Jessenia Amaro
cloudy picnic
I ran on the grass, I saw the sky, it was stormy, I shouted mom its getting cloudy, we ran to the car got inside,what a cloudy picnic

Stringbean small was tall and trim,
Basketball seemed meant for him,
At eight foot four,a coach's dream ,
And yet he failed to make the team.

It seems at practice ,string bean  small
Began to chew the basketball,
The coach screamed,"Stop! Don't nibble it!
I want you to dribble it!"

When the summer sun is blazing,
I pick daisy after daisy,
I toss them to my elephant
It makes him slightly crazy.

I gather chrysanthemums
When fall is in the air,
I toss them to my elephant
It makes him stand and stare.

I harvest bright poinsettias
In winter ,when it's chilly,
I toss them to the elephant
It makes him sort of silly.

I pluck bouquets of tulips
When they blossom in the spring,
I toss them to my elephant ...
It always makes him sing

You need to have an iron rear
To sit upon a cactus,
Or otherwise,at least a year
A very painful practice

The poorest juggler ever seen
Was clumsy Clara cleech,
Who juggled a bean, a nectarine,
A pumpkin, and a peach.

She juggled a stone , a slide trombone,
A celery stalk, a stick,
A seeded roll, a salad bowl,
A bagel, a boot, a brick.

With relative ease she juggled a cheese ,
She juggled a lock,  lime,
Yes, clara juggled all of these
. . . But just one at a time

There's no one mean as mean Maxine,
She smells like old cigars,
her brain is smaller than a bean,
I wish she'd move to mars.

Some day I'll list the things I hate,
And that is where I'll list her,
I'd like pack her in a crate
Too bad Maxine's my sister.

Notes for the Cactus Poem
The teddy bear cholla and the fat fat

. . .

Notes for the Cactus Poem

The teddy bear cholla and the fat fat

. . .

If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea
I'll sail the world to find you
If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see
I'll be the light to guide you
Find out what we're made of
When we are called to help out friends in need
You can count on me like one, two, three
I'll be there
And I know when I need it
I can count on you like four, three, two
You'll be there
Cause that's what friends are supposed to do
Oh yeah
Ooohhhh Ooohhhh
Ooh yeah yeah
If you're tossin' and you're turnin' and you just can't fall asleep
I'll sing a song beside you
And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me
Everyday I will remind you
Ohh
Find out what we're made of
When we are called to help our friends in need
You can count on me like one, two, three
I'll be there
And I know when I need it
I can count on you like four, three, two
You'll be there
Cause that's what friends are supposed to do
Oh yeah
Ooohhhh Ooohhhh
Ooh yeah yeah
You'll always have my shoulder when you cry
I'll never let go, never say goodbye
You know you can count on me like one, two, three
I'll be there
And I know when I need it
I can count on you like four, three, two
And you'll be there
Cause that's what friends are supposed to do
Oh yeah
Ooohhhh Ooohhhh
Ooh
You can count on me cause I can count on you (:

Unused Baby
Unused baby blood and this is
how you motion with hands
clotty leaving . . .

I'd never dine on dinosaurs,
They can't be good to eat,
For all they got are lots of bones,
And not a bit of meat.

The mole is blind, and under ground,
Snug as a nest her home is found;
She dwells secure,nor dreams of sight
What need of eyes where all is night!

The eagle proudly soars on high,
Bright as the sunbeams is his eye
To lofty rocks he wings his way,
And sits amid the blaze of day.

The mole needs not the eagles eye,
Unless she had his wings to fly
The light of the day no joy would give,
If under ground she still must live.

And sad 't would for the eagle be,
If like the mole,he could not see,
Unless you took his wings away,
And shut him from the hope of day

But both live happy in their way
One loves the night and one the day
And god formed each,and formed their sphere,
A d thus his goodness doth appear

Wasps' Nest
It was the fruit I wanted, not the nest.
The nest was hanging like the richest fruit
against the sun. I took the nest . . .

The cuckoo in our clock
Was wedded to an octopus,
She laid a single wooden egg,
And hatched a cuckoocloctopus.

Never saw a purple cow,
I never hope to see one,
But I can tell you anyhow,
I'd rather see that be one!

Envoy to Palestine
BY YUSEF KOMUNYAKAA
I’ve come to this one grassy hill
in Ramallah, off Tokyo Street,
to place a few red anemones . . .

Griselda gratz kept sixty cats,
She fed them very well
On angel cakes and raisin flakes and acorns in a shell.

Her furry crowd patrolled,meowed
About her tiny house,
Griselda gratz kept sixty cats,
To catch a single mouse.

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Faith
BY MICHAEL *******br>When I cannot believe,
The brown herds still move across green fields
Into the tufty hills, and I was born . . .
Teusaquillo, 1989
BY MAURICE KILWEIN GUEVARA
Flowering sietecueros trees:
How easily we married ourselves
to the idea of that bruised light . . .
Bright Pittsburgh Morning
BY MAURICE KILWEIN GUEVARA
This must happen just after I die: At sunrise
I bend over my grandparents' empty house in Hazelwood
and pull it out of the soft cindered earth by the Mon River. . . .
Hanukkah
BY HILDA MORLEY
This season for us, the Jews—
a season of candles,
                                      one more . . .
Winter Solstice
BY HILDA MORLEY
A cold night crosses
our path
                  The world appears . . .
And I in My Bed Again
BY HILDA MORLEY
Last night
                     tossed in
my bed . . .
alternate names for black boys
BY DANEZ SMITH
1.   smoke above the burning bush
2.   archnemesis of summer night
3.   first son of soil . . .
Listen
Attenuate the Loss and Find
BY ANNE WALDMAN
name appears
everywhere and in dream
body armor removed . . .
From “Citizen”
BY CLAUDIA RANKINE
/ 

You are in the dark, in the car, watching the black-tarred street being swallowed by speed; he tells you his dean is making him hire a person of color when there are so many great writers out there. . . .
Listen
History Will Decide
BY ANNE WALDMAN
All writing around the sides the persons a galaxy all writing resounds a hot history. All writing is in fact cut-ups history will decide games heated and heated economic behavior. To rise up scene all sounds of Tahrir and inside supply side threatened. A long delineation. Longer than I would . . .
ICC Kenya Trials: Witness
BY SHAILJA PATEL
was it so I could
never say
across a courtroom . . .
Mosaic
BY TIM SEIBLES
A carpet of light, the
ocean alive < half a moon
muting the stars. . . .
sideshow
BY DANEZ SMITH
Have I spent too much time worrying about the boys
killing each other to pray for the ones who do it
with their own hands? . . .
The Last Son of China
BY **** PING
.......................    hello hello hello    ...    Weiwei    ...    where have you been?    ...    I see you in dreams    ...    bleeding    ...    in the darkness of the . . .
The Skin of Sleep
BY MYRA SKLAREW
The skin of sleep
is thin. It will not hold.
Its contents stumble out. . . .
What Could Have Happened
BY SHAILJA PATEL
Wa
gal
la . . .
Everybody Has a Heartache: A Blues
BY JOY HARJO
In the United terminal in Chicago at five on a Friday afternoon
The sky is breaking with rain and wind and all the flights
Are delayed forever. We will never get to where we are going . . .
Good Friday
BY MARIA MELENDEZ KELSON
Jesus, I want my sins back.
My prattle, pride, and private prices — 
climbing, clinching, clocking —  . . .
ICE Agents Storm My Porch
BY MARIA MELENDEZ KELSON
The Indiscriminate Citizenry of Earth
are out to arrest my sense of being a misfit.
“Open up!” they bellow,
hands quiet before my door
that’s only wind and juniper needles, anyway.

You can’t do it, I squeak from inside.
You can’t make me feel at home here
in this time of siege for me . . .
Tablets
BY DUNYA MIKHAIL
1


She pressed her ear against the shell: . . .
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Oh, what a sweet child I'd Hannah Hyde ,
Oh, how thoughtful,oh, how nice,
To buy a hat with brim so wide,
It gives shade to the frogs
And the worms and the mice.

The neighbors are not fond of me,
I've little doubt of that,
For when I near their door,I see
They hide the WELCOME mat.

She's my best friend forever I had in my life
She is like my sister I love her with all my heart J.A

The Talk
BY GAYLE DANLEY
Pretty soon we’ll have the talk.
She’ll ask me where babies come from
And I will lie to her: . . .

To the Man Who Shouted “I Like Pork Fried Rice” at Me on the Street
BY FRANNY CHOI
you want to eat me
out. right. what does it taste like
you want to eat me right out . . .

13.Travel Haiku - Harbour Island (Eleuthera, Caribbean)
Pink Sand Beach yoga
on and on I chant with the sea
seeking nirvana read more »

john tiong chunghoo
14.I Am The Beach...
As we walked along the beach, crashing waves
thundered in our ears and a light, salted mist,
dampened our lips. read more »

(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
15.The Power Of The Beach
As we walked along the beach, crashing waves
thundered in our ears and a light, salted mist,
dampened our lips. read more »

(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
16.Under A Blanket Of Stars
As we walked along the beach, crashing waves
thundered in our ears and a light, salted mist,
dampened our lips. read more »

(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
17.Under A Blanket Of Stars...
As we walked along the beach, crashing waves
thundered in our ears and a light, salted mist,
dampened our lips. read more »

(brief renderings) Joe Fazio
18.ON A ROCKY BEACH
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Aldo Kraas
19.Travel Indonesia Haiku - Batam Beach View Resort
Batam Beach View Resort
holding up the sky
the bull horn chalets read more »

john tiong chunghoo
20.On This Beach...
Life is a beach.
There are jellyfish. And sea urchins…the painful bumps along the road that we all encounter in life. On this beach.
In life..and on a beach there is warm water-like times, when we are happy, and have good times and enjoy living. On this beach.
We also have times, like a beach, when we have cold water times; when we are sad, or upset about losing someone or something. On this beach. read more »

Dark Fallout
21.Somewhere
Oh, to be lying,
On a beach,
Somewhere,
With sand in my toes, read more »

Linda Harnett
22.beach
BEACH

On the beach, egrets sleep, peacefully curled together.
Waves roaring and waves wildness wipe on the beach. read more »

Darryl K. Porter
23.HERE
I am here,
Sitting on the beach
Viewing the wave
Rolling up your name read more »

nice pinky
24.Shell in the Beach
a mother tells a story to her son
'there are three men
one of them went to the beach
and found a beautiful shell in the beach read more »

Poem About Friends For Life
By Angelica N. Brissett
We are Friends
I got your back
You got mine,
I'll help you out
Anytime!
To see you hurt
To see you cry
Makes me weep
And wanna die
And if you agree
To never fight

1.The Greatest Artist
God is the greatest artist
To whom no one can compare,
Streaking sunsets very beautiful,
Painting rainbows in the air. read more »

Udiah (witness to Yah)

7.Beach Chairs
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the setting sun
holding hands and reminiscing
how it all begun read more »

joyce ebrecht
8.SO CLOSE
We are so close to the beach
And because we live so close
To the beach
It take us only ten minutes to read more »

Aldo Kraas

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Margaret Kaufman

Photo, Brownie Troop, St. Louis, 1949
Deborah Warren

Marginalia
Regan Huff

Occurrence on Washburn Avenue
Anne Marie Macari

From the Plane
Gerald Fleming

There are no poems by this poet on our website.
Sebastian Matthews

Barbershop Quartet, East Village Grille
Charles Harper Webb

The Animals are Leaving
Zozan Hawez

Self-Portrait
Jose Angel Araguz

Gloves
Russell Libby (1956–2012)

Applied Geometry
Robert Haight

How Is It That the Snow
Early October Snow
Dan Lechay

Ghost Villanelle
James P. Lenfestey

Daughter
Robert Hedin (b. 1949)

The Old Liberators
My Mother's Hats
John Maloney

After Work
Kaelum Poulson

The Crow
Stuart Kestenbaum

Prayer for the Dead
Emmett Tenorio Melendez

My name came from . . .
Gary Dop

Father, Child, Water
On Swearing
Berwyn Moore

Driving to Camp Lend-A-Hand
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My Brother My Wound
BY NATALIE DIAZ
He was calling in the bulls from the street.
They came like a dark river — 
a blur of chest and hoof —  . . .

1.Girl
Baby Girl, Glamour Girl, Strawberry Girl struts
Candy Girl, **** Girl, Bossy Girl fuss
Gansta Girl, Dream Girl, Independent Girl shops
Virtuous Girl, Glitter Girl, Hot Girl pops read more »

Brie Carter
2.Girlzilla
Baby Girl, Glamour Girl, Strawberry Girl struts
Candy Girl, **** Girl, Bossy Girl fuss
Gansta Girl, Dream Girl, Independent Girl shops
Virtuous Girl, Glitter Girl, Hot Girl pops read more »

Top Notch Glamorous Thick Chick

How to be frugal
Frugal
Frugal
If you are frugal is cause you save a lot of things
Frugal every people is frugal with their stuffs they love
Their stuffs
Frugal
Fruga

My dad is the best
He is the best in the world
I love him a lot
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My dad is the best
He is the best in the world
I miss him a lot
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My mom and daddy
Are the best in the whole world
They are the bestest
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Best Friends Forever
By Iraira cedillo
Best Friends
The title we chose
But what does it mean to be “best friends”?
You should see each other every day?
Well that’s not true for you and me
Should silly little fights get in ..........
Votes: 836,  Rating: 4.21 , 12 Stories
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Joelle Biele

To Katharine: At Fourteen Months
Veronica Patterson

Marry Me
Rick Campbell

Heart
Mary-Sherman Willis

The Laughter of Women
Sharmila Voorakkara

For the Tattooed Man
Max Mendelsohn

Ode to Marbles
Jonathan Holden

Car Showroom
David Tucker

The Dancer
Today’s News
Marianne Boruch (b. 1950)

It includes the butterfly and the rat, the ****
Some dreamily smoke cigarettes, some track
Trish Dugger

Spare Parts
Carrie Shipers

Medical History
Love Poem for Ted Neeley In Jesus Christ Superstar
Steven Huff

Safe
Lee McCarthy

Santa Paula
William Kloefkorn

"I stand alone at the foot "
Jackson Wheeler

How Good Fortune Surprises Us
Steven Orlen (1942–2010)

Three Teenage Girls: 1956
In the House of the Voice of Maria Callas
Steven Schneider

Chanukah Lights Tonight
Jessy Randall

Superhero Pregnant Woman
Anne Pierson Wiese (b. 1964)

Inscrutable Twist
Columbus Park
Regina DeSalva

Snip Your Hair
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9.Show It At The Beach
Oh they won't let us show it at the beach no they won't let us show it at the beach
They think we're gonna grab it if it gets within our reach read more »

Sheldon Allan Silverstein
10.the sea
when you're at the beach you might see
surfers riding out to sea

when you're at the beach you might see read more »

Matthew Smi
11.Santa Monica Mountains..Kanan Dume
Santa Monica Mountains....Kanan Dume
There...in the distance...and one day soon
.......I'll be on the beach....at Malibu read more »

James B. Earley
12.At the Beach
At The Beach

You roll down the window
And even before you see it read more »

Khalid Icanttellyou

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Michael Fried

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Julia de Burgos

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Keith Waldrop (b. 1932)

Shipwreck in Haven, Part Four
“Majesty”
Susan Hahn

Anthem
Alice Lyons

Developers
The Boom and After the Boom
Walt Whitman (1819–1892)

When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
Kazim Ali (b. 1971)

Ramadan
Speech
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)

Aftermath
Hymn to the Night
Sharon Olds (b. 1942)

I Could Not Tell
Chamber Thicket
Billy Collins (b. 1941)

Silence
Reading an Anthology of Chinese Poems of the Sung Dynasty, I Pause To Admire the Length and Clarity of Their Titles
Corina Copp

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Dorothea Grossman (1937–2012)

I have to tell you
For Allen Ginsberg
Bridget Lowe

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Diane Burns

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Beth Brant

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Terrance Hayes (b. 1971)

Stick Elegy
Cocktails with Orpheus
Ann Taylor (1782–1866)

The Baby's Dance
The Cut
Chrystos

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Amit Majmudar (b. 1979)

The Miscarriage
Instructions to an Artisan
Linda Rodriguez

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From “The Sonnagrams”
BY K. SILEM MOHAMMAD
on thoth’s ****
From Sonnet 75 (“So are you to my thoughts as food to life”)


A groovy day, a fish fillet, an elf hair, . . .
Homer
BY TROY JOLLIMORE
Schliemann is outside, digging. He’s not
not calling a ***** a *****.
The stadium where the Greeks once played . . .
Ocean Park #17, 1968: Homage to Diebenkorn
BY LARRY LEVIS
What I remember is a carhop on Pico hurrying
Toward a blue Chevy,
. . .
Per Fumum
BY JAMAAL MAY
My mother became an ornithologist
when the grackle tumbled through barbecue smoke
and fell at her feet. Soon she learned . . .
The Archaeologists
BY JULIA SHIPLEY
found pins
by the millions
while meticulously . . .
The Break
BY FRANZ WRIGHT
Then he stopped
dead on the sidewalk
astounded . . .
The Companions of Odysseus in Hades
BY A. E. STALLINGS
Since we still had a little
Of the rusk left, what fools
To eat, against the rules, . . .
There Are Birds Here
BY JAMAAL MAY
There are birds here,
so many birds here
is what I was trying to say . . .
Twelve Thirty One Nineteen Ninety Nine
BY LARRY LEVIS
First Architect of the jungle & Author of pastel slums,
Patron Saint of rust,
You have become too famous to be read. . . .
Whethering
BY A. E. STALLINGS
The rain is haunted;
I had forgotten.
My children are two hours abed . . .
Make a Law So That the Spine Remembers Wings
BY LARRY LEVIS
So that the truant boy may go steady with the State,
So that in his spine a memory of wings
Will make his shoulders tense & bend . . .
A Midsummer Night’s Stroll
BY PHILIP NIKOLAYEV
I.

I am a man.  I’ve lived alone.  I’ve been  in  love.  I’ve  played  with . . .
[The water was rising...]
BY LYN HEJINIAN
The water was rising, I got up on the bed
Still wearing the Hawaiian shirt he had on yesterday
He used his thoughts to draw a rudimentary circle on the wall . . .
[A straight rain is rare...]
BY LYN HEJINIAN
A straight rain is rare and doors have suspicions
and I hold that names begin histories
and that the last century was a cruel one. I am pretending . . .
[But isn’t midnight intermittent]
BY LYN HEJINIAN
But isn’t midnight intermittent
Or was that just a whispered nine
A snap of blown light low against the flank of a cow . . .
Third Poem for the Catastrophe
BY JOYELLE MCSWEENEY
O
melting rainbow that embrace this roof
O . . .
Dear Fi Jae 2 (Ms. Merongrongrong)
BY JOYELLE MCSWEENEY
Now I know what it is to bite the tongue inside

the mink stole: I do not want . . .
Self Portrait
BY CYNTHIA CRUZ
I did not want my body
Spackled in the world’s
Black beads and broke . . .
Kingdom of Dirt
BY CYNTHIA CRUZ
Soon the ambassadors from the Netherworld
Will begin
. . .
King Prion
BY JOYELLE MCSWEENEY
—Hoooooooo
Lay in an array of pixels
Fat, simulated proteins . . .
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