‘Heritage as Hope’ and Other Poetry by Phillip Whidden
Heritage as Hope I saw the cricket scene in evening light, In Windsor light with calm men moving through The...
Read moreDetailsHeritage as Hope I saw the cricket scene in evening light, In Windsor light with calm men moving through The...
Read moreDetailsAll poems translated from Russian. The Rock A gold cloud rested the whole night Upon the breast of a huge...
Read moreDetailsJoy Comes Softly silent; kindly kept, ___the haunted hours crept. Moonlit minutes—marked and mute, ___the lonely doubt takes root. The...
Read moreDetailsBridge of Memories a symmetrelle in mixed syllabic meter A bridge built of memories spans the gap between future and...
Read moreDetailsI remember our marriage the horses, the carriage the millions we spent on your gown we threw out the book...
Read moreDetailsThe Archaeological Gardens at Giardini-Naxos 7 March 2018 The stones are overgrown with clover now, Drowned by daisies, fresh cape...
Read moreDetailsIn an old timber town lived a man of renown; With a chainsaw he couldn’t be beat, And as...
Read moreDetailsThe pika climbs the snowless slopes in hope of finding cooler climes. A tailless kin to hares, he shelters under...
Read moreDetailsTulip Tree in Bloom, January Every working day I pass a tulip tree on yellow grass and strain to...
Read moreDetailsThe Fairies Danced The fairies danced and shone like diamonds on __The lake below. My pole across my knees;...
Read moreDetailsThe Devil’s Details There’s a devil in the details, Those traits we like to sort; There’s a devil in the...
Read moreDetailsLullaby When you sang to your baby boy did other hearts not fill with joy those few who just happened...
Read moreDetailsThe painful birth of motherhood So few have really understood Is but a shadow that foretells The pain our...
Read moreDetails''A good poem helps to change the shape and significance of the universe, helps to extend everyone’s knowledge of himself...
Read moreDetailsI used to be politer, but more boring, my friends say. They could take me anywhere. My conversation wasn’t overbearing....
Read moreDetailsUpdate: Winners announced: https://staging.classicalpoets.org/shortest-poem-contest-winners-announced/\ Scroll down and read the comments section to enjoy all of the submissions. Write the shortest possible...
Read moreDetails(All poetry by Bruce Dale Wise) Am-air-ica by Eber L. Aucsidew Die Welt proclaimed the biggest drop in CO2 was...
Read moreDetailsAt last, some time to catch my breath – a rest, a respite in the fight – How many...
Read moreDetailsFrom the White Cloud Poetry Society. Translation by Jennifer Zeng, rendition in formal verse by Damian Robin With all...
Read moreDetailsWhen naming things, you have to use a noun; A verb shows action or a state of being. An...
Read moreDetailsSing me a sonnet of spring's first sweet kiss. Let me gaze at splendid colors around. warm sun touching my...
Read moreDetailsWhen spring arrives, the wildflow’rs start to grow In woods and fields, and by the country lanes. In reds and...
Read moreDetailsI am the shining star above-- The perfect ray of light. I am the wisest thought conceived, I am the...
Read moreDetailsOn looking into the mirror one afternoon An old buzzard once came and he knocked on my heart, And politely...
Read moreDetailsWhen cathedral bells toll through the morning and sunlight touches steeples with its glare, and arrows on the town...
Read moreDetailsCharles the Bold was the last independent Duke of Burgundy. Killed at the Battle of Nancy by the Swiss, his...
Read moreDetailsby James Green “Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That...
Read moreDetailsIn the painting, she has turned to look back At where her lover’s corpse lies in the ground. Her face...
Read moreDetailsGoose Sense A burden and a bore I must have been; As handy as another leg, I'd slouch The...
Read moreDetailsIn dactylic hexameter Turgid the sea as it billows and foams in the face of the tempest. Wind-lifted wave-crests explode...
Read moreDetailsMs. Wang Lixuan and her son, Meng Hao, were detained on Oct. 22, 2000. Mother and baby both died at...
Read moreDetailsIn my dreams, I always see you smiling, Your bright eyes twinkling like a million stars. In my dreams, there...
Read moreDetailsA Cello Knows Amidst the smoke and light and laughter Along the smiles and cheers thereafter A sound is bled,...
Read moreDetailsApril 26 is Poem in Your Pocket Day, part of National Poetry Month. On this day, people are encouraged to...
Read moreDetailsThe lamp holds sway along the shadowed streets A penumbra encircles its sweet shine As night rests softly like a...
Read moreDetailsFear A ballad I said to Fear, “Away from here!” And, softly, he withdrew. But, lost in thought, I plain...
Read moreDetailsFrom Lost Love & Other Lyrics A casida Sleep, the enemy of inspiration, An unlikely ally that hangs around, With...
Read moreDetailsWee hours, when crickets tune their eerie cords and hoot the yawning owls at twinkling stars; the night-maid roves...
Read moreDetailsHow Can We Know? A villanelle How can we know where we go when we die; Pondering signs, looking up...
Read moreDetailsPart 1 Between a teardrop and the heart, We sense our feelings weakened, mourn, For sadness as the tones impart...
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