Poetry in rank - poetry
Local woman uses poetry to help others with emotional healing WGHP FOX 8 Greensboro
Anne Arundel poetry radio show founded by Maryland poet laureate awarded $1,000 from Maryland Humanities - Capital Gazette
Anne Arundel poetry radio show founded by Maryland poet laureate awarded $1,000 from Maryland Humanities Capital Gazette
Seven Questions for Camille Dungy, Orion's New Poetry Editor Orion Magazine
Gray's Creek poetry team places in national competition Up & Coming Weekly
Local writer finds voice through poetry | Community News Journalscene.com
Joanne Kyger and the Making of a Poem Alta Magazine
'Memorial Drive': Poet Natasha Trethewey on Grief The Atlantic
Palm Beach Poetry Festival moves online for 2021 Palm Beach Post
Wild Words: Sophia Thakur Discusses the Radical Power of Poetry and the #OwnVoices Books That Have Inspired Her - School Library Journal
Wild Words: Sophia Thakur Discusses the Radical Power of Poetry and the #OwnVoices Books That Have Inspired Her School Library Journal
Poetry The Madera Tribune
The Avid Reader: Sharing deepest thoughts through poetry Monadnock Ledger Transcript
"Craft Sessions: The Spoken Word" Livestream Celebrates Artists + Poets - Recording Academy | Grammys
"Craft Sessions: The Spoken Word" Livestream Celebrates Artists + Poets Recording Academy | Grammys
Could Illinois' next poet laureate hail from Will County? The Herald-News
Radical Imagination: Tracy K. Smith, Marilyn Nelson, and Terrance Hayes on Poetry in Our Times - The New Yorker
Radical Imagination: Tracy K. Smith, Marilyn Nelson, and Terrance Hayes on Poetry in Our Times The New Yorker
Ruth Weiss, trailblazing poet in the â€˜boysâ€™ clubâ€™ Beat scene, dies at 92 - SF Chronicle Datebook
Ruth Weiss, trailblazing poet in the â€˜boysâ€™ clubâ€™ Beat scene, dies at 92 SF Chronicle Datebook
A Poet in the Pandemic Highlands Current
Poetry contest started for Vancouver Island poets â€“ North Island Gazette North Island Gazette
Poets laureate of the two Plymouths share thoughts in verse Wicked Local Plymouth
A Grandmother Offered Poetry and a Tween Found His Voice The New York Times
Poetry Society Of Tennessee Announces Student Poetry Contest - The Pulse Chattanooga Pulse
Greek PM Meets 13-year-old Poet Demosthenis-Dimitrios Despotidis GreekCityTimes.com
Looking at Epic Poetry Through 21st-Century Eyes The New York Times
Grayâ€™s Creek Poetic Pathos team a finalist in international poetry slam - The Fayetteville Observer
Grayâ€™s Creek Poetic Pathos team a finalist in international poetry slam The Fayetteville Observer
Lana Del Rey: Violet Bent Backwards over the Grass review â€“ poetry debut with mixed results - The Guardian
Lana Del Rey: Violet Bent Backwards over the Grass review â€“ poetry debut with mixed results The Guardian
Students look within through visual poetry and book arts theartblog.org
That Poetry Thing: Koraly Dimitriadis + Open Mic The RiotACT
A Poet a Day: Carolyn ForchÃ© â€“ BillMoyers.com BillMoyers.com
Water cooler: Poets to read in a time of political strife The Spokesman-Review
Poetry From the Suffrage Movement Book Riot
The Remaking of a Poet ThisCantBeHappening!
Poetry Days set to return in September Eng.Lsm.lv
American Life in Poetry: 'Black Belt' The Spokesman-Review
The Challenge of Teaching Poetry Language Magazine
Norton Simon Museum from Home | Impressions: Assemblage as Poetry The South Pasadenan
Poet Jonah Mixon-Webster Joins English Department | Webster University - Webster University Newsroom
Poet Jonah Mixon-Webster Joins English Department | Webster University Webster University Newsroom
What makes the Silver Age of Russian poetry so important Russia Beyond
The Latest News and Data About Ethanol Production Ethanol Producer Magazine
Remembering Ali Sardar Jafri, the Sardar of Progressive poetry, 20 years on The Express Tribune
Playwright and poet Daniel David Moses blasted Indigenous stereotypes off Canadian stages - The Globe and Mail
Playwright and poet Daniel David Moses blasted Indigenous stereotypes off Canadian stages The Globe and Mail
PM Mitsotakis Received Award-Winning Student Poet at Maximos Mansion The National Herald
Mohammed Awzal, this Souss poet and his prominent Tashelhit manuscripts Yabiladi in English
Racial Unity Team to host Poetry & Art Contest Seacoastonline.com
Penwings, publishing and poetry The Edge Markets MY
Friday Harbor Poetry Gardens poetry book published Journal of the San Juan Islands
Protests and poetry: Dodge takes it virtual Morristown Green
Lana Del Rey releases new poetry audiobook â€˜Violet Bent Backwards Over The Grassâ€™ - INQUIRER.net
Literary Notes: Luisa Igloria is Virginiaâ€™s new poet laureate - The Virginian-Pilot - The Virginian-Pilot
Literary Notes: Luisa Igloria is Virginiaâ€™s new poet laureate - The Virginian-Pilot The Virginian-Pilot
Perth poet wants football fans to help create art project for season defined by coronavirus - The Courier
Perth poet wants football fans to help create art project for season defined by coronavirus The Courier
Furphy Award Youth Poetry winner Riverine Herald
Arlington's New Poet Laureate: Poetry Can Heal In Chaotic Times Arlington, VA Patch
The Maine poet who was a rock star NewsCenterMaine.com WCSH-WLBZ
Woodstock resident releases poetry collection - News - The Bulletin - Norwich, CT - Norwich Bulletin
BOOKS Yvonne Zipter: Looking at Chicagoan's life, poetry collection - 14 - Gay Lesbian Bi Trans News - Windy City Times
BOOKS Yvonne Zipter: Looking at Chicagoan's life, poetry collection - 14 - Gay Lesbian Bi Trans News Windy City Times
Cowboy Poetry Gathering to perform live on KXLO throughout the scheduled week Aug. 10 - Aug. 16 - kxlo-klcm
Cowboy Poetry Gathering to perform live on KXLO throughout the scheduled week Aug. 10 - Aug. 16 kxlo-klcm
National poet awarded in Russia MENAFN.COM
Poets Team Up With the Stephen Joseph Theatre to Present Three Short Films Showcasing Their Work - Broadway World
Poets Team Up With the Stephen Joseph Theatre to Present Three Short Films Showcasing Their Work Broadway World
A Poet a Day: Li-Young Lee Reads 'The Burning One' BillMoyers.com
I Saw the Universe
I can see the navy blue of the skiesOr the cobalt of the nightI can see the stars wink, the grin of the moonDuring the changes of it's monthly face**I am in awe**I see the sun on it's yearly trekAlternately arousing the life in the earthAnd then desertion away to allow it to sleepUntil the next spring**I am told the Universe is "out there"Beyond those stars, moon and sun,Yet the power of what I can seeIs a fathoming clear of my comprehension**I am in awe**"Out there" no time, no seasons passNo sense of age, hatred or loss existOnly the infinity0f the Universe**What IS "out there"?What IS the Universe that has no end?What IS the power that creates all this?I want to see it too**And then I remember..
Expressing an Emotion - The Art of Copy Poetry
Writing poetry is an art, a way of expression, conclusion denotation in few words. A tune of passion flowing out onto the pages, words that flow into each other and yet convey the inner most opinion and feelings of those who read the words.
Portrait Of The Artiste As A Young Dog
Emlyn Williams Theatre, Mold, North Wales: 20th February 2003Clwyd Theatr Cymru commemorated the 50th anniversary of the death of the Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) with a superb run of performances by a small but accomplished cast of actors.Described in the programme as "A affected journey all the way through the prose characters of Dylan Thomas", the creation was formed by Tim Baker, an Accomplice of the Royal Inhabitant Theatre, who won the Manchester Sundown News Best Visiting Assembly award in 1992 for the amply highly praised To Kill a Mockingbird.
Arizona Blue--Gunfighter: The Wolves Nest [Chapter One of Seven: The North]
[Episode Five]Arizona Blue-GunfighterThe Wolves Nest-in the North[Episode Five]Northern Minnesota Area-Winter of 1877Chapter One of Seven: The NorthThe area was known as Pigs Eye [St. Paul, Minnesota]; Northfield was a diminutive more notorious since Jessie James robbed the 1st General Bank, in September of last year, and more to the West.
Im Sorry Mom! A Mothers Day Poem
Mother's Day Poetry,I'm Sorry Mom!I'm sorry for the troubles And the qualms I brought you. I'm sorry for my mistakes, I didn't mean to make you blue.
Learn About Love From Poet Rumi
In this advanced age of technology, busy lifestyles, and obsession with consumerism have taken a lot of the romance and love out of our lives. The Internet has befit a average to associate with ancestors as each one is conclusion it a lot harder to meet one an added in the 'real' world.
Article on Poetry and Two Poems
Writing Poetry for TomorrowWhat does a man need to be a poet, or tomorrow's literary giant? Questions many a undergraduate has asked, from Harvard all the way to the area institution in one's hometown. What is the answer? Well, I can give you mine, and I'm sure if you asked a hundred writers, or a hundred scholars, you'd get two hundred altered answers.
Ode to: The Ice Maiden of Ampatos Acme [now in: English and Spanish]
Dedícate to Antonio Castillo. L.
The Lull of Dusk [Over Mantaro Valley] In English and Spanish
Twilight, was now beginning. As forthe sun, it was down-down over the Mantaro Valley of Peru.
Lima, City with the Stretched out Wings [In English and Spanish]
Lima, City with the Stretched out WingsIt's an ink-black night: no stars: a moon in sightJust dots of: red, green and white-white lightsAs the plane descends, descends, slides down On the long-drawn-out-spun-out drawn out city of light Uneven as a crumbled cake, lit up like a Christmas tree-The restless city, with its stretched out wingsStretching from the mountains to the sea- Winding because of the valley's, forests, and streams Stretches, stretches its naked wings-endlesslyAs,I'm descending, down, over and about the city (descending, descending, and sliding to the ground)The city with stretched out wings-and endless lights Down, behind, around, the ground, it's immune to me I'm just part of its evening, a induction in its inky seaInvisible people: cats, dogs, birds, and rats-infiniteUncountable: dots; streams of lit dots, dot-lights; People: walking, talking, sleeping, drinking by the dots People: waiting, killing, robbing, praying, by the dotsFor tomorrow, tomorrow and a new tomorrowThey say-:you are ruthless, and I know this to be trueAnd they tell me you have thieves and murders-And this, I dare say-but shall-is also true, very true But show me a city to the different of eight-million-? I shake my fist and say: '?show me! But no one does'So alive, so brave, with brawny and hungry hearts;I say, show me one that sings in poverty and smiles Prove me one that celebrates year-round of its heroes Show me painters that are as good-that sell on streets-As good as: Picasso, Dali, Rembrandt, and Yang YangAnd that welcomes the world with stretched out arms-Show me all this, or some of this, and I will say no moreWith this,I descend to its streets, its crowed winding streetsAs well as, to its neighborhoods with dust and dirty air, And hear the laughs of the children; the dogs on roofs Sights of the shoe-shiners: men and boys, in the parksAnd the copious food carts; -- musicians, paper sellersAnd with its naked featherless wings, casing all-My Lima, Peru with its distinguished Cathedral:Golden fair-haired with immense crowns, andWithin its plaza-square, a water fountain-celebrated.Under its sins, with its craggy aged men, lovely women,They all stand tall and bow to its Inca history, its glory- Its world that once ruled all, like the Roman Empire,Like the American Dream, they were the noble, the kingsAnd now, from grind and toil, sweat and strive, all, all Grinding, grinding away, each and everyday, lover of the, King of Kings: Jesus Christ-this is the Lima I know today; a mighty ship that has previously sailed the seven seas, now resting!?Spanish VersionLima, La ciudad con las alas extendidas Translated by Rosa PeñalozaEsta es una noche oscura: no estrellas, ni luna a la vistaSolo puntos: rojo, verde y blanco-luces blancasMientras que el avión desciende, desciende, bajando A la larga-extendida-plana persistente ciudad de luces Plana como un panqueque, encendida como un árbol de navidad-La despierta ciudad, con sus alas extendidasExtendidas desde las montañas hacia el océano Zigzagueante a través de los valles, bosques y riachuelos Estirando, estirando sus alas desnudas-interminablesMientras,Voy descendiendo, abajo, por encima y alrededor de la ciudad (Descendiendo, descendiendo, y deslizándose a la tierra)La ciudad con las alas extendidas-y luces interminables Abajo, Abajo, detrás, alrededor, la tierra, es inmune a mí Sólo soy parte de esta noche, un bautizado en su oscuro océanoInvisible: gente, gatos, perros, pájaros, y ratas, infinidadIncontables: puntos, riachuelos de luz, puntos de luz; Gente: caminando, conversando, durmiendo, comiendo bajo los puntos de luz Gente: esperando, matando, robando, rezando bajo los puntos de luzPor mañana, mañana y otro mañanaEllos dicen--:Tu eres implacable, y yo se que esto es verdadY ellos me dicen tú tienes ladrones, y muertes-Y esto, me atrevo a decir, que esto también es cierto, muy ciertoPero muéstrame una ciudad de ocho millones contraria --? Sacudo mis puños y digo: "?muéstrame," pero nadie lo haceTan viva, tan valerosa, con corazones fuertes y hambrientos:Digo, muéstrame una que canta en pobreza, y sonríe Pruébame una como esa, que celebra alrededor del año a sus héroes Muéstrame pintores tan buenos-que venden en las calles-Tan buenos como: Picasso, Dali, Rembrant y Yang YangY que recibe al mundo con extendidos brazosMuéstrame todo esto, o algo de esto, y no diré masCon esto,Desciendo a sus calles, atiborrada, zigzagueantes callesAsí como su raro vecindario con polvo en el aire Y oigo la risa de los niños, los perros en los techos Vista de los lustrabotas, hombres y muchachos, en los parquesY los numerosos carros de comida, músicos y vendedores de periódicosY con su desnuda y desplumadas alas, cubriendo todo-Mi Lima, Perú, con su renombrada catedral:Amarilla dorada con su coronadas torres, yDentro de su plaza cuadrada, una celebrada piletaBajo su piel, con sus arrugados ancianos, tiernas mujeres,Todos ellos parados altos, y reverenciando a su historia inca, sugloria- Su mundo que una vez gobernó todo, como el Imperio RomanoComo el sueño de América, ellos fueron los nobles, los reyesY ahora de pesadez, y esfuerzo, sudor, lucha, todos, todos extenuados, fatigados, este y cada día, amantes del Rey de los Reyes: Jesucristo-esta es la Lima que conozco, hoy; un poderoso barco que ya navegó los siete mares, ahora descansando?Author/Poet Dennis Siluk, web site: http://dennissiluk.
Learn About Love From Poet Rumi
Learn about love by analysis poetry by a long dead poet named Rumi. No need to look for antiquated texts concealed in caves.
Testimony to the Night [In English and Spanish]
In the quiet of the cold night- In its deep northern skies, Dim are the lights, in its coldEvening frost?! Even the stars of the arctic Seem noiselessly stone frozen!Here, here is where you find Peace and the beast within-! Remote, no ears or wordsTo disorder the mind To embed the throat; Here, here is where you die?(for a moment).Here, the sky has eternal eyes Eyes with cosmic tides Tides that never rest: they warWith the Universe- Likened to a dark deep abyss; Endless and never resting?Here my eyes seek and search In countless hours, ebbing and Sweeping the heavens aboveNumbing, changeless- Are the cosmos, the heavens? Here resides a curious peace?Here, resides a curious peace With an army of stars to defeat Shinning, mutely in the darkThe ebbing, eldritch dark; Time has no importance here, Here, resides a strange, peace?Cold and oddly numb are my feet, As I look up, upon the many bridges One star bridging the next-as if,If Kings and Queens were Guarding them-the Hosts- O-Yes! A strange, curious peace?Ah! Praise, praise be to thee, to thee Flaming, furious firmaments-ye, Ye, jog your memory me not, of the wars I left,Of the foes, divine immortals?The enemies that never rest Ah! Praise, praise be to thee, to theeI hear music, harmony from afar (there) There are storms clandestine in a storehouse, For tomorrow-war beyond, beyondOrion's dust?perpetual dust; There, there the sun is dim to bleak.
You Lost Your Last Back and Me
I will never think twice nor will I roll the dice When it comes to my life I will take my Grannio's adviceYou play the hand you're dealt when it comes to who will be your Dad - But if you bluff about a card's face value for too many years you disregard you had - No Aces or King of Hearts in your first deck - But considerably a worthless Joker-So Wild and Mad..
Hindu Poet - Kamalakanta
Kamalakanta was born in Burdwan India in the late 18th Century. From an early age he uttered an advantage in holiness and later in life Kamalakanta acknowledged commencement into Tantric Yoga from a Tantric yogi named Kenaram Bhattacharya.
Listen as I Share: WE
You speak simple, completley understandable justifications I abide by them, abide by you, honor what you tell me and even all the same I know where you're appearance from, I just required to share with you, let you hear: my heart..
Lord Byrons She Walks in Beauty
Lord Byron's break epic to "She Walks In Beauty" is among the most memorable and most quoted lines in romantic poetry. The breach lines are effortless, graceful, and beautiful, a decent match for his poem about a woman who possesses unforced grace and beauty.
The Art of Getting Poetic Critique
You can show your poem to your mom, your spouse, your co-workers, or your friends, but you might not get the responses that you can suck up into your a small amount journalism fingers to use in an endeavor to refine your craft. What does it actually mean when a big name who cares about you, but not for poetry says, "Wow, this is great.
Growing hurts sometimes; saying goodbye to friends, to equipment you've known and done to belongings you sought to do. Growing heals sometimes the crushed dreams and hopes of a life you once knew leading you to a new comprehension of yourself.
Ode, to the Mighty Midget Omac [In English and Spanish]
Part One Midget HistoryI am thirty-six inches tall, that is all-Honest to god I am My hair is green, my eyes red, and IHave a very thick neckMy eyebrows are thin, and my beardHas three hairs? And I bore abuse, when I was youngYes! It happened to be; day by day??folks laugh at me, my appearanceYou see?I make them appalled. .
Walt Whitman, Romance With a Stranger
The conception of brief encounters, even romantic encounters, with a stranger recurs often in the verses of Walt Whitman.Take, for example, these lines from one of the inscriptions that Whitman wrote to his 1860 journal of Trees of Grass.
|home | site map|
|goldenarticles.net © 2020|