Category: Other Poems

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size    But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my… Read More

The Blues Don’t Change by Al Young

And I was born with you, wasn’t I, Blues? Wombed with you, wounded, reared and forwarded from address to address, stamped, stomped and returned to sender by nobody else but you, Blue Rider, writing me off every chance… Read More

Fire and Ice

BY ROBERT FROST   Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think… Read More

EXCURSION by D.H. Lawrence

I WONDER, can the night go by; Can this shot arrow of travel fly Shaft-golden with light, sheer into the sky Of a dawned to-morrow, Without ever sleep delivering us From each other, or loosing the dolorous Unfruitful… Read More

Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman

1 Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper… Read More

Lichen Glows in the Moonlight

BY JOHN KINSELLA Lichen glows in the moonlight so fierce only cloud blocking the moon brings relief. Then passed by, recharged it leaps up off rocks and suffocates—there is no route through rocks without having to confront its… Read More

Writing Always Finds Me

By Amy S. Pacini Writing always finds me… In the clustered cells of my restlessly racing mind In the lonely longings and aching apprehensions of my heart Weaving a whirling web of whimsical words and a wishful well… Read More

Some Feel Rain by Joanna Klink

Some feel rain. Some feel the beetle startle in its ghost-part when the bark slips. Some feel musk. Asleep against each other in the whiskey dark, scarcely there. When it falls apart, some feel the moondark air drop… Read More


By Edgar Allan Poe Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, ’Twere better… Read More


By Edward Thomas The last light has gone out of the world, except This moonlight lying on the grass like frost Beyond the brink of the tall elm’s shadow. It is as if everything else had slept Many an… Read More

By Sanober Khan

Don’t embrace mediocrity; its main charm is to make you fall in love with failure. Speed off… Excellence awaits you at the end of your journey! Fall in love with the energy of the mornings trace your fingers… Read More

Lines for Winter

BY MARK STRAND Tell yourself as it gets cold and gray falls from the air that you will go on walking, hearing the same tune no matter where you find yourself— inside the dome of dark or under… Read More

Contempories and Snobs

BY PRAGEETA SHARMA after Laura Riding Jackson There’s a structure for idiocy—lamplight— all over the nation; it’s an illumination with such sheer creative force it is misrecognized genius. I have misunderstood people’s duplicitous ways—their lightbulbs— as righteous forms… Read More

Nox Borealis

BY CAMPBELL MCGRATH If Socrates drank his portion of hemlock willingly, if the Appalachians have endured unending ages of erosion, if the wind can learn to read our minds and moonlight moonlight as a master pickpocket, surely we… Read More


Amy Lowell, 1874 – 1925 I will mix me a drink of stars,— Large stars with polychrome needles, Small stars jetting maroon and crimson, Cool, quiet, green stars.

You’ve Got to Start Somewhere

BY DEBORAH LANDAU I had the idea of sitting still while others rushed by. I had the thought of a shop that still sells records.

Voyages by Hart Crane

I Above the fresh ruffles of the surf Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand. They have contrived a conquest for shell shucks, And their fingers crumble fragments of baked weed Gaily digging and scattering.