Here are a bunch of links to poems I like, that I've collected from the internet. You're welcome to sample around and see what you like.

Edwin Brock was an English plain-speech resonance poet who made some interesting comments about what he was trying to accomplish, prior to his reading of the poem he referred to as his "autobiography:" Song of the Battery Hen.  Click on the link to learn more about him and to access his poem.


How to Stuff a Pepper / Nancy Willard  This one is a classic of plain speech resonance. So much displaced meaning, rising out of a simple task.

Under Stars / Tess Gallagher (Notice how this one drives deep and close into the simple reality of mailing a letter, and then see how it deflects to a digression and then blossoms into the almost unfathomable:

you 
who are so far away
you have caused me to look up at the stars. . . .

Again, I
am the found one, intimate, returned
by all I touch on the way.
)

 In November / Lisel Mueller (She is one of the now-seldom-sung greats.  Don’t forget it. This poem is almost surreal in its musing about the changing of reality.)

 In Your Absence / Judith Harris (ends with:

It is only April.
I can't stop my own life
from hurrying by.

The moon, already pacing.

The Peace of Wild Things / Wendell Berry (the salvation of nature, but also, feel the pace and style of the lines, like a psalm:

I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light . . .) 

The Woodpecker Keeps Returning / Jane Hirshfield

Boy and Egg / Naomi Shihab Nye  (Wow!  This small poem is, in my opinion, masterful!
. . . back to the house of muttering
hens.)

 Supple Cord / Naomi Shihab Nye (a unique take on a quirk, and a powerful final line: and we had such long and separate lives
ahead.)

 Fifteen / Leslie Monsour (In this one, pay attention to the quiet rhyme and the classic meter, reminiscent a little, of Frost’s formalism, as Leslie accomplishes a modern capture.  Say the poem and feel the rhythm.)

 Early in the Morning / Li-Young Lee (breakfast cooking, and a mother running an ivory comb through her hair “black as calligrapher’s ink,” combing it “kempt,” and the story of a life, and a love, is told)

 Silent Music / Floyd Skloot (Notice the subtle rhymes and the sonnet form that somehow manages not to call a lot of attention to itself as the poet gives us a unique take on a musical moment)

 Part of a Legacy / Frank Steele (still more proof that an odd quirk of family history can yield poetry, and insight, and wisdom, and tranquil nostalgia:

some part of my mother still with me
in the warmth of my face as I dreamed
baseball and honeysuckle, sleeping
on sunlight.
)

Then there is:

The Blue Bowl / Jane Kenyon

 Otherwise / Jane Kenyon

 Selecting a Reader / Ted Kooser

 After Years / Ted Kooser

 White Eyes / Mary Oliver

 Reckless Poem / Mary Oliver

 The Summer Day / Mary Oliver

 The Rider / Naomi Shihab Nye

 The Space Heater / Sharon Olds