When you begin a poem, do you ever feel like a particular form is calling? Isaac Willis shares why he chose the sonnet for this architect love poem…
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What if you want to match a physical sensation to a poetic form? Maureen E. Doallas shows you how, in this pantoum from ‘How to Write a Form Poem.’
How can you discover your poetic habits and create new ones that change your poetic music? Poet David Wright’s cello-based sonnet shows the way.
What happens when you begin to erase parts of a text? Can poetry rise to the surface? Katie Manning made it so, with the book of Ecclesiastes.
What is your region inspiring you to write? For poet Chip Livingston, the shores of Uruguay simply begged to speak through a pantoum.
What if you have no words for a layered, mysterious experience? The ghazal might be just your form. It was for Dheepa Maturi, who speaks through dance.
What can the villanelle offer a poet? Ashley M. Jones has a suggestion—and a container for obsession or sorrow.
Why write a pantoum? Poet Marjorie Maddox shares her reasons, on the wings of poetry and song.
Why write a sestina? Direct from Florida, poet Celia Lisset Alvarez gives you a few fabulous reasons.
How best to write tragedy? Poet David K. Wheeler suggests the soft sorrow of the pantoum.
What you do for poetry and literacy—and what poetry and literacy do for you. It’s a partnership at Tweetspeak. And it means more kindness, generosity, and beautiful living.
In a new four-part series, Charity Singleton Craig envisions a possible progression of the writing life through the lens of a snowboarder, beginning with the role of play.
If you’re looking for a place to network, the Iowa Summer Writing Festival may not be the best for you. You’re there to write.
“Gifts Without Wrapping,” a chapbook of poems by Michał Choiński, describes love and desire in the 21st century.
Poet Ada Limón has been named the 24th Poet Laureate of the United States by Librarian of Congress Carla Hayden.
“The Coming-Down Time” by poet Robert Selby tells stories in danger of being forgotten, stories of family, friends, and the past.
< Return to Kahlil Gibran Poems The Perfect World God of lost souls, thou who are lost amongst the gods, hear me: Gentle Destiny that watchest over us, mad, wandering spirits, hear me: I dwell in the midst of a perfect race, I the most imperfect. I, a human chaos, a nebula of confused elements, […]
< Return to Kahlil Gibran Poems And When My Joy Was Born And when my Joy was born, I held it in my arms and stood on the house-top shouting, “Come ye, my neighbours, come and see, for Joy this day is born unto me. Come and behold this gladsome thing that laugheth in the […]
< Return to Kahlil Gibran Poems When My Sorrow Was Born When my Sorrow was born I nursed it with care, and watched over it with loving tenderness. And my Sorrow grew like all living things, strong and beautiful and full of wondrous delights. And we loved one another, my Sorrow and I, and we […]
< Return to Kahlil Gibran Poems The Two Learned Men Once there lived in the ancient city of Afkar two learned men who hated and belittled each other’s learning. For one of them denied the existence of the gods and the other was a believer. One day the two met in the marketplace, and amidst […]