Poems I have written

By Grant Smith

Rhymed Couplet

The snowmobile got stuck with a buck and a truck.

Blank verse

The fog comes

on little cat feet.

It sits looking

over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then moves on.


There was an Old Man of Nantucket.

Who kept all his cash in a bucket.

His daughter, called Nan.

Ran away with a man.

And as for the bucket, Nantucket.


Look up…

From bleakening hills

Blows down the light, first breath.

Of wintry wind…look up, and scent.

The snow!

Free verse

Come slowly, Eden

Lips unused to thee.

Bashful, sip thy jasmines,

As the fainting bee,

Reaching late his flower,

Round her chamber hums,

Counts his nectars—alights

And is lost in balms!