Explore Poems: Occasions
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- By Alexis De VeauxI pray for us
as evening glides over
implore the gods
pray for us pray
for this breathing
planet the… - By Elane KimIt’s New Year’s.
It’s New Year’s & the stars are white-hot & all your favorite dishes
are flushed warm… - By Patricia SmithDear ferocious dreamer. Dear maven of song and surveyor of every flung star. Dear meandering romantic…
- By J. V. CunninghamThere is no stillness in this wood.
The quiet of this clearing
Is the denial of my hearing
The sounds… - By J. V. CunninghamYou are the problem I propose,
My dear, the text my musings glose:
I call you for convenience love.
… - By Victoria ChangJan.4.2022
A call is just a call. I pick it up.
Jan.6.2022
I lift blankets looking for my father.
… - By Ben PurkertA week apart, our birthdays
formed a bridge. They always fell
at the best time: snow over flowers
like… - By Dylan ThomasDo not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against… - By Lucille Cliftonwon't you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylonbabylon… - By Hart CraneI
Above the fresh ruffles of the surf
Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand.
They have … - By Countee CullenSome are teethed on a silver spoon,
With the stars strung for a rattle;
I cut my teeth as the black … - By Countee CullenWith two white roses on her breasts,
White candles at head and feet,
Dark Madonna of the grave she … - By Anne SextonEveryone in me is a bird.
I am beating all my wings.
They wanted to cut you out
but they will not.… - By Phillip B. WilliamsA kiss. Train ride home from a late dinner,
City Hall and document signing. Wasn't cold
but we cuddled… - By Alyse KnorrBetween us bobs the baby, solemn in her infant wet suit.
The pool is the only place where
screaming … - By Ching-In ChenBecause today our hands unravel a perfect orange
we each left our homes
drank ripening light before … - By Anne SextonGone, I say and walk from church,
refusing the stiff procession to the grave,
letting the dead ride… - By Bill ZavatskyThat's what the first line says
of the song I've been playing all summer
at the keyboard—trying to get… - By Luci TapahonsoThis morning we gather in gratitude for all aspects of sacredness:
the air, the warmth of fire, bodies…