Poetry

“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” – Carl Sandburg

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Wisteria

Wisteria hangs in great dollops
from the treetops,
the faint purple drapery
escorting me to Aiken and Camden

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Two Poems by Timothy Liu

Classical music notes

On the day my mother died, I unplugged
the stereo at a time when record clubs
still sent out their selections of the month

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My Father’s Amputation on Tuesday

amputation

How long can a foot
last when it’s been
short
two sizes from the start?

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Idols Out Of Sand

Figure in White Sand

Sparkle.
Dripping nowhere
(important)
across a rise of white.

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Three Poems by Angela Jackson-Brown

Pan statue

The god Pan overtakes me
In a scarily erotic
Dance.

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Two Poems by Donavon Davidson

Smoke

Every night new holes appear,
yet the world feels a little less hollow.

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National Poetry Month 2013 Open Thread

Open Mic poetry and music reading

A wide open space to show off your original poetry, your favorite copyright-free poem, or any thoughts that you wish to share about poetry.

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National Poetry Month 2012 Open Thread

Put your poetry here, poetic people.

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Occupation: A Poem

When they came, they took the house. They let me and my sisters live in the basement. My father died of hunger. (Sasha, 1942)

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Cash Crop Concrete Hollow: A Poem

7 years ago there were no houses

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The Funeral Director: A Poem

Hated us, as we bickered in front of the casket.

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Hornets: A Poem

A hornet, the kind that stings,
rests three boards away

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One Blue Shoe: A Poem

On a naked concrete floor…

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Rappers and Their Game: A Poem

I’m mad at the world,
A world gone mad for money.

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The Swimmers: A Poem

The two rotund, none smoking, healthy middle aged ladies sit in their splashing pool get suntanned and wet

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