Nesting Season Little sleep. The night heat did not relent. You startle me up as day breaks over the tent...

. He viewed the world with perfect form But upside down, not as the norm He lifted those who’d been...

  I used to find it hard to lose at chess. I'd watch in disbelief the check and mate, think...

George and the Dragon In the Yorkshire dialect “Nah, sithee,” said Granny, “Just set thee dahn ‘ere, An’ I’ll tell...

The Journal It sat upon his bedside table, closed, And waiting to keep record of each day: The silent pages...

Meadows of Corn It seems but bland to every passing eye, These regal meadows dressed in ripened corn; They dance...

Argument The following poem is a dramatic monologue in four sections, based on a brief passage in a barbarian legal...

Thank you to everyone who participated! Judges Dusty Grein, Michael Curtis, and Damian Robin have selected the below winners for...

  To Solitude Come, Solitude, my first and truest friend! Long hours of careless converse burden me, And I have...

  What heights within my mind descend? To fall on peaks where faith shall end, As summits fail to comprehend,...

  Windmill Song Alone it shudders on a hill, Defiant in the wind. A strong south gale could topple it,...

On Visiting the Tea Garden in Middletown, New York I. A harried daddy with two kids in tow, Maneuvering through...

By C.B. Anderson Anyone writing formal poetry today has to be grateful for the arsenal of fixed forms—most of them...

A Villanelle To breathe the beaming silence of the sky I long, when dawn’s chill wakes my eyes, and see...

  Untitled All older statues want to come alive, Those Greek and Roman ones, and Christian, too. Their skeletons and...

I. My brain just came back from the laundry they tell me it's perfectly clean and it's thinking the way...

A Lifetime Day drifts into evening Evening into night All around me darkness With only stars for light Dawn awakes...

Upon the release of the Society’s How to Write Classical Poetry   When feeling some compulsion to compose, One wonders which...

For Elizabeth On the Poet’s Eleventh Wedding Anniversary   Though you behold me silent in this room, Know that I...

  The Devil's New Mission The Devil went to every single school Across America to find a Faust— But no...

This essay was written in 2007 and has remained unpublished until now. by Ludiew E. Sarceb Few of the contemporary...

The important events in the life of Gaius Valerius Catullus (84-54 B.C.) are recounted through the poems he has left....

Inside the Dragon’s Teeth Maui, Hawaii From inside, you get a new perspective ___Of the tourist spot known as Dragon’s...

After the Peloponnesian Wars: a Microcosm A Villanelle At last I grasp what I could never get: As long as...

It has long been observed that whilst the ego is useful in making daily and ordinary decisions in our life,...

  When, late in May, Memorial Day ____Inaugurates the season Of summer sun and summer fun ____(Much welcomed, with good...

Unshaken Faith Forward Alliterative verse dedicated to Falun Gong practitioners who have faced persecution in China since July 20, 1999...

LVII. On a Bodegón of Zurbarán From carbon darkness, splendor! Light comes forth. A painter knew the warm fidelity Of...

  At last, the sunset’s knell forebodes the ceasing day— The merchants in their silken garments trudge their way Along,...

  And What Of Art? It used to be that there was a division Between the arts, and each had...

Dante’s Inferno, Canto I (Poem by Dante Alighieri / translation by J. Simon Harris in terza rima) In the middle...

To Liu Xiaobo by Morgan Downs Xiaobo—you are from hence forever gone. Meanwhile, your executioners remain. Even now, they overcast...

On the Special Meeting of the Manchester City Council (Wed. 12th of July, 2017) to reflect on the terrible events that...

  A wind blew through the almond trees. The blossoms shook, the petals floated down Past where I sat on...

Why Live This Long? The thought presents - Why live this long? What more to do, Once sung my song?...

  Potpourri Take leaves at first, curled crisp by autumn’s cold— Crush them to crumbly powder in a tray To...

Epistle to a Celt Where, o Celt, mayst thou be found Upon what all was once thy ground? Art thou...

  It could be a horse thief, or maybe a rustler, A card shark, a pimp, or a sleazy-eyed hustler....

This poem is written in response to proposals to sell ancient public forests to private developers in England. https://saveourwoods.co.uk/  ...

Post your patriotic July  4th poetry in the comments section below. by Usa W. Celebride "The cement of this union...