:

Sort:PopularA - Z

Poets:

Anxiety & Depression Awareness	BrisExpressions	Depression
Depression O Dperession	Depressopotato	dtc express
Gateway Express Clinic	Golden-Empress Fred	Johnaton Pressley

Poems:

Burial John Keble	Feeling more bitterly alone For friends that press officious...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
By Life Tormented Afanasy Afanasyevich Fet	Day and night I press my eyelids closed And sometimes I'm vouchsafed peculiar...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
By The Seaside : The Lighthouse Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	And steadily against its solid form Press the great shoulders of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
By The Waters Of Babylon Christina Georgina Rossetti	us, Our God hath cast us from Him: we oppressed Unto our foes are even marvellous, A hissing and a butt for pointing hands, Whilst God Almighty...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
C0ld-heart3d Daysha aka Diam0ndY	What i’ve noticed is more torching Expressing the actions which I see They not changing just press repeat I guess darkness gets its...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Call me, Mr. Heartache A. Heartache	What I see when I dream, and press 'play', Yet, your voice is nowhere to be heard, Flapping its wings away from me, like...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Calm was the even, and clear was the sky John Dryden	Then once more he press'd with his hand to my breast, But was dash'd with A ha ha ha...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Can You Hear The Snow Falling? lauren_catherine	Cherry-bomb noses press the pane Tiny fingers leave prints on the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Carl Hamblin Edgar Lee Masters	The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked, And I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Castles Of Sand Wallace Dean LaBenne	A heart deserves acclaim When you press your lips to mine I feel like I'm complete There's no mouth I'd rather kiss These charms...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Cataclysm Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Trapped 'neath the press of heavy beams Waiting thro' hours of nameless pain Such as men know in frightful...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Catullus: XXXI Thomas Hardy	The long untrodden sill repassed, We press the pined for couch at last, And find a full repayment...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ceaseless Labor Emilia Acabeo	Knotted fingers shackled to the hot press, Back and forth Back and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Celia Lola Ridge	cuddle in Celia’s shawl and press your feet on her belly high up like a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Celia To Damon Matthew Prior	And when You press'd, how faintly I deny'd- E'er Guardian Thought could bring it's scatter'd Aid; E'er Reason...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Censor Literarum Ambrose Bierce	To say that here, and here, we press-folk...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Certain Mornings Don Lambo	I can press refresh; waking up undressed, then caressed...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Charity William Cowper	Prosper (I press thee with a powerful plea) A task I venture on, impell’d by thee: Oh never seen but in thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Chatterton's Will Thomas Chatterton	thee, thou hast let me see That Bristol has impress'd her stamp on thee, Thy generous spirit emulates the Mayor's, Thy generous spirit with thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The First. George Gordon Byron	Though rival kingdoms press its verdant...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The Fourth. George Gordon Byron	Thy right, and awe the robbers back, who press To shed thy blood, and drink the tears of thy distress; ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The Third. George Gordon Byron	And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated: who would...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Chione Archibald Lampman	Once more fierce-footed through the noisome press; But ere she reached the goal of her distress, Her pierced heart seemed to shatter, and she...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Chorus of Eden Spirits Elizabeth Barrett Browning	They press and pierce: Our requiems follow fast on our evangels,— Voice throbs in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Christel Johann Wolfgang von Goethe	My senses ofttimes are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)