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Concrete or Pattern Poetry
A type of poetry where the visual arrangement of text and space forms a meaningful shape or image. Read More
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- PoemBy Alison C. RollinsI see you, peeping Tom, beside yourself with rage at what I done did, hands gone idle from deprivation...
- PoemBy Alison C. RollinsI am a product of my time. Time is a body that resembles a sound without a scale. Forever foreclosed...
- PoemBy Gabrielle Joy Lessansa muted longing for a being of elsewhere without a boundary or a body like a ball to throw me around...
- ArticleBy Natalie Earnhart & The EditorsInterventionist Poet and Performer of (Soma)tic Poetry Ritual
- PoemBy Tishani DoshiI’ll keep this brief. I remember the shock of Mr. G’s tiger-striped trunks at the Madras Gymkhana Club...
- PoemBy Tishani DoshiThis far north the sun rises and sinks in the same spot. Insects announce the apocalypse and fog moves...
- PoemBy Marilyn NelsonThe United Negro Improvement Association, he says, his little bloodshot eyes looking out of the dark...
- PoemBy Marilyn NelsonOur love still young, our marriage new, Robert and I felt blackness as a second vow, a spiritual seal...
- PoemBy Marilyn NelsonLong fing- ers, how signals flow up them from tip and finger- print all the way up the arm and the ...
- PoemBy Caroline BirdI surrender my weapons:Catapult Tears, Rain-Cloud Hat,Lip Zip, Brittle Coat, Taut Teethin guarded rows...
- PoemBy E. E. Cummingsin Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee and ...
- PoemBy George Starbuck* O fury- bedecked! O glitter-torn! Let the wild wind erect bonbonbonanzas; junipers affect frostyfreeze...
- PoemBy Lorna Dee CervantesCherry plums suck a week’s soak, overnight they explode into the scenery of before your touch. The curtains...
- PoemBy Amit MajmudarEvery tripod-toting birderknows it nevernests on urbangirders. Even fences set itsscalded-crimsonhead...
- PoemBy Kamau BrathwaiteOut of this roar of innumerable demons hot cinema tarzan sweat rolling moth ball eyes yellow teeth cries...
- PoemBy James LasdunMy stylistcalls me darling,says Hi I’m Dee, and asks what I’d like today, smiling.My hair back, I tell...
- PoemBy Robert HerrickFame’s pillar here at last we set, Out-during marble, brass or jet; Charmed and enchanted so As to ...
- PoemBy Brook EmeryI seem to wake and sleep ambiguously, to see and misconceive, to feel on the brink of something that...