The experience of each new age requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet.

A Lament

O world! O Life! O Time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime? No more—oh,...

By Percy Shelley
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18 September

A Lesson

There is a flower, the lesser celandine, That shrinks like many more from cold and rain, And the first moment that the sun may shine, Bright...

By William Wordsworth
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17 September

To My Mother

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of ‘Mother,’ Therefore...

By Edgar Allan Poe
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14 September

The Wound-Dresser

3 On, on I go, (open doors of time! open hospital doors!) The crush’d head I dress (poor crazed hand tear not the bandage away), The neck of the...

By Walt Whitman
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13 September

21 21. My father is run over by a car. He is passed out in the road with a blood alcohol content 4 times the legal limit. I do not...

By Patrick Roche
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11 September

To This Day he was a broken branch grafted onto a different family tree adopted but not because his parents opted for a different destiny he was three when he became a mixed drink of...

By Shane Koyczan
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10 September

Meeting at Night

The gray sea, and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startling little waves, that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I...

By Robert Browning
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09 September

Our Silence

our silence will give birth to a thousand letters two very long poems and a long love story Yousef Nayef Submitted by the poet on 8/27/2014....

By Yousef Nayef
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08 September