Home Poet's Corner

Poet's Corner

Poets Corner

I Am A … By Ivy Marcella (June 29, 1985 – June 21, 2005) I am a soul rebel, a wave crashing, gliding across my imagination. I am in the dark alone, nervous of the dark, but going off to sleep. I...

Poet’s Corner: Haikus from coronavirus pandemic time

Beautiful Flowers By Emery Fullin Beautiful flowers We play in the sun all day I love the colors Emery Fullin is in third grade, and lives in Vineyard Haven. She loves to go in the ocean all months of...

Poet’s Corner: Haikus from coronavirus pandemic time

Stuck in a vacuum operating a vacuum which really does suck My wife chastened me for not wearing protection — emaskulated Did Cinderella hate the endless housework as much as I do now Hey COPD looking good! No wonder you took my breath away My cat...

Poet’s Corner: More haikus from coronavirus pandemic time

Deadline was Friday Saturday Sunday Monday Will finish Tuesday –Kate Feiffer The streets are empty No one playing on the beach A new silent spring –David Forbes Masks masks everywhere Are you smiling or frowning I miss all the smiles –Jill Freedberg 100,000 an ocean of tears...

Poet’s Corner: Haikus from Coronavirus Time

Pandemic book list Grabbed from a healthier time Still not compelling –Nancy Aronie Planting this season Gardenia in the garden Six eyes will see it. –Kate Feiffer First I lifted weights But before long I was all: “Mint julep sans pants!” –Nicki Galland Yesterday, zoom, zoom Away...

Poet’s Corner: Corona

Corona It’s Everywhere And Nowhere The kids gathering at sunset on East Chop The ghosts shuffling through the shelves at the grocery I see Streamers Wisps of what floating through the air And cries Of forgetting And of Loneliness Everyone’s screaming in silence Everything’s silence in your head Jordan Wallace...

Poet’s Corner: The New Normal

Where we used to stop and share we now shout six feet apart or mime to one another muted under heavy cotton This is our new normal Working from home, teaching ourselves to bake bread, planting our gardens, driving less we find...

Poet’s Corner: Coronaikus

Coronaikus By Michael Oliveira upon reflection that mirror guy is starting to get on my nerves heh heh heh heh heh staccato delivery helicopter laugh the past behind me yet the nagging feeling it’s going to lap me loved the Lone Ranger when young: now I...

Poet’s Corner: Fridge Contents Writing Assignment

Fridge Contents Writing Assignment By Nancy Slonim Aronie I have reams and reams of paper In case I write a book But now with time and this assignment My fridge I'll take a look Oy, all I see is heavy cream Organic,...

Poet’s Corner: Out of an Abundance of Caution

Out of an Abundance of Caution By Fan S. Ogilvie I regret to inform you that life as it never was is closed for repairs for cleaning for more agreeable and compatible existence with all creatures of this...

Poet’s Corner

Two Poems by Gerald Storrow The appetites we brought To dinner at our house Were small. Food was good, But what we wished to eat, Beyond the veggies and the meat, Wasn't on the bill of fare at all: Meaning for...

Poet’s Corner

I Am the Hug By Don McLagan I am the hug you didn’t get — the bosom-soft embrace, a rugged chest-bump that didn’t press your heart. There are no arms to sweep you up like Dad’s when he came home. There is...

I’m not jealous now

Welcome back to the Poet's Corner. Please submit your original poetry to ldroosevelt@gmail.com.

I’m not jealous now

I will cling in his memory for a while As a terrible being, a hungry pig All my emotions sunk at the bottom of a dank well Of taciturn suspicion He will say to himself ‘I do not...

Crossword

You’re doing a crossword. I’m working on a puzzle. Do you love me enough? What’s the missing word? Do I love you enough? Where’s the missing piece? Yesterday I was cross with you. You weren’t paying enough attention. You were cross with...

Poet’s Corner

To: my second hand man By Annabelle Hackney   I know that I am sun sweet, but it’s January & sometimes (diagonal from often) I consider what it’s like to not know the difference between a body and a...

February

By Susan Thompson   It’s quiet out here in February The light on the water is glassy Smooth as a mirror Listen intently You can hear the hum of a faraway boat But there is no sign of it Just a line...

Poet’s Corner: Wake up call

Fan Ogilvie has published two books of poems, “You” and “Easinesses Found,” several chapbooks, including “The Other Side of the Hill” and “In this Place,” and a memoir, “Knot a Life.” She is planning...

Blue Bronco

Down old Oyster Pond Road where the bayliner waits we drive Blue Bronco past Athearn's farm and past the broken fence off graded trail and onto mushy march our tires spinning in green, mossy mud we arrive at The Breach where...