Poetry transcends labels and definitions. It’s not confined to the realm of ‘artists.’ It’s an open invitation to express the unexpressed, to give voice to emotions that words alone cannot contain. Beyond storytelling, poetry is an intimate dance between heartbeats and syllables, a canvas where feelings are painted with verse. It’s an active release—a symphony of words orchestrating emotions, pouring out thoughts like ink spilled on a page. Let poetry be your companion on this journey of self-discovery, a mirror reflecting the beauty and complexity of your existence. Embrace the freedom in expressing your truth, for in poetry, your voice finds its purest resonance.
Latest Poetry
Wisdom by Jim Bates
Growing upHe read about itDream of having itBut never really didA mediocre studentHe did his bestHe graduated in the middle of his classHe went on to collegeHe did okayHeld a long term job for many yearsMarriage and familyLove and lossAll the way to the endNow he walks wooded trailsHe watches birds and listens to their…
we may be landscape by Corbett Buchley
we may be landscapea pastiche of neighborhood and terrain but do you see the graves they are hidden and not hidden in the folds of hills in the patchwork lineswe have latticed over earth a lot goes into livingwe toil like worms, like salmonbehind plows, in boats sleek nervous carnivores staying in motion we visit…
Symphony of Spring by Jim Bates
The sun glows mellow on a warming dayA light breeze from the south caresses cattailsDown near the pond songs fill the airBlack birds chiming a chorus of red wingsNearby a babbling stream of snow melt rushingA melody of life, a symphony of spring. Jim Bates is an award-winning author who lives in a small town…
To the Rabbit Hole by Martin Indars
“Fear not the rabbit hole.It is warm, safe and securefrom the shredding above.”—Nitram Sradni The best burrow deep, blindly so,to either nowhere or nowhere you know.With nothing from above but a broken clock,the below echoes the best of our dreams. So down, down, down the rabbit hole we goslowly, freely, fearlessly belowpast cupboards and bookshelves—of…
Resplendent by Jim Bates
All day longSnow fallingBlanketingBarren brown groundA white delightA wintery makeoverHushed and lovelySoft and peacefulSilently sublimeLand resplendentIn delightfulCalm. Jim Bates is retired and lives in a small town in Minnesota. He enjoys walking, reading, and writing.
Teddy Bear by David Perry
His black marble eyes,cracked as a satellite crashed in the night,have filed in their dark, quiet mirrorsthe memories of my childhood. His threaded smile–frayed, crooked, loosened–is finally lost in the mattingof faux fur; fine fur, nearly bare,scarce from reckless, prying hands. Neither of us see very clearly now. We are world-beguiled,filled with fluff and shovings,though…
Hcaeb by Joey Bernert
(Hcaeb is a poem in reverse, or in retreat) From just after sunriseuntil the sun crowned at noon,I stood knee-deep in lakewater,tearing at the weedsthat clung like guiltto the shoreline.I started before the cicadas sang,before the heat rose off the sand like steam,before I could talk myself out of it. I pulled them by the…
PROMPTS for Taras by John Cole
“People worry that computers will get too smart and take over the world, but the real problem is that they’re too stupid, and they’ve already taken over the world.”— Pedro Domingos Write an extended free verse poemof about 350 words in twelve stanzasof roughly equal length,in the manner of a Pulitzer Prize-winning poem.Embed, fuse, or…
Alligator by N. T. Chambers
I think I’d liketo be an alligator -sunning all dayon a secluded beachsilently waitingfor breakfastlunch or dinnerto carelesslybecome a menu itemas it unwittinglysaunters by -mistakenly convincedthat my half-slit eyesoffer no threatbut suggest anotherlazy nap spentthinking about nothingwith that limabean brain of mine -until the fatal snap … There’d be no worriesabout the extratwo hundred pounds…
Echoing Hark by Victoria Brennan Fowler
Leave the missing shingle.It witnessed bare feet climbingto smoke a bowl before bed–a secret no one ever knew.. Leave the pothole, because why fix what everyone avoids? Leave the dead cockroach in the basementbecause it remembers the day you were born. Leave the hole in the screenbecause the memories want to flow through. Leave the…
Existence as a Lost Shell in a Troubled Sea by Scout Boriga
When the sapphire waves brush this crystal beach,Does the truth of my kaleidoscope vision becomeThe lifeblood of an entity I have never touched? That horizon winks at me, perfect blue, perfectSynchrony with the beating, beating frequency ofThat droning hum in my stomach. The sand in my toes, golden rays of sun beatingOn the skin, is…
Even Ruins Remember by Molly Smith
Perhaps that’s whyI remain unmoving—your lies wedged deep between the sofa cushions. These walls reverberate the evidence you were once happy here,still hum with our fractured words,a radio’s staticI can’t dial down. The floors, no…the floorsare our legs, entwined,your vulnerability,oh, how your softnesssoftened the unyielding woodbeneath us. Now they creak beneath my steps,groaning under the…
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Ernest Hemingway