from Every Time I Ever Said I Want to Die Andrea Gibson [...] a difficult life is not less worth living than a gentle one. Joy is just easier to carry than sorrow, and you could lift a city from how.....

America Is Loving Me to Death Michael Kleber-Diggs acrostic golden shovel America is loving me to death, loving me to death slowly, and I Mainly try not to be disappeared here, knowing she won’t...

Resolution 2 Layli Long Soldier ---- (Today’s poem is shared as an image, and includes a transcription/description of the poem as alt text. If you’re unable to see it, you can also find it transcribed...

Peril Sonnet David Baker Where do you suppose                                        they’ve gone the bees now that you don’t see them                                        anymore...

Driving After Supper Marianne Boruch The old senselessness returns  when driving in June  the ribbon roads, low corn  on either side, then woods, then meadows  where sheep just stand there,  slowly...

A Strange Feeling Nâzim Hikmet “The plum trees are in bloom —the wild apricot flowers first, the plum last — My love, let’s sit face to face on the grass. The air is delicious and light —but not...

Afro Morgan Parker I’m hiding secrets & weapons in there: buttermilk pancake cardboard, boxes of purple juice, a magic word our Auntie Angela spoke into her fist & released into hot black evening like...

from The Palace Kaveh Akbar I have a kitchen device that lets me spin lettuce. There is no elegant way to say this—people               with living hearts               that could fit in my chest want...

Solitude Franny Choi I hope no one comes to my party, I said out loud, and meant it. In the email, I tried to sound too busy to care like, I'm having too much sex to waste time on proper...

Coconut Paul Hostovsky Bear with me I want to tell you something about happiness it's hard to get at but the thing is I wasn't looking I was looking somewhere else when my son found it in the fruit...

Give Me This Ada Limón I thought it was the neighbor’s cat back to clean the clock of the fledgling robins low in their nest stuck in the dense hedge by the house but what came was much stranger, a...

Riveted Robyn Sarah It is possible that things will not get better than they are now, or have been known to be. It is possible that we are past the middle now. It is possible that we have crossed the....

Still Life with Invisible Canoe Idra Novey Levinas asked if we have the right To be        the way I ask my sons If they’d like to be trees        The way the word tree Makes them a little...

"God-With-Us" Reginald Shepherd after Jean Valentine What will I call you when you are gone? How will I know your name? Little star, reflection on the Sea of Galilee, a lantern in the wood,...

Sonnet with a Different Letter at the End of Every Line George Starbuck for Helen Vendler O for a muse of fire, a sack of dough, Or both! O promissory notes of woe! One time in Santa Fe N.M. Ol’...

Tulips Kevin Young What the dead want— shelter—opposable thumbs—to quit being compared to taxes, as if they can be evaded. Each April sadly      sadly wiser, & alone they push up      like tulips from...

You Are Who I Love Aracelis Girmay You, selling roses out of a silver grocery cart You, in the park, feeding the pigeons You cheering for the bees You with cats in your voice in the morning, feeding.....

Muffin of Sunsets Elaine Equi The sky is melting. Me too. Who hasn’t seen it this way? Pink between the castlework of buildings. Pensive syrup drizzled over clouds. It is almost catastrophic how...

The Darker Sooner Catherine Wing Then came the darker sooner, came the later lower. We were no longer a sweeter-here happily-ever-after. We were after ever. We were farther and further. More was the...

The Archipelago of Kisses Jeffrey McDaniel for Sarah Koskoff and Todd Louiso We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don’t grow on trees, like in the old days. So where does one find love?...

Let Me Begin Again Major Jackson Let me begin again as a quiet thought in the shape of a shell slowly examined by a brown child on a beach at dawn straining to see their future. Let me begin this time...

Wedding Poem Ross Gay for Keith and Jen Friends I am here to modestly report seeing in an orchard in my town a goldfinch kissing a sunflower again and again dangling upside down by its tiny...

Poetry Diane Seuss There’s no sense in telling you my particular troubles. You have yours too. Is there value in comparing notes? Unlike Williams writing poems on prescription pads between patients, I...

Phase One Dilruba Ahmed For leaving the fridge open last night, I forgive you. For conjuring white curtains instead of living your life. For the seedlings that wilt, now, in tiny pots, I forgive...

💬 0  🔁 5  ❤️ 5 · April 1, 2026: I Kept Getting Books About Birds, Catherine Pierce · I Kept Getting Books About Birds Catherine Pierce as if recognizing the yellow-winged one  at the feeder, the s…

Dead Stars Ada Limón Out here, there’s a bowing even the trees are doing.                  Winter’s icy hand at the back of all of us. Black bark, slick yellow leaves, a kind of stillness that...

Connor Everywhere But Adam Falkner after Jericho Brown Connor on the four train, sports page rolled           into a drumstick.  Connor stretched out shirtless on the front lawn, a football propped  ...

De'an Heid E. Erdrich Dogs so long with us we forget that wolves allowed as how they might be tamed and sprang up all over the globe, with all humans, all at once, like a good idea. So we tamed our.....

Butter, Olive Oil, Flour Lucia Cherciu Even the grocery list is a love poem, a prayer— God, let me keep what I love. Peaches, cheap. Books, brilliant— mine so I can underline. How aromatic the...

Meanwhile the Watermelon Seed Idra Novey On Tuesday, new prisoners arrive. In late fall, when leaves clog the gutters and their last colors go out like stars, new prisoners arrive. As another plane...

An Improvement in Stairs Mairead Small Staid Through the oculus of the bus terminal at Boston’s South Station, light falls for a hundred feet. A shock, a god, a pillar of light, like that of the...

Poem in the Shape of the Poet Beating Henry Kissinger to Death with Their Bare Hands Felix Lecocq -- (Today's poem is shared as an image, and includes a transcription of the poem as alt text. If...

spring Safia Elhillo       After Louise Glück it’s late now, it’s early, no way to know which season it is of the total years of my life, weren’t we only just nineteen, tonya & i, wasn’t she only...

As a Human Being Jericho Brown There is the happiness you have And the happiness you deserve. They sit apart from one another The way you and your mother Sat on opposite ends of the sofa After an...

Tree Jane Hirshfield It is foolish to let a young redwood   grow next to a house. Even in this   one lifetime, you will have to choose. That great calm being, this clutter of soup pots and...

Sorrows Lucille Clifton who would believe them winged who would believe they could be beautiful         who would believe they could fall so in love with mortals that they would attach themselves as.....

Book of Zippers Luci Arbus-Scandiffio When I was a child I was always touching something the crease in the wall the crease in the man’s face a button to the umbrella which I broke by pressing thirty.....