By Anthony Joseph
For Kamau,
for the furtive sound
of his phonaesthetic exegesis,
for his secret technology
of liquid …
for the furtive sound
of his phonaesthetic exegesis,
for his secret technology
of liquid …
Explore Poems: Passion
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- By Patrick RosalHere, my one raucous prayer
coaxed from this poor drum,
my double heart, under a beat-up slat
of divine… - By Jacques J. RancourtI dressed as a stag: headpiece
of antlers, fabric flowers
hot-glued to a harness, my ass
hanging out of… - By Jane ZwartWhen death comes, final and novel—
the trick cul-de-sac or burst dam, a door
that opening erases or shutting… - By Sri ChinmoyThere was a time when I loved
The fantastic fabrics of the mind.
There was a time
When I lived my life
Based… - By Major JacksonThe screen's fabrications remain. A film
shot never fails, sailing through the century
like a black V … - By Li-Young LeeAnd when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
and I mount the… - By Jake SkeetsClouds in his throat,
six months' worth.
He bodies into me
half cosmos, half coyote.
We become night
on Bread… - By Patricia Smith1. You crush me with your damning glimpses, Anna. You,so rancorous, so wounding, and so cruelly bred…
- By Tilsa OttaTo voice something that doesn’t end in a smile is odd. The spirit circles the body, doctors can’t see…
- By Sri ChinmoyWithin, without the cosmos wide am I;
In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.
A birthless, deathless… - By Cheryl Boyce-TaylorNotice my mother
look at her fly coat—look at her
maple leaves turn magenta when she walks by
there’… - By Staceyann Chinsends notes
out on the water
small droplets of sorrow
from time to time/she embeds
a smile
but mostly… - By Richie HofmannMy sweat soaked the sheets.
You used to be like everyone else
but then
the way you hurt me (fingers… - By Joyce MansourI want to sleep with you elbow to elbow
Hair entwined
Genitals enlaced
With your mouth as a pillow.
… - By Assotto Saintwhere
do you find
strength
to climb
down the hill
to your lover’s
grave
what
do you bring
but thirteen… - By Patti SmithI feel like
I feel like shit
I need a
I need a drink
and not vinegar neither
I don’t want to die
I feel… - By Haki R. MadhubutiFrequently during my mornings of pain & reflection
when I can’t write
or articulate my thoughts
or locate… - By Sharon OldsI love the conversations we have
after making love—of course it’s just me, making
love to myself, talking…