by phillipw | Aug 20, 2026 | AB, BE, DR, GE, SW, YA
Synthesis Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He sleeps away the German afternoon. He has to sleep because no friend will go To swim with him. Inside his dreams now swoon As if he swims with calm. Their...
by phillipw | Aug 20, 2026 | AB, LO, MA, PA, YA
The Village Crops Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem His mother almost saw the seaweed brown In irises. Perhaps his father could Foresee his ocean travels and the gown Of graduation, but that likelihood Was...
by phillipw | Aug 20, 2026 | AB, LO, YA
The Indian Boy Who Does Not Want to Be an Indian Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Not suitable at all except . . . that he Is beautiful and male, he wants away From marriage, even to a man. The sea...
by phillipw | Aug 19, 2026 | Sonnet
Prospero Howling at Death Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He loved to fight. He fought with other cats. He brought home wounds from tenor snarls and paws. To us they seemed like little feline spats, But...
by phillipw | Aug 19, 2026 | CI
Regret Harsh cicadas with Heat—I wished to cut Down their pine chorus. ~ Yayu [Englished by Phillip Whidden] When cold times come, I Wish that they live on, at least One in its autumn. ~ Yayu [Englished by Phillip Whidden] The combination of the August heat With...
by phillipw | Aug 19, 2026 | OS, SH, SY, WI
Shakespeare and Mellow Synesthesia Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Our poetry allows the best of realms. Vanilla taste is heard and seen. Rhyme’s smell Can be a velvet touch. At poets’ helms Directions...
by phillipw | Aug 18, 2026 | CL, FE, GI, MA, OR, PU, SE, SY
Conflated Conception Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A cicada cries And cries. It is an orangey Red paper windmill. ~ Issa [Englished by Phillip Whidden] The windmill blades in swirl become the swish Of...
by phillipw | Aug 18, 2026 | CH, ST, WE
Waste Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Weeping Cherry” by Charles Randall Stanfield He wasted mornings in his day. He kissed Away the moment where he could have set A sonnet on the cosmos. ...
