Category Archives: Poetry
Zombie Fan Fiction
From the blog Reyna Writes Things: The poor cried, “We are starving. There is no more bread, and we have nothing to eat.” The rich man said, “Not my problem you don’t work for your bread,” as if he did not snatch away the grain by his own greedy hands and create filling bread for …
Laugh, And / Weep, And
I was familiar with the first two lines, but didn’t know that it came from a longer poem: Solitude By Ella Wheeler Wilcox Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills …
Nothing Else in the Universe
Your Heart So Full Of Light It’ll Feel Like Paradise by Brennan Sprague Tonight I killed a moth with my hardcover copy of the Bhagavad Gita Wracked with guilt then you must move on / You fluttered panicked against the curtains / I was panicked too You rushed towards me so quick I feel awful …
Not Feeding It
Chicago Poem By Lew Welch I lived here nearly 5 years before I could meet the middle western day with anything approaching Dignity. It’s a place that lets you understand why the Bible is the way it is: Proud people cannot live here. The land’s too flat. Ugly sullen and big it pounds men down …
First Lines
The poem below, by Jessica Salfia, is titled First Lines of Emails I’ve Received While Quarantining: You can visit her on her Twitter page, HERE.
Say “Bless You”
Yoko Ono’s Cleaning Pieces CLEANING PIECE I Write down a sad memory. Put it in a box. Burn the box and sprinkle the ashes in the field. You may give some ashes to a friend who shared the sadness. CLEANING PIECE II Make a numbered list of sadness in your life. Pile up stones corresponding …
Mercy
She Asked Me to Kill the Spider by Rudy Francisco She asked me to kill the spider. Instead, I get the most peaceful weapons I can find. I take a cup & a napkin, I catch the spider, put it outside and allow it to walk away. If I am ever caught in the wrong …
Welcome
It occurred to me how similar in tone Robert Frost’s poem The Pasture is to John Prine’s song Summer’s End: The Pasture By Robert Frost I’m going out to clean the pasture spring; I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha’n’t be gone long– …
And The Smell Of
I am pieces of all the places I have been, and the people I have loved. I’ve been stitched together by song lyrics, book quotes, adventure, late night conversations, moonlight, and the smell of coffee. ~Brooke Hampton
Dash
I heard a Fly buzz – when I died By Emily Dickinson I heard a Fly buzz – when I died – The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air – Between the Heaves of Storm – The Eyes around – had wrung them dry – And Breaths were gathering firm …
Points the Way
The man pulling radishes points the way with a radish ~Kobayashi issa (via Draw & Wings)
Keeping The Issues Alive
We were so many, We were working as one, We were miles of moiling wheat In a sizzling summer’s heat. But now we are scattered and flung far apart, But you and I still live as one Through coals in the heart. And if anything is left of the coal in the soul, Oh, flash …
