Penelope’s Postscript Uncounted days, wrung dry of tears— Lost wanderers do not return: So much for the departed years. Heap...

Tipton County, Tennessee, 1917 My great-grandfather cut down huge black oaks Whose stumps his two young sons helped him uproot,...

Ephemeral Constant With hued music, beautified page. His spheres were thinner than gossamer, Only to beauty, did Keats defer. Was...

By Joseph Charles MacKenzie James Sale, whom I happen to consider England’s best on the subject, states: “To write poetry...

  Sonnet IV. Edward the Confessor Edward, the Cross no more on England’s shores Thy people blesses. The light of...

Dying Muse Not everyone will survive The muse has sung her last song The end is about to arrive It...

Click here to read Part I. Montague (That afternoon, on the outskirts of Verona, at a Club, getting in an...

We are pleased to announce the release of a new publication from The Society of Classical Poets titled How to...

  Mine eyes beheld your beauty, My thoughts remember how, Your loveliness I cherish, Where ever you are now, And...

  “She vanished to the wood,” they said. “Forget her—that strange and sickly child.” A child? Your face was no...

If I had words grating and crude enough That really could describe this horrid hole Supporting the converging weight of...

  Justice,  Equity  and  Compassion  in  Human  Relations In realms of Humankind’s relations, Justice rules as queen & from her...

Two Mourning Doves Friendship on the promenade? I know to some it may sound odd but there above, two mourning...

We live in a post-modernist world and its values are everywhere around us; and everywhere these values are almost largely...

  There was a man who owned a yacht. His name was Dan when it was hot he brought his...

(The BBC story here for reference) If I were burdened with a lover who Looked crooked like this woman (woman?),...

Baby boomers are aging Sometimes, dementia takes hold It isn’t a pleasant thing But happens as folks get old Personalities...

  Could the dandelion be excused for not being a rose, If its effort to grow was much greater; If...

  Golden Opposite of Grave Beauty The Buddhist, Yuezun, saw light like gold Above the blistering sands.  The desert blight Of...

Degrees of Light She squinted, watching circling gulls Fly overhead; small rhythmic waves Slapped steadily upon ship hulls. Brown crabs...

ADULT AWARDS   1st Place – $500 Josh Lefkowitz, “A Poem of Fact” 2nd Place – $250 Kathleen Hellen, “Everyday...

  Heaven Smiles for Falun Gong O you who stand so strong through wind and rain, So like those statues...

  A Sonnet for the Sonnet-Maker You know the beats and rhythms, the iamb Which pulses like a crippled-legged walk;...

Jutting out of a mountain their stone faces peer out with their notice crucified in stone. Crafted to demand a...

By Evan Mantyk A veritable Renaissance woman, Sally Cook is both an accomplished poet who's regularly published in National Review and an...

  Rising unbidden, a fury unspent, I hear the high keening of tribal lament, Of ancient injustices never forgiven, Never...

  Steel Masks King Henri II of France was accidentally killed in 1559 during a festive tournament when he was...

In that part of the day that briefly follows night, before the turning finds the steady lying line from where...

  Humanity is a word to be earned─ I sing my song as a bitter wind blows, a chant from...

RULES: A reprieve from heavy subject matter, we ask poets to write a funny poem (2-14 lines) that includes food. You...

Monsoon Dance In Quintets Go back, O' spry peacock, go back into thy dense coppice! The sylvan clock did spell...

Written upon watching this video. Note that May Day is the international day honoring workers.     Mayday on May...

  A Villanelle My grandma smiled as I walked in the door pretending to overpower her pain because I came...

Yes, I admit I seldom write, Or even think of you, But not, as you suppose, Because there's someone new,...

Blessing in Disguise They catch each little misstep and with kindly, caring grace— they point out the right direction by...

For Our Children “The sum is greater than its parts,” or so the saying goes. And now the two of...

To a Red-Winged Black Bird on the Advent of Spring For some a robin heralds in the Spring. Others: a...

Compassion, with your sun that shines unseen, You lead the river of man’s thoughts to flow Where Saving Grace’s golden...

By Alex Phuong The night sky has served as the inspiration for many poets and writers, from Longfellow’s “The Light...

  Riddling Away What slips and squanders, and has no matter? Leaves one to ponder, and rarely flatters? Is never...