Search Categories - Any -25 Lines or FewerCanadaPre 21st Century21st Century Grade levels 7-9 / Sec. 1-3 10-12 / Sec. 4 & 5 / CEGEP 1 Sort by RandomNewestMost popularA -> ZZ -> A Apply Rose Zinnia I As In i as in sow a muskrat tooth back into jawi as in dented pumpkin memoryi as in deflated basketball consciousnessi as in anaphoric internet parrot projection loopi as in holding uterine lining above a toilet bowl Julian Aguon We Have No Need For Scientists We have no need for scientists to tell us things we already know like the sea is rising and the water is getting warm. Chuqiao Yang Family Tree My imaginary brother speaks of our migration and history,how time pulses like the green waterin the South Saskatchewan that sputters by our home,success measured in how still he’d lie after wandering Diana Hope Tegenkamp Clouds My father’s green Pontiac Halyna Kruk in this house in this house the body of a poem, still warm, hangs on the nail of the mundane touched to its core like a reproach, like proof, that i was here and you were here Ishion Hutchinson In Praise of a Shadow Source of echo madman of prophecies buffering nonsense in absence of anything solid as a cloud flung from the womb pale pallid asteroid belt of nanny goat Sally Wen Mao Wet Market From youth I was taught that fresh meant alive until the moment you buy it My mother Eduardo C. Corral Autobiography of My Hungers His beard: an avalanche of honey an avalanche of thorns. In a bar too close to the Pacific, Matthew James Weigel We Drowned the Land of England in the Waters of the Denendeh It was clearly understood, there was no ownership of land, so clearly does the land, in fact, own me. My water from the river and my nitrogen, a buffalo protein. Ann Lauterbach Nocturne It turns out there wasn't a door, so she stood looking at the wall, and then at the ground, and then again at the wall, and then about the sky. The sky was doorless, which was comforting, especially at night, when she could Cole Swensen Constellations There's a general presumption that rhyme is an affair of two. Most expected are, of course, end-rhymes in formal structures—ABAB, etc., but even thinking more loosely, Ben Lerner Index of Themes Poems about night and related poems. Paintings about night, sleep, death, and Tomasz Rozycki Wild Strawberries I'll tell you how it was, what she remembers: the scent of rhubarb and strawberries in the wild where she hid and the cries of the murdered, they do not want to die away. If possible, Jorie Graham On the Last Day I left the protection of my plan & my thinking. I let my self go. Is this the hope I thought. Light fled. We have a world to lose I thought. Summer fled. The Fred Moten epistrophe and epistrophy some ekphrastic evening, this will be both criticism and poetry and failing that fall somewhere that seems like in between. this both/ and and/ or neither/ nor machine comes in having been touched Fred Moten covering in the broadest conception of black music, which is the truest conception of black music, black music can't be conceived. a music of covers, black music covers, and cover Natalie Diaz The Clouds are Buffalo Limping Towards Jesus "weeping blooms C. D. Wright Re: Happiness, in pursuit thereof It is 2005, just before landfall. Here I am, a labyrinth, and I am a mess.… Samantha Nock Kiwetinohk Ohci stop at the edge of everything—bend down and stick your hands in the dirt.grab a fist full of soil and pull it close: inhale. Elizabeth Brewster In Favour of Being Alive Twenty-four years agoI tried to kill myselfbut with my usual incompetencedid not manage to. Miriam Waddington Ten Years and More When my husband lay dying a mountain a lake three cities ten years and more lay between us: There were our sons my wounds and theirs, Carol Rose GoldenEagle DNA It is told and retold of how Kohkum killed a bear with a river rock an arm like Ronnie Lancaster (that old Saskatchewan Roughrider) she throws with precision at Muskwa’s third eye Billy-Ray Belcourt TREATY 8 queen of great britain and ireland, by her commissioners the honourable david laird, of winnipeg, manitoba, indian com N. Scott Momaday The Visions of Stone Carrier Stone Carrier was my grandfather, my father, my brother, andmy son. He was a good and brave man, and he taught me manythings. He shared some of his memories with me, memories Jaclyn Desforges #BLESSED Sunbeams aren’t something I notice. Mostly it’s my own breasts, bobbing with effort like I’m a man writing the story of a woman and the way her nipples strain politely Megan Fennya Jones Visit from Mother You sleep on the floor in my room in the modelling apartment I share with eight other girls You open the fridge to see what we’re eating Butter Spray, Diet Coke, Jell-O Do you think we’re clichés Sophie Crocker after a one-night stand with Myself i ask Myself to stay the night i know she wants me by her side in sleep. i do not really ask her to stay, only imply she is invited. i speak Justene Dion-Glowa Claim Laid This is a prayer for the dead and dying - and those that may never know a life on the outside I hope your sins don’t meet you at your grave - W. E. B. Du Bois The Song of the Smoke I am the Smoke King I am black! I am swinging in the sky, I am wringing worlds awry; I am the thought of the throbbing mills, I am the soul of the soul-toil kills, Don Domanski Homeworld this is the growing of things birthing of skin and bone stem and leaf this is planet earth beneath snowlight and desert sand Wallace Stevens The Snow Man One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, Joseph Dandurand Harmony with all of you the task given to me when all the ice had melted was to welcome the sky people to the river and to show them how to fish and how to build a fire to warm themselves. I moved on and came across Tyler Pennock I have so many now. I have so many now. There’s one where we were giants, playing with our size by falling over houses and trees, laughing. There’s another where I was racing the old ones in a game, and we stopped Francine Cunningham On Identity it’s hard to feel power from my ancestors when i don’t know who they are, where they come from, what their stories are we share blood blood shares memory Ellen van Neerven Call a Spade a Spade a heart a heart a diamond a diamond a club a club call it invasion not settlement call it genocide not colonization call it theft not establishment don't call January 26 Australia Day Jazz Money let us suppose We climb up the rusting ladder, Mexican beer forced into waistbands, and lie on the cooling roof count our personal galaxies far high LEDs, billboards, dreams. Ashley Qilavaq-Savard Skins what a glory feeling it is to sit in the sun by the oceanside as tulugait and naujait sing circling above and scrape skins with centuries of arnait guiding my ulu Marvin Frances mcPemmican TM1 first you get the grease from canola buffalo then you find mystery meat you must package this in Afua Cooper Shots Rang Out on My Street Today Boyakka! Boyakka! Boyakka! Boyakka! Boyakka! Boyakka! Boyakka! Boyakka! Boyakka! Shots rang out on my street today Three Black yoots lay dead shot inna dem head Bob Hicok Love poem The woman I love braids her hair. She’s Eve and Eve means breathe, to give life, my wife, from Eva by way of the Hebrew havah. At dusk I unlock her hair Pagination 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 … Next › Next page Last » Last page Language English