This poet talks about what’s essential in life.
All in Poetry
A Penny For Your Thoughts
A penny for your thoughts. / The strings of my purse are frayed from twirling, / constant, / Twirling leaves take flight in late September.
Guest Writer Satu Ikäheimo: Absolute Mortality
i am punctured blood spilled / standing on the street corner / screaming until the police are called / i am put under arrest / for disturbance of the peace so / i cut my lungs out and / burn them as a symbolic gesture
How to Write Poetry During Coronavirus?
If you’re looking for ways to entertain yourself in the midst of this crisis, I here bring you a really creative one. It’s called a “found poem,” and I’ll give you the instruction on how to create your own next.
Thirst
Accept my humble offering
For this altar of time
I have a way to end your suffering
And it won't cost a dime