book reviews
Reviews of the best poetry books, collections and anthologies; discover poems and up-and-coming poets across all cultures, genres and themes.
Tears We Cannot Stop
Michael, Beloved of God, the politics of rage--brilliant though you are, oh yes!-- is just a good beginning for all good change,
Martha AgnesPublished 26 days ago in PoetsInspiring creators (Instagram edition)
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The Gentle Beast
From the east he roams Having never found a home of his own Always dragging his stone with him Wherever he goes it goes
Atomic HistorianPublished 28 days ago in Poetsabsolutely positive.
people struggle to find themselves to find who they are, what they want to do, how they want to be, so on, so forth. from the moment of birth
Echoes of the Metropolis
In the city's heart, where buildings rise, And neon lights paint the urban skies. Amidst the hustle, the frantic pace, A quiet corner, a hidden space.
Mohameen MoshoodPublished 29 days ago in PoetsBitter Greens
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
Atomic HistorianPublished 29 days ago in PoetsLove Language
Listening to slow jams in other languages I donāt speak their language But they hear all that languishes in my heart They cut through the pain
Atomic HistorianPublished 29 days ago in PoetsThe atrocious contradiction of existence
The atrocious contradiction of existence How ironically does existence glare at our agony Drawing its muse in the hours of our ecstasy
Hridya SharmaPublished 29 days ago in PoetsEchoes of Eternity
In the stillness of night's embrace, Where shadows dance with whispered grace, A symphony of stars ignite, Painting dreams in darkest plight.
Mohameen MoshoodPublished 30 days ago in PoetsOops side down
I donāt know what this is about It is the worst poem Without a doubt In my mind To be alone can be sublime But to feel alone
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsA Scar on My Hearts Ears
There is a scar on my heartās ears Itās from all the years of abuse I got used to It makes it hard to hear when someone says
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsSymphony of the Earth
In forests deep where sunlight plays, Nature orchestrates its grand ballet. The rustle of leaves, a gentle sway, A timeless dance, night to day.