by phillipw | Sep 3, 2025 | HE, LO, MU, PA
Widespread Love Those lovers who love love are killers of It often, often as Black Widows eat The eagerness and guts of males who love Them, giving up their sperm and lives, complete The sacrifice to love and life. Love such As this is like Medea’s,...
by phillipw | Sep 3, 2025 | DE, LI, LO, LY, SO, ST
Never Mind Astrophel and Stella Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem http://www.phillipwhidden.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/09/star-exploding-208576_large.mp4 If sonnets are supposed to be about Love,...
by phillipw | Sep 2, 2025 | LO, SE
Never Still but Still How dangerous a poet set in Zen Might be is shown: erased Komachi mossed In centuries knowing all too well how men And women lose their love, how love is lost In bed — and everywhere, in incense burned More hotly than their lovers’ bodies...
by phillipw | Sep 1, 2025 | JA, ME, PO, WA
Ono no Komachi Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Ono no Komachi – Wikipedia Imagine thinking of a man’s love like The petals and the fragrance of a flower As it is wilting, or a white love...
by phillipw | Aug 31, 2025 | Uncategorized
Glass Scratching Repeatedly on Glass Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The Modernists conspired for music, art And poetry to be reduced right down, Reduced from evening primrose to a fart, Reduced till all...
by phillipw | Aug 31, 2025 | CO, NE, TW, Uncategorized
“And the fiery heart of youth” I dreamed I had a twin up north, more twin Than not, not quite conjoined but closely same, Identical in soul, New England spin Inside us both. A pheasant’s breast aflame With afternoon’s Connecticut light rays Revealed this relative...
by phillipw | Aug 31, 2025 | Uncategorized
He Wishes for the Dreams of Heaven Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem His mistiness in thought has changed to brass, Chinese the heartlessness, more heartless like The universe. What once had been like...
by phillipw | Aug 31, 2025 | Uncategorized
Harmina Burana She met composer Orff before she woke This morning. It was he her nightmare said. This nightmare man seemed quite a clashing bloke With pizza skin and pimples, nosely spread Across his modern music mug. She tried Escaping, as one does,...
