Poetry

. Know How to Mow __You want to raise your rates, you say? __Your crying poor is killing me, __for...

. With Coffins at the Dover Air Force Base: 29 August 2021 On Sunday, Biden traveled to the Dover Air...

. Allgibberish (I Saw a Man Who Wasn't There) after “Antigonish” (“I Met a Man Who Wasn't There”) by William...

. WINNERS ANNOUNCED HERE. "Select, all ye who write, a subject fit, A subject not too mighty for your wit!...

“Select, all ye who write, a subject fit, A subject not too mighty for your wit! Before you lay your...

“Select, all ye who write, a subject fit, A subject not too mighty for your wit! Before you lay your...

. The starlit sky is filled with smoke ______and men succumb To dread, while folded hands invoke ______to overcome This...

. The Peach Garden Oath This oath of fellowship is an iconic moment in the first chapter of the historical...

. Waking Up (Freedom Doesn't Come in a Can) A Protest Song Written and Performed by Jack DesBois I was...

by Adam Sedia The life of Walter de la Mare (1873-1956) spans earthshattering changes in history and art. The England...

. Observations of a Former Victim You may think me insensitive or witless, But more and more it seems the...

. “Make a decision,” is what me ma said, As she wearily plucked at each feather, ‘Er old gnarled fingers...

. "American pragmatism insists that words are for use, not enjoyment; American puritanism insists that expression is a duty, not...

. The arrogant are all about these days. How disrespectful are their callous ways! They go about as freely as...

. This challenge comes form poet James A. Tweedie: Perhaps the most familiar of all formal, English-language poems is the...

. a rondel It's funny how a day can go so slow, and yet a year just simply seems to...

. At the Temple of Yue Fei Behind, a lake unstirring sleeps; Ahead, grey fog and budding leaves. A jade-green...

. Lost and Found I’ve lost myself but in the course, I’ve found a sanctuary glowing, aspen golden. To me,...

. The Secret Garden Beyond these ivied walls grows naught but heather Gorse and broom, the moors engulfed by blows...

. There never was a night so long When time went crawling by. The Arctic wind came howling in Across...

. The Commander-in-Chief How Biden sucks---I mean the man, Who being wholly characterless Will criticize Afghanistan "Cowards"---when he can’t face...

. Geese on the Moor On Laddow Moss the April air is cold And still. A single pair of wayward...

. You are invited to a reading of exquisite poetry and conversations with the poets. This reading is part of...

. “Come with me, child, past all this camouflage.” “Is there a secret garden there, Grandpa?” “Not quite. It’s just...

. Cheap Sauvignon’s chilled and then swilled just to stave off the pain, While TVs drone on as cons ponder...

Reviewed Book: Legends of Liberty Volume 1, by Andrew Benson Brown, T A J Classics, 2021 by James Sale Legends of...

. Albert Pierrrepoint (1905-1992) served as one of GreatBritain’s chief executioners from 1931 to 1956, duringwhich time he hanged over...

. Debacle in Kabul We all make mistakes and we all have regrets. The mess in Kabul is as bad...

. The gods of ancient Greece return to cast their blight upon our nation. Throughout the eons come and gone,...

. after “Ballade of the Unborn Child” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox I wrote by hand my lines of verse, __Just...

. W A R N I N G : __You won’t be forgivenfor the belt road you are livingfor flat...

. The Worst of Rhymes No matter where we choose to sit, A fool, alone, would not admit, We’re living...

. A burst of laughter slips into an echo past the tinny bells and rattling glass of Joe's, my corner...

. Write a poem rhyming the word "orange" with something else. Post it in the comments below. This challenge comes...

. We can’t remember. After years of war that thing once known as “poetry” was lost. We know there was...

. Running round ruins of things long forgot, These tried, tiring times---who can make an end? Can read the scroll...

. Inklings The clues are there. They skulk between the lines. They lurk in spin and smirk in murky spiel. The clues are there. They leer...

. If We Knew It All . . . Where do dreams go when we wake up? Where does time...

. Hagi at My Study Window hagi or bush clover, a symbol of poetry, blooms as summer turns to autumn....

. Far from the city’s ceaseless bustle— __That’s where the eagle flies! Borne by the means of plume and muscle—...