English poetry has been in existence for at least 1,400 years. This tradition continues alive and well at The Society...

The Dream I dreamed a dream of two parades so different, yet the same, And I could not place the...

Feathers of Disenchantment Pastors preached of birds as models of love, so sweet, so proper. Then parbleu, we heard sad...

Review By Christopher Nield / Image by Liza Voronin/The Epoch Times The Riddles of Merlin As I was walking Alone...

In Praise of Formal Poetry Whether it’s ridiculous or sublime, we need the reassurance of meter, the familiar recurrence of...

The roses clamored wildly. I confessed it, smiled mildly. Profusely rambling everywhere, The crimson blooms were sweetness rare. Entwined with...

Bless with Children Sent, Amen! to fill the world with wonder they come in trust, brim-full of possibility, a soul...

To the Skeptic Who Denies God You want me to prove to you my God exists. “The burden of proof...

Featured Image: “Rest on the Flight into Egypt,” circa 1570, by Paolo Veronese, oil on canvas, bequest of John Ringling...

There is no battle like the break of light And yet the world still sleeps, still unaware, And day has...

Birth Yes, I recall that January night when, ushered from your room into the hall, and restless for the nurse’s...

Sunset Daylight shines with the glow of the first morn Glittering rays of laughter soft and warm There's no end...

Ars Poetica for Shaky Times       (Apologies to Auden and Horace) This little poem is in sonnet form; a...

Structured Verse Is structured verse so surely dead? Has it nothing left to say? Have the rhyme and rhythm petered...

Up in the inky, velvet sky on this cold winter night the sky is lit with diamond chips that glow...

Happy New Year! Thank you everyone for your submissions! We have received approximately 600 submissions to the First Annual Society...

. Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti        Morning and eveningMaids heard the goblins cry:'Come buy our orchard fruits,Come buy, come buy:Apples and...

The horrific elementary school shootings on Dec. 14 in Newtown, Conn. have set off a divisive debate about gun control...

This poem shows three Achaean perspectives on three characters from Homer's Iliad, each from an individual point of view.  That...

Burn the want out of every moment, Live the life of every chorus line, Run the race of countless ancient...

To the Caged Barn Owl, II I had thought you clean and blameless, Blindly cast you as the shameless Victim...

Oh Beautiful glorious day, Let your sunlight shine on me! Let your many clouds of gray Fade above the lovely...

  I This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven’s eternal King, Of wedded...

The seasons go a'marching by In all their different ways. I never do appreciate The way they change my days....

The plaintive wail of a child through the night Is a beastly howl, proclaiming its plight. The song of the...

Rituals of Shade Drowsy hang the blooms of light, descending slowly to a night That wanders in and out of...

This poem is meant to raise awareness about the atrocity of organ harvesting from Falun Gong practitioners in China today....

Current Events 2012   I.  The Dark Knight Rises in Colorado A silhouette is forming in the door. From reel...

NEW YORK—A planned monument to President Dwight Eisenhower in Washington, DC funded largely by taxpayer dollars has been put off...

To Be a Bird To foil the grab of gravity, To sail across the spaces Engendered by the cavity Between...

Adrift I spy your pain vast as the briny blue. I smell the creosote that seals your hold, but don’t...

My Grandfather-mining it made him blind and mystery of music almost gave him sight he would play by candle light...

Learning to Flourish for Dan DeNicola Are we humans half empty or half full? A race of oxymorons, we’re wise...

Imagine a childhood as tragic premiere. Unwashed, bruised, soiled clothing, still she’s a star. The cops and the guy passed...

American oil painter Susan Fox has traveled the world on wildlife expeditions, photographing and painting her way through the pristine...

The village school is cold and still. Its entrance gate is rusted shut, the playground overwhelmed by sounds of loaded...

The Painter Transfixed, I bow before art’s magic splendour, enraptured by the glory of such hues, enchanted, charmed beyond all...

There are so many different ways to behave And yet we often behave in just one. There are so many...

A Squinting gaze through the fog and the haze A glimpse at a shimmer while in a daze Brief yet...

Mycenae Passing through the lion-headed gate, years fall from her shoulders like heaps of old rags. Even in the innocent...