Unicorns on New Mown Lawns Quintessential qualities quite quickly quantified Each reason for the morning winds that oh so slowly...

People always offer opinions and advice, As to what you should or shouldn’t do, Though they can barely manage themselves,...

To the Society of Classical Poets, The website you have is great for starting poets. I don’t know what I...

In this new work by Li Jinyu, of New York City, an angel reads poetry by Li Bai of the...

Looking for Your Keys     While trapped between your life and soul. You look for keys to fit the hole, You...

‘On The Group Of The Three Angels Before The Tent Of Abraham, By Raphael, In The Vatican’ O, now I...

Zombie Dawning The zombies are coming; no one knows why – no time to ponder such things anyhow. Apocalypse gives...

The Society of Classical Poets is pleased to announce the publication of its First Annual Poetry Journal, available on Createspace...

Gustave Jean Jacquet (1846–1909), is known among scholars as one of William Bouguereau’s top students. Although Jacquet’s subject matter was...

Verse Forms as Evokers of Poetry I wish to dispute the notion that a “poem” arrives in the formal poet’s...

The simple fruit the body once begot To please the supplicating year’s poor sky, Who pleaded tearful, nor did have...

"Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—" —Emily Dickinson A sunlit chair by Michael John Hunt sits in light, inside a house...

The losses of this lifetime in retrospect I see Reflect a downward spiral of a flawed society: can we now...

"How the Chimney-sweeper’s cry/ Every blackning Church appalls…” —William Blake, London “The Beijing Cough may not be as bad as...

Elegy for a Blush No more does she show her flower; No more does the maiden cower. Snow-white cheek has...

History There’s a story in every piece of history. Each time I probe into a part of history, I see...

A line that travels down the middle of the scene divides the picture's plane in two: above, the vast and...

Dear Competition Participants, Thank you for your submissions! I am pleased to announce the winner and honorable mentions of the...

How that florid scent Wafts through your two vents Making all your senses yield To wilderness in a field. How...

Anand PKC’s “transcendental realism” is on view now through Feb. 27 at Walter Wickiser Gallery, Manhattan, NY.   Featured Image:...

To Plait Celestial Chains They also serve who only stand and wait. - John Milton, “On his Blindness” They also...

Armor Discard the anxious sheath which guards The balanced song inside Lest ballads deep in ebony Reverberate untied Forgo the...

By Lew Icarus Bede             It is difficult, if not impossible, to know the state of poetry in any language...

Mount Solitude Snow shelves sit like sentinels Waiting for a tuft-eared lynx Stacked like dishes jutting jewels Balance weights on...

Spring’s Rhyme Colour floods so slowly, Each petal takes its time-- It blossoms near to holy As it enacts Spring’s...

PHOENIX—What does a rock formation in New Mexico have to do with an old abbey in France? It’s not the...

My Love, Penelope My love, Penelope, I'm incomplete– You are not here, and I feel so alone; Love is a...

Death Be Not Proud Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not...

Instead of Sominex Write a sonnet tonight before you go to bed. Just fourteen lines before you fall asleep. Something...

Quids Pro Quo Does beauty matter?  You, of all, know why: it skirts the edge of my and your decay....

On Cancer, Guns, and Hit 'n Runs The chemo sessions wore him down, He so despised the sterile smells, The...

  "every where the trace of men"                         —William Cullen Bryant In Thomas Cole's The Catskills and Lake George, that...

Dogfight Sonnet Demon snarl curdles into a roar doubled with the counter-howl of defense. Darkened winter street was quiet before...

All Such Poets Emit Great Delight. All such poets emit great delight. In such darkness they radiate light. Though despite...

Alabaster (The Statue) I see the fineness And sense divineness From smoothest feet to marble brow A curve of lip...

A meeting round a social platter Seduced me in a human game. I sensed the moral tone go flatter But...

Apprenticeship The poem will prove a stern and daunting master to those who pussyfoot around the truth and, weaving daisy...

NEW YORK—Studio Incamminati, a school for contemporary realist painters, celebrated their 10th anniversary at The National Arts Club in Manhattan...

I hear you in the silence of the trees The Wilderness, they called it once, found in many places. Walking...

I. It's not an easy thing to die, it's not An easy thing to make believe I cling To hope...