Poem
By Hannah Bambach
I feel like my mother when I am in love.
I think it is the strawberries I grow on my windowsill
to have…
I think it is the strawberries I grow on my windowsill
to have…
Category
Classic Love
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- PoemBy Carole Boston WeatherfordIt was written in the stars:
A child is born.
From that moment on,
I only had eyes for you.
What a … - AudioBy Carole Boston Weatherford
- PoemBy Karen HoulePulling the foreign body off me— out of the dress up over my arms through the neckhole—
he says, You… - PoemBy Li-Young LeeWrist,
neck,
shoulder,
waist,
you turn.
And I turn with you.
Glance,
grasp,
blush,
breath,
you turn.
And I turn… - PoemBy Rosabetty MuñozTranslated By Claudia Nuñez de IbietaHere we converge toward the only star.
Let’s fall in, love of mine,
let’s drop our oars
down to where night… - PoemBy Rosabetty MuñozAquí confluimos hacia la única estrella.
Volquémonos amado mío,
dejemos caer los remos
hasta donde la noche… - PoemBy Julian GewirtzMy new country says drinks are cheap and I know what he wants.
Bartender folds her forefinger nine ninety… - PoemBy Joyce KilmerNow by what whim of wanton chance
Do radiant eyes know sombre days?
And feet that shod in light should… - PoemBy Alexis De VeauxI pray for us
as evening glides over
implore the gods
pray for us pray
for this breathing
planet the milky way
dreams us
into galaxy
no need for heaven this
is how it started:
way out beyond we
below
the sweet of your lips
dipped in promise
anxieties claim us
bark and skin
what we... - PoemBy Nome Emeka Patricklate night, our hearts ticking, the crickets outside
play the the drums of their lives
the candle by our bedside flickers, flickers
billie eilish in the background, in the red background
swears she knows us
i can hear your breath rubbing against mine
your breasts flattened... - PoemBy Ali LiebegottI want to grow old with you.
Old, old.
So old we pad through the supermarket
using the shopping cart as a cane that steadies us.
I’ll wait at register two in my green sweater
with threadbare elbows, smiling
because you’ve forgotten the bag of day-old... - PoemBy Hart CraneI
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.
And in answer to their treble interjections
The sun beats lightning... - PoemBy Richard Rolle[Alle perisches and passes pat we with eghe see]
It wanes into wrechednes, þe welth of þis worlde.
Robes and ritches rotes in dike,
Prowde payntyng slakes into sorow,
Delites and drewryse stynk sal ful sone,
Þair golde and þaire tresoure drawes þam til dede.
Al... - PoemBy M. Bartley SeigelOn this cross-quarter day, quick to temper and cool,
your long lashes startle me with their rime of hoarfrost,
and I am snared like a rabbit pulled into your gravity
by the run of our long love affair together. The seasons race past,
one...