Poetry Magazine
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Poetry Magazine
Entire months, blurred. Love
a time
a time
machine.
Entire months, blurred. Love
a time
a time
machine.
Poem
Letter to Us, YoungerBy Jesse Holth
Poem
WanderlustBy Miguel A. Vega
Poem
Elementary MagicBy Allison Swenson
The hoot of being alive. Name it
whatever you
whatever you
like.
The hoot of being alive. Name it
whatever you
whatever you
like.
Poem
GratitudeBy Patrick Dundon
Poem
Is This My Last Ferry Trip?By Martha Silano
Poem
If Upon Me in My GardenBy francine j. harris
When we go together, what is the simple form we
make?
When we go together, what is the simple form we
make?
Poem
I am asked a question.By Jane Hirshfield
Poem
LaughterBy Rüştü Onur
Translated By Ulaş Özgün & Hüseyin Alhas
Poem
BetweenBy Adam Wolfond
You make the tender parts of me
sing.
You make the tender parts of me
sing.
Poem
The SignalBy C. Dale Young
Poem
LacaoBy Rosabetty Muñoz
Translated By Claudia Nuñez de Ibieta
Poem
Immature AnimalsBy Alafia Nicole Sessions
Recent Features from Poetry
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By Elizabeth AcevedoI was bestowed a gift: I was invited to join a lineage of poets who advocate for poetry by and for young people.
Prose from Poetry Magazine
By Graham FoustIt may be that offishness is a feature of any great poem.
Prose from Poetry Magazine
By Carlie HoffmanOn a years-long endeavor to translate Ausländer’s poems for the first essential selection to be published in the United States.
From the Poetry Magazine Archive
- PoemBy Sherwin BitsuiOn limbs of slanted light
painted with my mind’s skin color,
I step upon black braids,
oil-drenched, worming
from last month’s orphaned mouth.
Winged with burning —
I ferry them
from my filmed eyes, wheezing.
Scalp blood in my footprints —
my buckskin pouch... - PoemBy Fatimah AsgharToday, I broke your solar system. Oops.
My bad. Your graph said I was supposed
to make a nice little loop around the sun.
Naw.
I chaos like a motherfucker. Ain’t no one can
chart me. All the other planets, they think
I’m annoying. They think... - PoemBy Kevin YoungOnce hunger
was my dance partner—
Now my diamond shoes
hurting my feet
& that my wallet won't
fit my 50s
are my chief complaints...
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