Short Poem of the Day
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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
Short Poem of the Day 📝
The Great Figure
Among the rain and lights
I saw the figure 5 in gold
on a red firetruck moving
tense unheeded
to gong clangs siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.
William Carlos Williams (U.S.A., 1883–1963)
The Great Figure
Among the rain and lights
I saw the figure 5 in gold
on a red firetruck moving
tense unheeded
to gong clangs siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.
William Carlos Williams (U.S.A., 1883–1963)
October 21, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
The Great Figure
Among the rain and lights
I saw the figure 5 in gold
on a red firetruck moving
tense unheeded
to gong clangs siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.
William Carlos Williams (U.S.A., 1883–1963)
The Great Figure
Among the rain and lights
I saw the figure 5 in gold
on a red firetruck moving
tense unheeded
to gong clangs siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city.
William Carlos Williams (U.S.A., 1883–1963)
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Ianthe
From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass
Like little ripples down a sunny river;
Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass,
Cut down, and up again, as blithe as ever.
Walter Savage Landor (England, 1775–1864)
Ianthe
From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass
Like little ripples down a sunny river;
Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass,
Cut down, and up again, as blithe as ever.
Walter Savage Landor (England, 1775–1864)
October 20, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Ianthe
From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass
Like little ripples down a sunny river;
Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass,
Cut down, and up again, as blithe as ever.
Walter Savage Landor (England, 1775–1864)
Ianthe
From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass
Like little ripples down a sunny river;
Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass,
Cut down, and up again, as blithe as ever.
Walter Savage Landor (England, 1775–1864)
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Purest Form of Life
White doves in the sky endless,
formless white of light.
Apron that encircles
present in form,
and thought womb
offered later Arms
to embrace Mother,
chaperone for life.
Seema K. Jayarayan
Purest Form of Life
White doves in the sky endless,
formless white of light.
Apron that encircles
present in form,
and thought womb
offered later Arms
to embrace Mother,
chaperone for life.
Seema K. Jayarayan
October 19, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Purest Form of Life
White doves in the sky endless,
formless white of light.
Apron that encircles
present in form,
and thought womb
offered later Arms
to embrace Mother,
chaperone for life.
Seema K. Jayarayan
Purest Form of Life
White doves in the sky endless,
formless white of light.
Apron that encircles
present in form,
and thought womb
offered later Arms
to embrace Mother,
chaperone for life.
Seema K. Jayarayan
Short Poem of the Day 📝
December (Eschaton)
At the last day
the students leave the gates and exit into Summer.
They ramble out in packs, together,
but wander from each other;
Drift off on roads alone
looking for home.
Matthew Arkapaw
December (Eschaton)
At the last day
the students leave the gates and exit into Summer.
They ramble out in packs, together,
but wander from each other;
Drift off on roads alone
looking for home.
Matthew Arkapaw
October 18, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
December (Eschaton)
At the last day
the students leave the gates and exit into Summer.
They ramble out in packs, together,
but wander from each other;
Drift off on roads alone
looking for home.
Matthew Arkapaw
December (Eschaton)
At the last day
the students leave the gates and exit into Summer.
They ramble out in packs, together,
but wander from each other;
Drift off on roads alone
looking for home.
Matthew Arkapaw
Short Poem of the Day 📝
I fear this
contented pasture. This
valley of easy ground
Where
every high mast
is doused before
the banner unfurls ...
Todd Rokholm
I fear this
contented pasture. This
valley of easy ground
Where
every high mast
is doused before
the banner unfurls ...
Todd Rokholm
October 17, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
I fear this
contented pasture. This
valley of easy ground
Where
every high mast
is doused before
the banner unfurls ...
Todd Rokholm
I fear this
contented pasture. This
valley of easy ground
Where
every high mast
is doused before
the banner unfurls ...
Todd Rokholm
Short Poem of the Day 📝
So what?
The difference between
autonomy and arrogance
is thin just like a fish frightened
away by flutter of winds in water
or, a flicker of sounds
breaking a dream.
Debasish Parashar
So what?
The difference between
autonomy and arrogance
is thin just like a fish frightened
away by flutter of winds in water
or, a flicker of sounds
breaking a dream.
Debasish Parashar
October 15, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
So what?
The difference between
autonomy and arrogance
is thin just like a fish frightened
away by flutter of winds in water
or, a flicker of sounds
breaking a dream.
Debasish Parashar
So what?
The difference between
autonomy and arrogance
is thin just like a fish frightened
away by flutter of winds in water
or, a flicker of sounds
breaking a dream.
Debasish Parashar
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Longing
Ever since you touched my wrist, the world is a room full
of apples.
Kate Angus
Longing
Ever since you touched my wrist, the world is a room full
of apples.
Kate Angus
October 13, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Longing
Ever since you touched my wrist, the world is a room full
of apples.
Kate Angus
Longing
Ever since you touched my wrist, the world is a room full
of apples.
Kate Angus
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Wind caresses
the golden wheat.
Field's yearning
for the new seeds.
Dreams lingered,
deferred until
the next fallow season.
Soodabeh Saeidnia
Wind caresses
the golden wheat.
Field's yearning
for the new seeds.
Dreams lingered,
deferred until
the next fallow season.
Soodabeh Saeidnia
October 12, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day 📝
Wind caresses
the golden wheat.
Field's yearning
for the new seeds.
Dreams lingered,
deferred until
the next fallow season.
Soodabeh Saeidnia
Wind caresses
the golden wheat.
Field's yearning
for the new seeds.
Dreams lingered,
deferred until
the next fallow season.
Soodabeh Saeidnia
Poem/Day
we are, the demons
the monsters have moved
from under the bed.
they're living all around you,
all throughout the life you've led.
the demons no longer reside underneath,
but are the reflections
in the mirrors,
staring back at you and me.
C. Snodgrass
we are, the demons
the monsters have moved
from under the bed.
they're living all around you,
all throughout the life you've led.
the demons no longer reside underneath,
but are the reflections
in the mirrors,
staring back at you and me.
C. Snodgrass
October 11, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Poem/Day
we are, the demons
the monsters have moved
from under the bed.
they're living all around you,
all throughout the life you've led.
the demons no longer reside underneath,
but are the reflections
in the mirrors,
staring back at you and me.
C. Snodgrass
we are, the demons
the monsters have moved
from under the bed.
they're living all around you,
all throughout the life you've led.
the demons no longer reside underneath,
but are the reflections
in the mirrors,
staring back at you and me.
C. Snodgrass
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
Enlightenment
sitting in silence
the opening of a door
Jessica Thompson
Enlightenment
sitting in silence
the opening of a door
Jessica Thompson
October 10, 2025 at 2:28 PM
Short Poem of the Day. 📝
Enlightenment
sitting in silence
the opening of a door
Jessica Thompson
Enlightenment
sitting in silence
the opening of a door
Jessica Thompson