Beauty

  I Want To Believe I want to believe a scarlet sky Promises sunshine. Don’t know why They say red...

New Day Welcome to a new day. I must go Ahead with life as it presents to me I have...

A Poet’s Lament - for Charles Southerland, whose brilliant prose style I so painfully tried to imitate and incorporate Nobody...

A Journey to the East by Evan Mantyk is a historical and poetical fairytale adventure styled after Journey to the...

Bunny by Sally Cook Indebted to a simple spark of life, You missed your chance at Europe’s wondrous door. A...

  I woke this day from napping, and I saw you lying there, Across the room, upon a couch, asleep...

  With lifeless smiles she's sitting tight in the vase. With painted flowers, leaves and twigs she's like a dressed...

  For Lori Kaye and Riley Howell I sing in praise of Lori Gilbert Kaye. When racist hatred paid a...

Read the poetry of the recently departed John Whitworth at Trinacria or The Poetry Archive. by Sally Cook Any ordinary...

Venting Be angry, and do not sin. —Ephesians 4.26 We're told a large volcano roils and seethes beneath the soil...

On Time’s Memory Time is a sieve of our own brand. A net Made not to catch but to let...

The Fall of the Fourth Estate a rondeau The Media: the Fourth Estate* Performed disgracefully of late: Delivering the news...

Translation by Matthew Wildermuth Note: In the time of its composition—the first decade of the 13th century—Tristan was already a...

  Birthday Apology William Shakespeare was born April 26, 1564 If all the world’s a stage, and all the men...

Towards the End of Chinese Communism Through Shanghai’s packed glissando peaks and Beijing’s glossy miles, As though to keep out counter...

Here shut behind an oaken door I stay, left in a room paneled with times long gone, and learn to...

Gallipoli, 1915 There are none left on earth can ever tell At first hand of this mortal waste of war...

  I face the day with unexpected strength, to know we’ll meet when the sun has disappeared. Your hand in...

  Tosspot tulip, withered, bowed and bent; __Severed stem embedded in a vase. __Natal bed a now-forsaken place. __Glory passed;...

  It is a moment or a spot in time, When time is quieted and put away; A simple thing...

A special holiday post featuring "My Cross" by Joe Tessitore of New York, New York; "Pietá" by Tonya McQuade of...

  Luckily for the bereft grieving through darkness alone, dawn is abundantly deft at its medicinal tone. When a new...

The Cathedral, Burning by T. M. Moore Flames wreck the walls and ceilings that had stood for centuries, scorch ancient...

  Today poetic form is ostracised. It’s stifled and suppressed, deemed obsolete; classed as archaic, stuffy and effete, a vestige...

’Twas just a fleeting moment when our journeys crossed, When you were walking roadside, munching on the moss, On Christmas,...

Where the Heart Goes Where the heart decides to go, The feet must go along. The heart is first to...

Wings Oh, to catch the winds of flight And soar where eagles go, To leave the woes of troubled souls...

When we listen To his sweet song, Did he then know It'd live this long? A song that gives To...

The Melancholy Snowman Though stony-eyed, I watched the finches glide. The chimney smoke, the builder slide, At night, I gave...

  The Water of Life To die Of thirst Is nigh The worst And saddest way A life may end,...

translation from Italian by Luigi Pagano Maybe because you are the image of eternal peace O evening, you are welcomed...

In the Garden In Paradise there is a place where ruby-colored roses grace the trellises of precious pearl - so...

Curve It’s just a simple curve, gouged by a string to make a tidy border in between the walkway and...

That I Might Learn to Love a villanelle That I might learn to love I sorely prayed with hopes that...

  The Pregnant Woman The Pregnant Woman nests a baby seed Who's ever pressing on her very core While her...

  How I long for the days gone by, Such memories overtake me. I look back on my life and...

  Beyond the brimming ages Gabriel waits, his foremost message burning on his breath. Through time men slide, creeping through...

. The Black Children In China, until rather recently, each pair of parents was allowed one kid, according to the...

Note: Teaching classical poetry rather than other forms of poetry or modern literature makes a difference. Inherent in classical poetry...

Anonymous (12th Century), 'Du bist mein' ('You are mine') I am yours and you, mine are; Of this ought you be...