Poem
By Rita Dove
late, in aqua and ermine, gardeniasscaling her left sleeve in a spasm of scent,her gloves white, her...
Category
Techniques
A comparison that is made without pointing out a similarity by using words such as “like,” “as,” or “than.” Read More
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- PoemBy Li-Young LeeAnd when, in the city in which I love you,even my most excellent song goes unanswered,and I mount the...
- PoemBy Jorie GrahamThe blades like irises turning very fast to see you completely—steel-blue then red where the cut occurs...
- PoemBy Brenda HillmanHaving stopped using dolphins to locate explosives in the Cold Warthey had 30 leftover dolphins.An officer...
- PoemBy Raúl ZuritaAnd then rained down from ferocious cloudsour empty pupils heard the suspended breakersbeat while down...
- PoemBy Joshua SeigalI don’t like similes.Every time I try to think of onemy brain feels like a vast, empty desert;my eyes...
- PoemBy Peter O’LearyIn a windthe lake's scissoring surfaceand the Sun's vernal glarethe gulls cut to curlsin their turns...
- PoemBy Cameron Awkward-RichI wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside...
- PoemBy UnknownLēodum is mīnum swylce him mon lāc gife; willað hȳ hine āþecgan gif hē on þrēat cymeð. Ungelīc is ū...
- PoemBy Sri ChinmoyUltimately everything Becomes boring.Even great miracles Become boring.Even the tremendous powers of...
- PoemBy Ada LimónMy brother holds a snake by its head. The whole length of the snake is the length of my brother’s body...
- PoemBy Ada LimónI pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the...
- PoemBy Ada LimónIs it okay to begin with the obvious? I am full of stones— is it okay not to look out this window, but...
- ArticleBy Peter O’Leary
One of the most famous poems in English, one of the first encounters readers have with modern poetry—and may have even invented modern poetry.
- PoemBy R. L. SwihartThe young man says, “Alan can do anything he wants”“Not fly,” I sayThe young man returns a puzzled look...
- PoemBy Cornelius EadyI’m here to tell you an old story. ThisAppears to be my work. I live in the world,Walk the streets of...
- PoemBy Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,Some type of supernatural creature.My mother would tell...
- PoemBy Sri ChinmoyWithin, without the cosmos wide am I;In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.A birthless, deathless...
- PoemBy Stephen Ratcliffelight coming into fog against invisible top of ridge, blue jay on redwood fence in foreground, sound...
- ArticleBy Tyler MaloneFor a poem about the brevity of every state of being, the single octave perfectly enacts its themes through its form.
