Down by the River
She bloomed when she rose awake to loving love. The men do not come to be awake. They come to drowse …
She bloomed when she rose awake to loving love. The men do not come to be awake. They come to drowse …
Paradise Paradise Paradise Paradise Paradise Paradise Paradise Paradise Adam …
Easy to understand Hating it here. Those freakish winds Bringing a bright Crowded with leaves Filling it with Drive us …
Here’s an example of a “poem” in concrete style What do you think? Poetry, visual art or simply nonsense? …
We grow smaller as the moon falls closer. My old Aunt Vicki is afraid to go out in the night. …
I trembled along the muddy river’s edge not for fear of drowning but for coming up a fourth time to …
Strange This hatred of factories. I have never been in one. Fifty years my father labored in a factory making …
The Colonel by Carolyn Forché : The Poetry Foundation. WHAT YOU HAVE HEARD is true. I was in his house. …
What words will you sing when you die? What song will chant you into the next world? The old drunk …
The work and man speak for themselves… We Never Know by Yusef Komunyakaa : The Poetry Foundation.