Short Poem of the Day
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Short Poem of the Day. 📝
Image
Like a gondola of green scented fruits,
Drifting along the dank canals of Venice,
You, O exquisite one,
Have entered into my desolate city.
RICHARD ALDINGTON
(1892-1962)
Image
Like a gondola of green scented fruits,
Drifting along the dank canals of Venice,
You, O exquisite one,
Have entered into my desolate city.
RICHARD ALDINGTON
(1892-1962)
November 25, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
Image
Like a gondola of green scented fruits,
Drifting along the dank canals of Venice,
You, O exquisite one,
Have entered into my desolate city.
RICHARD ALDINGTON
(1892-1962)
Image
Like a gondola of green scented fruits,
Drifting along the dank canals of Venice,
You, O exquisite one,
Have entered into my desolate city.
RICHARD ALDINGTON
(1892-1962)
Poem/Day 📝
Adumbratim: Shadowed Things
Mother, when the moon passes
Dark before the sun like an age
Spot on the face of heaven
The corona's sudden brilliance
Unfurls in waves to light
The blighted sky like your smile
On the days you remember
Who I am
L. Kang
Adumbratim: Shadowed Things
Mother, when the moon passes
Dark before the sun like an age
Spot on the face of heaven
The corona's sudden brilliance
Unfurls in waves to light
The blighted sky like your smile
On the days you remember
Who I am
L. Kang
November 23, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Poem/Day 📝
Adumbratim: Shadowed Things
Mother, when the moon passes
Dark before the sun like an age
Spot on the face of heaven
The corona's sudden brilliance
Unfurls in waves to light
The blighted sky like your smile
On the days you remember
Who I am
L. Kang
Adumbratim: Shadowed Things
Mother, when the moon passes
Dark before the sun like an age
Spot on the face of heaven
The corona's sudden brilliance
Unfurls in waves to light
The blighted sky like your smile
On the days you remember
Who I am
L. Kang
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Placement
I am a woman
on a rock,
sun on her back,
trying to feel
what the stone
has to say.
Nana Lampton
Placement
I am a woman
on a rock,
sun on her back,
trying to feel
what the stone
has to say.
Nana Lampton
November 21, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Placement
I am a woman
on a rock,
sun on her back,
trying to feel
what the stone
has to say.
Nana Lampton
Placement
I am a woman
on a rock,
sun on her back,
trying to feel
what the stone
has to say.
Nana Lampton
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Theory Center
Poetry if
not the
criticism of
life is
the life
of criticism
A.R. Ammons
Theory Center
Poetry if
not the
criticism of
life is
the life
of criticism
A.R. Ammons
November 19, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Theory Center
Poetry if
not the
criticism of
life is
the life
of criticism
A.R. Ammons
Theory Center
Poetry if
not the
criticism of
life is
the life
of criticism
A.R. Ammons
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Conceit
In an empty field
I found a metaphor.
It was dying,
no longer connected to its roots.
Recognising it from my childhood,
against my better judgment,
I tried to revive it.
Cameron Fuller
Conceit
In an empty field
I found a metaphor.
It was dying,
no longer connected to its roots.
Recognising it from my childhood,
against my better judgment,
I tried to revive it.
Cameron Fuller
November 18, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Conceit
In an empty field
I found a metaphor.
It was dying,
no longer connected to its roots.
Recognising it from my childhood,
against my better judgment,
I tried to revive it.
Cameron Fuller
Conceit
In an empty field
I found a metaphor.
It was dying,
no longer connected to its roots.
Recognising it from my childhood,
against my better judgment,
I tried to revive it.
Cameron Fuller
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Thoroughbred Yearling
She strikes the oak boards
with forefeet,
kicks with her hind
until the stall comes down.
I want out.
Nana Lampton
Thoroughbred Yearling
She strikes the oak boards
with forefeet,
kicks with her hind
until the stall comes down.
I want out.
Nana Lampton
November 17, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Thoroughbred Yearling
She strikes the oak boards
with forefeet,
kicks with her hind
until the stall comes down.
I want out.
Nana Lampton
Thoroughbred Yearling
She strikes the oak boards
with forefeet,
kicks with her hind
until the stall comes down.
I want out.
Nana Lampton
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
Ireland
The Volkswagen parked in the gap.
But gently ticking over.
You wonder if it's lovers
And not men hurrying back
Across two fields and a river.
Paul Muldoon
Ireland
The Volkswagen parked in the gap.
But gently ticking over.
You wonder if it's lovers
And not men hurrying back
Across two fields and a river.
Paul Muldoon
November 16, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
Ireland
The Volkswagen parked in the gap.
But gently ticking over.
You wonder if it's lovers
And not men hurrying back
Across two fields and a river.
Paul Muldoon
Ireland
The Volkswagen parked in the gap.
But gently ticking over.
You wonder if it's lovers
And not men hurrying back
Across two fields and a river.
Paul Muldoon
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
Poem Found on Nicholasville Road
Guaranteed
Used Tires
Buy One
Get One.
Charlie Hughes
Poem Found on Nicholasville Road
Guaranteed
Used Tires
Buy One
Get One.
Charlie Hughes
November 15, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
Poem Found on Nicholasville Road
Guaranteed
Used Tires
Buy One
Get One.
Charlie Hughes
Poem Found on Nicholasville Road
Guaranteed
Used Tires
Buy One
Get One.
Charlie Hughes
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Life In 10 words
beautifully toxic
is excitement that
still holds weight
through memory
PrttyBrd
Life In 10 words
beautifully toxic
is excitement that
still holds weight
through memory
PrttyBrd
November 14, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Life In 10 words
beautifully toxic
is excitement that
still holds weight
through memory
PrttyBrd
Life In 10 words
beautifully toxic
is excitement that
still holds weight
through memory
PrttyBrd
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Directions
Don't ask which way in the desert
every way leads straight to the sun
and don't stop once you set out to get there
every moment you lose is a drop of water
just large enough to see
your future in.
David Chorlton
Directions
Don't ask which way in the desert
every way leads straight to the sun
and don't stop once you set out to get there
every moment you lose is a drop of water
just large enough to see
your future in.
David Chorlton
November 12, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Directions
Don't ask which way in the desert
every way leads straight to the sun
and don't stop once you set out to get there
every moment you lose is a drop of water
just large enough to see
your future in.
David Chorlton
Directions
Don't ask which way in the desert
every way leads straight to the sun
and don't stop once you set out to get there
every moment you lose is a drop of water
just large enough to see
your future in.
David Chorlton
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
Shut Up!
upon the roof of a funeral home
a little bird sings
hey you
hey you
hey you you you
Shut up!
a mortician says
to a corpse
Suchoon Mo
Shut Up!
upon the roof of a funeral home
a little bird sings
hey you
hey you
hey you you you
Shut up!
a mortician says
to a corpse
Suchoon Mo
November 11, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
Shut Up!
upon the roof of a funeral home
a little bird sings
hey you
hey you
hey you you you
Shut up!
a mortician says
to a corpse
Suchoon Mo
Shut Up!
upon the roof of a funeral home
a little bird sings
hey you
hey you
hey you you you
Shut up!
a mortician says
to a corpse
Suchoon Mo
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
Outwitted
He drew a circle that shut me out-
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in!
EDWIN MARKHAM (1852-1940)
Outwitted
He drew a circle that shut me out-
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in!
EDWIN MARKHAM (1852-1940)
November 9, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
Outwitted
He drew a circle that shut me out-
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in!
EDWIN MARKHAM (1852-1940)
Outwitted
He drew a circle that shut me out-
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle that took him in!
EDWIN MARKHAM (1852-1940)
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
"If I were only dafter"
If I were only dafter
I might be making hymns
To the liquor of your laughter
And the lacquer of your limbs.
WITTER BYNNER
(1881-1968)
"If I were only dafter"
If I were only dafter
I might be making hymns
To the liquor of your laughter
And the lacquer of your limbs.
WITTER BYNNER
(1881-1968)
November 8, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
"If I were only dafter"
If I were only dafter
I might be making hymns
To the liquor of your laughter
And the lacquer of your limbs.
WITTER BYNNER
(1881-1968)
"If I were only dafter"
If I were only dafter
I might be making hymns
To the liquor of your laughter
And the lacquer of your limbs.
WITTER BYNNER
(1881-1968)
Short Poem of the Day 📝
I Used To
make love,
Now I
make coffee
Chocolate Waters
I Used To
make love,
Now I
make coffee
Chocolate Waters
November 7, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
I Used To
make love,
Now I
make coffee
Chocolate Waters
I Used To
make love,
Now I
make coffee
Chocolate Waters
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
At a certain point
the past becomes larger
than the future and its inalterability perhaps comes as a shock.
Rachel Cusk
At a certain point
the past becomes larger
than the future and its inalterability perhaps comes as a shock.
Rachel Cusk
November 5, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
At a certain point
the past becomes larger
than the future and its inalterability perhaps comes as a shock.
Rachel Cusk
At a certain point
the past becomes larger
than the future and its inalterability perhaps comes as a shock.
Rachel Cusk
Short Poem of the Day 📝
"Snow's falling"
Snow's falling
I see it through a hole
In the shutter.
Masoka Shiki (Japan, 1867–1902)
"Snow's falling"
Snow's falling
I see it through a hole
In the shutter.
Masoka Shiki (Japan, 1867–1902)
November 4, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
"Snow's falling"
Snow's falling
I see it through a hole
In the shutter.
Masoka Shiki (Japan, 1867–1902)
"Snow's falling"
Snow's falling
I see it through a hole
In the shutter.
Masoka Shiki (Japan, 1867–1902)
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
January
Who's it gonna be
dragging that dead Xmas tree
deep onto the woods
Brett Eugene Ralph
January
Who's it gonna be
dragging that dead Xmas tree
deep onto the woods
Brett Eugene Ralph
November 3, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
January
Who's it gonna be
dragging that dead Xmas tree
deep onto the woods
Brett Eugene Ralph
January
Who's it gonna be
dragging that dead Xmas tree
deep onto the woods
Brett Eugene Ralph
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
A Kiss
Rose kissed me to-day.
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
Let it be as it may,
Rose kissed me today.
But the pleasure gives way
To a savour of sorrow;-
Rose kissed me to-day;
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
AUSTIN DOBSON
(1840-1921)
A Kiss
Rose kissed me to-day.
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
Let it be as it may,
Rose kissed me today.
But the pleasure gives way
To a savour of sorrow;-
Rose kissed me to-day;
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
AUSTIN DOBSON
(1840-1921)
November 2, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
A Kiss
Rose kissed me to-day.
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
Let it be as it may,
Rose kissed me today.
But the pleasure gives way
To a savour of sorrow;-
Rose kissed me to-day;
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
AUSTIN DOBSON
(1840-1921)
A Kiss
Rose kissed me to-day.
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
Let it be as it may,
Rose kissed me today.
But the pleasure gives way
To a savour of sorrow;-
Rose kissed me to-day;
Will she kiss me tomorrow?
AUSTIN DOBSON
(1840-1921)
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Portrait of an Entertainer
I saw a photograph
You, ageing
in your ambition,
still hopeful,
your many masks
lying naked on the floor
Philia
Portrait of an Entertainer
I saw a photograph
You, ageing
in your ambition,
still hopeful,
your many masks
lying naked on the floor
Philia
October 31, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Portrait of an Entertainer
I saw a photograph
You, ageing
in your ambition,
still hopeful,
your many masks
lying naked on the floor
Philia
Portrait of an Entertainer
I saw a photograph
You, ageing
in your ambition,
still hopeful,
your many masks
lying naked on the floor
Philia
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Clay
I wish there were thirteen gods in the sky,
even twelve might achieve it:
Or even one god in me: Alone,
I can't shape an image of her.
Alfred Kreymborg (U.S.A., 1883–1966)
Clay
I wish there were thirteen gods in the sky,
even twelve might achieve it:
Or even one god in me: Alone,
I can't shape an image of her.
Alfred Kreymborg (U.S.A., 1883–1966)
October 30, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Clay
I wish there were thirteen gods in the sky,
even twelve might achieve it:
Or even one god in me: Alone,
I can't shape an image of her.
Alfred Kreymborg (U.S.A., 1883–1966)
Clay
I wish there were thirteen gods in the sky,
even twelve might achieve it:
Or even one god in me: Alone,
I can't shape an image of her.
Alfred Kreymborg (U.S.A., 1883–1966)
Short Poem of the Day 📝
At Slumber's Door
My love, drift away into sweet sleep
dream your way into a lovely paradise
holding my hand and kissing my lips
until sunrise and
I awake in your arms.
Ken Allan Dronsfield
At Slumber's Door
My love, drift away into sweet sleep
dream your way into a lovely paradise
holding my hand and kissing my lips
until sunrise and
I awake in your arms.
Ken Allan Dronsfield
October 28, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
At Slumber's Door
My love, drift away into sweet sleep
dream your way into a lovely paradise
holding my hand and kissing my lips
until sunrise and
I awake in your arms.
Ken Allan Dronsfield
At Slumber's Door
My love, drift away into sweet sleep
dream your way into a lovely paradise
holding my hand and kissing my lips
until sunrise and
I awake in your arms.
Ken Allan Dronsfield
Short Poem of the day. 📝
Mrs. Darwin
7 April 1852.
Went to the Zoo.
I said to Him-
Something about the Chimpanzee over there
reminds me of you.
Carol Ann Duffy
Mrs. Darwin
7 April 1852.
Went to the Zoo.
I said to Him-
Something about the Chimpanzee over there
reminds me of you.
Carol Ann Duffy
October 26, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Short Poem of the day. 📝
Mrs. Darwin
7 April 1852.
Went to the Zoo.
I said to Him-
Something about the Chimpanzee over there
reminds me of you.
Carol Ann Duffy
Mrs. Darwin
7 April 1852.
Went to the Zoo.
I said to Him-
Something about the Chimpanzee over there
reminds me of you.
Carol Ann Duffy
Poem / Day. 📝
I Know not whence I came,
I know not whither I go;
But the fact stands clear that I am here
In this world of pleasure and woe.
And out of the mist and murk
Another truth shines plain –
It is my power each day and hour
To add to its joy or its pain.
Ella Wilcox
I Know not whence I came,
I know not whither I go;
But the fact stands clear that I am here
In this world of pleasure and woe.
And out of the mist and murk
Another truth shines plain –
It is my power each day and hour
To add to its joy or its pain.
Ella Wilcox
October 25, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Poem / Day. 📝
I Know not whence I came,
I know not whither I go;
But the fact stands clear that I am here
In this world of pleasure and woe.
And out of the mist and murk
Another truth shines plain –
It is my power each day and hour
To add to its joy or its pain.
Ella Wilcox
I Know not whence I came,
I know not whither I go;
But the fact stands clear that I am here
In this world of pleasure and woe.
And out of the mist and murk
Another truth shines plain –
It is my power each day and hour
To add to its joy or its pain.
Ella Wilcox
Short Poem of the day 📝
The Weight of Words
Eggshells ***** under the weight of words
How is one to walk on them?
Fear breeds silence
Silence builds walls
Speak your mind or go
Remain not in silence, but freedom
PrttyBrd
The Weight of Words
Eggshells ***** under the weight of words
How is one to walk on them?
Fear breeds silence
Silence builds walls
Speak your mind or go
Remain not in silence, but freedom
PrttyBrd
October 24, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Short Poem of the day 📝
The Weight of Words
Eggshells ***** under the weight of words
How is one to walk on them?
Fear breeds silence
Silence builds walls
Speak your mind or go
Remain not in silence, but freedom
PrttyBrd
The Weight of Words
Eggshells ***** under the weight of words
How is one to walk on them?
Fear breeds silence
Silence builds walls
Speak your mind or go
Remain not in silence, but freedom
PrttyBrd
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Apology
The beautiful woman
wears the same dress,
twice.
Rosemary Royston
Apology
The beautiful woman
wears the same dress,
twice.
Rosemary Royston
October 23, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Apology
The beautiful woman
wears the same dress,
twice.
Rosemary Royston
Apology
The beautiful woman
wears the same dress,
twice.
Rosemary Royston