by phillipw | Aug 1, 2026 | Sonnet
Yella Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Driech Lothian of downcast clouds holds glows Of rapeseed fields of flowers, their yella trite With brightness since the population knows The truth. They know that...
by phillipw | Jul 31, 2026 | Ho, OR
Developments Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Late from cherry scenes, Views, now across the land we Move, home afar off. ~ Buson [Englished by Phillip Whidden] We come to see the orange blossoms of Our...
by phillipw | Jul 30, 2026 | SP
One of Us Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The spider plump with young hangs sinister With threat. That threat is still… still… still… She… waits Complicit with death to administer...
by phillipw | Jul 30, 2026 | AL, TE
What God and Man Are Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Not blossoms in the crevice of a wall, Not spread of leaves or stems to hold blooms out, Not promise of some soil for root and all . . . Instead a...
by phillipw | Jul 30, 2026 | PA, SP
Upstarts for the Whole Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A mass of spiderlings spreads out alone But yet together. Mothers do not mean One jot to eight-legged critters. Their new zone Is living killing. ...
by phillipw | Jul 30, 2026 | BU, CH, EN
Pinus Buddha Dark not yet turned to Buddhas, venerable pines Hold dreams in heart rings. ~ Issa [Englished by Phillip Whidden] “While the bridegroom tarried, they all slumbered and slept.”...
by phillipw | Jul 30, 2026 | CH, LO, ST, UN
Only Feelings Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Events don’t matter. No. Not really. They, At least the later ones, are too like sleep That lacks real dreams, like lovers as they splay Their thighs in...
by phillipw | Jul 13, 2026 | BR, MA, MI, Sonnet, WE
Snared Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Deeds are the pulse of Time, his beating life, And righteous or unrighteous, being done, Must throb in after-throbs till Time itself Be laid in stillness, and the...
