Unforeseen Good Fortune’s Heirs Are We There’s little of the Plague that we can find to celebrate except for this...

  Dedicated to Falun Gong practitioners who have faced seventeen years of persecution in China. As tempests are blowing, angry...

  Wood Nymph A wood nymph knocked on my door last night           her hair was flaxen gold the ivy trailing...

  Exhale swift, what crimson breeze; Amber crisp and fuchsia Colors adorn leaves on the trees Their coats of misty...

December—not April cruelest, nor June In moon—must be the most romantic month, Why else make men of snow, or gods...

  Upon Seeing Shen Yun By Evan Mantyk How they fly now through the air With such poise and splendid...

By Carol Smallwood The triolet is a medieval French poetry form that has eight lines and was introduced to the...

  Pacific Trash Vortex I don’t care about chemical sludges, I don’t care about plastic debris, the Pacific trash vortex...

  Christmastime Lush green tree, wet pine scent fills the air. Strings of tiny gems, that plump tree, strangle, Children’s...

Who would true Valor see Let him come hither; One here will Constant be, Come Wind, come Weather. There's no...

By Evan Mantyk I. I’m thinner than most cars you see, I do not guzzle as much gas, And if...

Dogs are expected to sit Dogs are expected to stay They receive kicks If they make the boat sway Hong...

Kindness and Stars The gentle touch and splendid gift Intended to restore and heal Is rich enough to move and...

The Policeman By Brice U. Lawseed He dreamed there were ten thousand demonstrators on the streets, a nightmare of the...

  Paris, 13 November 2015 The hiders: cheaters with suicide-belted access to ethereal hiding places — traceless but for grieving...

  For Donald J. Trump, on the occasion of his victory   A Citizen arose, and men of blood, With...

  Now does a mischief Winter grip our Isle with hands Which, Midas-like, turn all they touch to silvery ice....

A Quick Haiku Guide  A traditional haiku should... 1. Be three lines. The first line should have five syllables, the...

By Ubs Reece Idwal "We reject the president-elect." —protesting chant In Portland, Oregon, four thousand demonstrators came, protesting the election,...

  So Far, So Good One friend fears his father’s Alzheimer fate, another prepares herself for the end while her...

  Hiding My Glee (Rondeau) Hiding my glee, lest my spouse see the merriment mulling in me. I’ll deftly deflect...

. I think we need your help Lord God; Fairly sure we do, Sure as feet upon the sod, Sure...

Can one’s eyes pierce the shroud of time to learn The message of Atlantis drowned in dust? Past Hercules’s Pillars...

  Pygmalion at Twilight Like a fiery dawn came we forth unto Our place on pedestals above the dunes Of...

By Nostradamus (1503-1566) | Translated by Evan Mantyk   X 76 The great Senate will award the pageant, To one...

  Culloden Moor At last they met. No sound. Arrays deployed. It was the perfect day—no haze, no shine. Long...

By Sathya Narayana The rubaiyat (pronounced “roo-bái-yát”) is a Persian form of several quatrains. Its name is derived from the...

. . Said the Painter Upon the mossy stones I dwelt,I did, and was, and painting feltAn arch and angel...

  Persistent Danger Where is this going when state and foe mow down civilians and non-combatants in market stalls? They...

by Conrad Geller People are always asking "What are the best love poems?" or "Where can I find something beautiful...

In the name of poetry, we implore you … Since time immemorial, poetry has moved people’s hearts and shaped humanity at...

  Aleppo By Cid Wa'eeb El Sur We will drain it dry as hay. Peace shall neither night nor day...

By Conan Milner | The Epoch Times For centuries, the plays of William Shakespeare have been celebrated for their larger-than-life...

  Intimations of a Dream When the wind rustles through the open pine, And the leaves murmur and shudder off...

by Dusty Grein Hailing from 15th and 16th century French and Italian roots, the villanelle is arguably one of the...

  For Elizabeth If charm were a country, then you would be Its capital of many domes and spires Gilded...

  A Bear in My Living Room While playing some computer games One day, I heard a noise out in...

By Evan Mantyk Michael Curtis A classical architect, sculptor, painter, and poet, Michael Curtis is, in no uncertain terms, a...

Growing Up So lucky they used to say, and it was when it was rare. But now there’s way too...

In the grey-streaked dawn I can barely glean A deck of petals expertly dealt out in a ring A clingy...