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When we go together, what is the simple form we
make?
When we go together, what is the simple form we
make?
Poem
I am asked a question.By Jane Hirshfield
Poem
LaughterBy Rüştü Onur
Poem
BetweenBy Adam Wolfond
You make the tender parts of me
sing.
You make the tender parts of me
sing.
Poem
The SignalBy C. Dale Young
Poem
LacaoBy Rosabetty Muñoz
Poem
Immature AnimalsBy Alafia Nicole Sessions
I did not know how beautiful we
are!
I did not know how beautiful we
are!
Poem
A rickety door, a back one or side, not stableBy Justin Danzy
Poem
WildfireBy Joan Kwon Glass
Poem
On a WalkBy Heather Christle
i calculate loss
like anyone
a fugitive to
like anyone
a fugitive to
sleeping
i calculate loss
like anyone
a fugitive to
like anyone
a fugitive to
sleeping
Poem
CinemaBy Jessica Abughattas
Poem
Mother Emanuel Nine: Their Influence Was WideBy Cheryl Clarke
Poem
Mount Grace PrioryBy G.C. Waldrep
Recent Features from Poetry
Prose from Poetry Magazine
By Andrea CohenWhen asked to muse on an awkward or difficult emotion, I think: Aren’t all emotions awkward?
Prose from Poetry Magazine
By SapphireFor Cortez, poetry was not about mastery of form. Poetry in the mouth of the Firespitter was the creation of form.
Prose from Poetry Magazine
By Hüseyin Alhas & Ulaş ÖzgünOnur’s verses are so intricately and sophisticatedly woven that their interpretation can yield entirely different meanings depending on the reader’s perspective.
From the Poetry Magazine Archive
- PoemBy Sherwin BitsuiOn limbs of slanted light
painted with my mind’s skin color,
I step upon black braids,
oil-drenched, worming
from last month’s orphaned mouth.
Winged with burning —
I ferry them
from my filmed eyes, wheezing.
Scalp blood in my footprints —
my buckskin pouch... - PoemBy Kimiko HahnWithout the sun filtered through closed eyelids,
without the siren along the service road,
without Grandpa’s ginger-colored hair,
Mother’s lipstick, Daughter’s manicure,
firecrackers, a monkey’s ass, a cherry, Rei’s lost elephant,
without communist or past tense,
or a character seeing her own chopped-off feet dancing...
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Poetry was founded in Chicago by Harriet Monroe in 1912.
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