Poetry

  In Defense of the Aesthetic Sense When lovely melodies arouse and wake My dormant bliss, or true words do...

Dedicated to Falun Gong practitioners who have peacefully resisted persecution by the communist regime in China for 17 years, since...

Chapter II: Visions and Dreams (For Chapter I click here.) THE band and locals, totaling fourteen, Retired to rest before...

The waking’s spun with webs of urgent lure And sleep is shriveled dreaming marred by fear. The life allows the...

  C0d0s0 By Leweca Derusbi The Chinese hackers who are known as the Codoso group are infiltrating sites across the...

Lost The angel’s cry, the devil’s kiss: How did you let it come to this? You claimed the darkness too:...

  When the wind blows true through the land Rustled leaves hold trees that withstand Tempered gusts with vicious intent....

Jaded I Lay Jaded I lay prostrate in bands Constructed of my self-frustration: The morning waned; so too my elation,...

This rhyming adaption of the 14th century Arthurian poem is suitable for 4-6 students to perform and only takes about...

Anasazi Mesa castles in the sky Where paintbrush blooms and eagles fly. A people's passage marked in stone; Artifacts of...

The Pharaoh's People and the Locusts We had our land covered by the locusts. On every leaf the hungry, magnet...

Related Content 'Trump' Presidential Prophecy Poem by Nostradamus Donald Trump (A Clerihew*) Donald “The Donald” Trump Surprisingly took to the...

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...