The Price (a pantoum in iambic pentameter) The sea and sky, once beautiful and clean, They’ve paid the price...

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A Rhyme Crime An old man once curtly said, "I wouldn't give a dime for poetry that has rhyme." A...

  Paean to “ODE TO JOY”* I heard the “Ode to Joy” today, ten thousand times at least. I could...

By Conrad Geller Poets demonstrably know nothing about death since it is, in Hamlet’s phrase, “the undiscovered country from whose...

My Mirror Grinned (Rondeau) My mirror grinned at my first grey. With rearing youth, it’s my first fray. Disturbed, with...

  There is a tale of seven sisters whose father help up the sky pursued by Orion, carried to the...

  Today I may dream of stubbled fields shriveled     foretelling of future prospects grim. If tomorrow’s dreams are green, is...

By Carol Smallwood The pantoum is a poetry form that originated in 15th century Malaysia and drifted West in the...

  Gathering like large and lazy vultures they asked me, on my travels, where I’m from — my origins, religion...

. Unexpiring Ekphrastic on the above photo Unexpiring constant Sun, Earth untired responding spun, Surging fire, maternal birth, Urgent sire...

  The eyes emerge from slumber’s lake of lead, Awakened by the zephyr flying past, In wonderment to witness, overhead,...

On the shores of Lake Erie, most weak & most weary, a soldier sat sunning, returned from the wars,     And...

We Shall Never Forget Let the world always remember, That fateful day in September, And the ones who answered duty's...

  Terror has infected the world today; And this disease is spreading day by day. Fanatics who lack spirituality And...

By Anonymous Sometimes I sit alone for a while, Watching life go by, Sitting high on a mountain top, Wondering...

Will Power When God asked Solomon one day     What his heart did most desire, The man said if he had...

"Games of Gridlock," people proclaim, "court our congress in shifts of shame!" If pay-to-play campaigns unlash a people-to-the-poles backlash, it's...

  And then we remembered that cruelest spring, when we awoke to find ourselves hollow. Where once we mocked, “O...

Submission Instructions Submit three to five poems, each of which does not exceed 50 lines. Email as a word file...

  The Poet’s Purpose A poet praises all of nature’s treasures, He seeks to find the pathway to her core,...

Such Was My Prayer Such was my prayer. And she, so far away, Or so it seemed, looked down at...

  Phantom skaters in the park turn, and glide, and never fall, faces clouded, figures dark. They are phantoms, after...

  Ice I open my golden flowing fins,     I dance beneath the ice, I dip and twirl and pose and...

The Garden Guest Gaia has entered my garden today, She moves with a rustling of leaves. I can see her...

  Capturing all that isn’t blue, The sky, extending out of view, Pitches over the gathered green, Its grassy sheen...

Blaschka Glass By Beau Ecs Wilder So beautiful they are, the lovely Blaschka glass displays, exquisite floral blossoms and marine...

  A Hero These are the weathered shoes worn by the Jew, So cracked from all the miles walked since...

  If I were to have been conceived Beneath a greater star, My sorrows would have been reprieved By powers...

Inside the desire for revenge is a painful vulnerability, a reminder of damage that won’t leave, and you wish for...

To Beauty (Tribute to Sarah Lane, American Ballet Theater Ballerina) Who see you move across the stage Themselves are moved...

By James Sale This is a curious collection from Douglas Thornton: ambitious, epic in its style, containing many great lines...

“London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down my fair lady.” During segregation grocery...

  Against the Light Watermarks are visible when held against light whispering quality, distinction, louder than a shout— are also...

If You're a Beggar, Be a Chooser Too (Villanelle) If you're a beggar, be a chooser too, For less is...

Old age recycles the body An infant once pink turns blue Nature recalls with rapid speed To complete life’s circle...

  Technology I am sick of this world Technology has gone wild I miss the peace of mind I used...

Petals in the Winter Three petals on a lily like the snow were held aloft And though the wind through...

This eve set as elegant exhibit of skin deep beauty for old yearning stares, is time’s harsh labor’s brief retreat....