Poets & Writers, a nonprofit literary organization, has received a $2 million donation to support its Jackson Poetry Prize, a $50,000 award founded in 2007 for emerging American poets.
Jordanian police arrested a local writer Tuesday for incorporating verses of the Quran, the Muslim holy book, into his love poetry, a judicial official said.
Former U.S. poet laureate Louise Glueck has been awarded the Wallace Stevens Award, a $100,000 prize for "outstanding and proven mastery in the art of poetry," the Academy of American Poets announced Tuesday.
Thousands of dissidents silenced under Argentina's military dictatorship — tortured, executed and made to "disappear" in the so-called Dirty War against dissent — are gaining new voice through poetry.
When you're done loading your iPod with Better than Ezra and Carlos Santana, why not try a little Ezra Pound or William Carlos Williams?
English poet and journalist James Fenton has been awarded the 2007 Queen's Gold Medal for Poetry.
British entertainment company 57 Productions launched a new Web site Tuesday which allows users to download and listen to poetry on their MP3 players and iPods.
Come The Land cries out; and all of Nature replies The elements assemble themselves, Here Into towering effigies of glory, remnants of Dreams, Remembering time and times, Today The Sky speaks to the Earth Nothing between them save matters of air,
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This is an awesome achievement. Bill Clinton in his State of the Union(s) often spoke of artists helping to create paradigms for the American publics' imagination for social reconstruction in a new century.
Paint is dying Paint is brown Worn and ragged Falling down Drying crackle Sober chill Continent Appearing ill No escaping No disguise Overtaking Enterprise Consequential Darker side Re-elected Crucified
Walking Profiler Hollow heels echo on asphalt night wind wrestles leaf from stem moon glare ricochets slow grinding stones under rubber jump eyes bore holes white knights prowl
The rhythm of being calls out, fills the spirit and invokes dance. Pay attention, it is seen and felt all around you.
Friends, Daughters, one Boyfriend on Crack by klconsiders Truth passed by screaming without care driven like a nail into her heart mistakenly distracted beautiful spontaneity gone borrowing from destruction a wild wind blew her sideways she disappeared
How fears alter affections by klconsiders His lips, red flesh creases gently shifting with each minute slide of powerful jaws capturing her eyes, hands reaching where hearts wait shaping tomorrows slipping in on satin promises he cries,
Autumn Comes KLconsiders So young to have blamed myself, so bendable then- so appalled. it was a long stretch in darkness on a desolate road peopled with silent women spreading butter and honey on bread. I remember the taste of trust so sweet, so rich, filling.
His love might have been like a red red rose, but it turns out that Robert Burns may also have been suffering from a rather nasty STD, according to a collection of explicit writing apparently by Scotland's national bard, due to go on sale in January 2009.
OH PASSING MOON! The night is dark, as morning moves in for its daily eventful promise of ascending light. The moon quickens its pace around the globe, offering spotlight to dancing stars, along the way.
Eight new releases by Northwest authors including Western and fantasy novels, poetry, and non-fiction.
They came to put the "O" back in poetry. Wearing bikinis or other swimwear, a dozen poets shivered in solidarity Saturday. The air was bracing, their hearts were racing.
In this mid-winter season This time of good cheer The Name of the great One Rings out loud and clear Throughout this whole nation Children pause in their play As they're reverently told Of His soon-coming day In each store and each market In the streets and the home Lou …
On 57th and 5th, as I ran for the cab letting someone off early in the winter time, the moon unspeakably round and pale, out of a corner of my hurry to nowhere, her leg followed the cab door, a shoe falling off as she tugged on her coat, a slip-on slipped off to the curb …
In author Neil Gaiman's poem "The Day the Saucers Came," the various science fiction apocalypses all happen on the same day. Now artist Jouni Koponen has created a whimsical illustrated print of the poem.
The candle cast soft light on your face. I see your lucid eye, your defined mouth. But a shadows masks one side. Where there is light, there is darkness.
While walking, I was chased by a dog, That Snacked on my trousers. Walked lost in a desert For four days, When I only wanted a star filled night. I've died on mountains Climbing to the top, I've died crossing Rivers Fording them.
FIRST FLAKE OF SNOW I cannot find through morning's mist, nor is it in, light's first dew, kiss! I run to seek, as echoes call, from river's deep, with rain of fall. Does thou know, where I should go? Shall I follow, with the flow?
JOYS OF CHRISTMAS TIME Christmas time is in the air, the Spirit of Christmas, everywhere; Fresh falling snow; dancing around; before it falls and blankets the ground. All the children build their snowmen, while Mom's and Dad's have cheers with their friends.
I've had this gem for almost 10 years in my archives. I read it now and then, to remind myself of the things we can change, and the things we cannot... Add to the list, if you can think of an addition to add... --------------------- I Have Learned.....
Once I thought that I knew love, But my heart did only slumber. I followed it in dreaming once Into nest of thorns did blunder. They scored my soul, damaged my faith, My tender heart did rend. The one who dangerous garden tended Then left with few amends. Family gathered round me …
Hope is all I ask of you, if for a little while I am the lonely world and I do not have a smile I cannot find a way to go, I cannot carry on Hope is all I ask of you since all of mine is gone