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
The Heart That Pines
do you know what it feels like / to dream with such devotion / that it aches? / like a dull pang / paced by the clank / of your hope-clustered heart
This Is My Letter To The World
You may judge tender of me. / Although if to consider the soil, in its bereft state - and poverty - / I could likely see / the judgement you are to make of me.
A Cure For Improvement
there are certain stones / that bleed. / no matter how solid, / with enough pressure / they seep their weakness; /because there is a violence / to the harsh winds of curiosity / that refuses derailment, / that latches without touch, / that slices without sight.
My Static Self by One of Earth’s Ends
Upon that mass that many took to further lands, / Carpe diem! Dawn at the estuary to feel the day rising: / My feet in tempered, soggy, slightly sinking sand left so by / Her big swallows lugging her lips close to her chest.