Welcome to the poetry classroom. Today we’re discussing Anniversary Coffee. Is it a good cup? Let’s drink up and see.
Welcome to our Poetry Classroom. This week we’re discussing luxurious towels. Or are we?
Want a great poetry discussion? Start with simple breathing.
One expert says haiku is “not fun.” He’s never been to Tweetspeak. We have a fun new infographic to help you Boost Your Haiku High-Q.
This is not the poetry of Mideast politics but the poetry of people – peoples – caught up in Mideast politics, whether the scene is set in the Auschwitz death camp or the Aida refugee camp.
Where do poems hide? Dogwood sweet, shaded near my feet, reaching dark-limbed to serve up day. They also hide until people die, kicking at the dirt.
Dream and love poems, from the pollen of a sunflower to blue sky and a curry leaf. Plus, a poem on the pain of senility.
Hippos, camels, dragon flies, cake? It must be an animal poems party.
Louise Gluck’s poetry tells simple stories about farm workers, shop owners, the elderly, cats let out at night, teenagers falling in love and more.
Jack Gilbert’s poems are lyrical and clean, like clear ice.
Surreal poems on work, love, and the ruby moon.
Surreal poems with plum sheets, blue pearls, and skirts burning jasmine.
An epic set of Twitter poems that treads the ground of aliens, vampires, and angels.
Laughing flames, a tipped candle, chattering gold. Each tweet a poem in itself.