Cribbed Agency (After a grating entrée) No matter how I madly strove to make sense of the garlic clove the...

. . Lone Cypress, Pebble Beach Crack of stone for rest and bed, Wrack of storm unpressed I tread, Sun...

So turn whereto it dies, Pulse of a draining sun: The face of daylight’s guise The yield that night has...

No one can hate you like a former spouse. It sounds like a country-western song, I know, but no one...

Near rugged shores and inky lochs, Schiehallion prevails. As stronghold of the faeries, she’s the guardian of their tales. And...

  So to Speak My teen-aged son talks not as I do; I cannot teach him, yet I try to....

By Sharon Kilarski | Originally Published in The Epoch Times A sonnet by Betsy Hughes offers unmistakable relief; you can...

April in Washington Around the basin there’s a ring Of cherry trees now blossoming. Showing off the city’s best, They...

  Spirit Where once a spirit, pure and bright, Would sail on gossamer wings of light And pass through realms...

  Our paths vanish; our footsteps fade From forest glades, from wave-damp sands From sunlight’s dazzle and twilight’s shade. Babes...

This Will Not Make the News Today "My mother told me to take nothing stronger than aspirin." —Bruce Dale Wise...

  Though I’m eighty and have survived I’m the oldest man that never lived My life flew by too fast...

2016 Primaries This season, Mr. Trump’s a raging wildfire, a storm ignited by reality TV, fodder for anyone who likes...

Gaunt fades the twilight, nearly gone, a weary world wearing thin Since last the unremembered sun smiled upon the land...

Post your Tiananmen Square poems in the comments section below.   Tiananmen By James Fenton, Hong Kong, 15 June 1989...

To some the world revolves around them, And nothing else can matter. They’ll do anything to reach that end, Including...

Go Forth, Graduates! To all you graduates, fare well! This world is yours today. Don’t follow the masses who sell...

What if the tall tales we’re told as children, are in fact true?Lost stories about elves, hobbits, and knights of...

By Douglas Thornton "And lo I lie between the sun and thee" (Venus and Adonis; line 194) To see the...

Original Shakespeare followed by imitation.   Sonnet 49 Against that time, if ever that time come, When I shall see...

  If anything I could choose to be, certainly the pig I would choose; with an oink and a roll...

  Zhang Dejiang's Hong Kong Visit, May 2016 By Li "Web Crease" Du "But if you go carrying pictures of...

  Grooming Kids get pressed down tight in rooms — closed rooms with bare soft furnishing — fresh flowers tunnelled,...

By James Sale In our egalitarian and democratic societies we very much hope and want all good things to be...

I thought that maybe you’re no longer free To think separately from Time’s favored paths Choosing its well-worn roads to...

Chapter I: Arrival in Beijing Inspired by real events   Sing to me, Muse, who flies through Heaven’s realms, Sing...

  The Mirror True When all at once I seem to see you there I find I never knew you...

By James Sale Poetry is a delicate balance of language that is prone to either too much yin or too...

  Spring O hallow tulip, flower of the spring, I cannot wait until the sun may bring, From out the...

By Wilbur Dee Case | Edited by Kent Van May Now I can see why T.S. Eliot disliked Edgar Allan Poe's...

  1.  The Man There’s a little village up north,     yet untouched by modern strains, Where plain folk in stilted...

In the Lotus Pose By Uwe Carl Diebes At first, he was uncomfortable in the lotus pose, but as he...

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Unripe Deceived are we by the state of the skin, when overly reliant on our eyes. Of greater concern is...

William Shakespeare is believed to have died on April 23, 1616. Post your commemorative poems in the comments section or...

A Riverside Sonnet Under a tree and upon roots I sit, Drinking a forlorn draught of love’s sweet rhyme. Leaves...

By Damian Robin Quick, pick a good book of poems and let your soul soar. Or clip in your ear...

. . Tahoe Plane On the above photo by M. Kirson Far above the lake I soared, Above the dock,...

The Society of Classical Poets is pleased to announce the release of its 2016 Journal! Click here to purchase a...

Dear George, If only you were living at this hour, Day, week, month, year. These times are newly strange— Hilarious,...