Poetic Medicine

By Tony Hoaglad I like that , he said in the hospital, where I was rubbing his feet which were dry and smelled a bit. Ahh , he said...

By Chanie Gorkin Today was the absolute worst day ever And don’t try to convince me that There’s something good in every day Because, ...

By Edwin Brock There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the top of a hill and nail him to it....

By Jabari Asim It’s more than time we had that talk about what to say and where to walk, how to act and how to strive, how to be uprigh...

By Khairani Barakka This is what they will say about my daughter And her eyes: that the way they haunt your  Memories are vestiges of tr...

By Naomi Shihab Nye Yesterday you cried in the car when you said soldiers in that war asked if women were fair game and the leaders said, ...

By Miller Williams For the second inauguration of Bill Clinton (1997) We have memorized America,  how it was born and who we have been ...

By Annie Freud I am here to welcome you and to help you prepare for what is about to happen. I can see that you're hoping that we...

By Lawrence Raab   Years later they find themselves talking    about chances, moments when...

By Martín Espada The cardiologist prescribed a new medication and lectured my father that he had to stop working. And my father said: ...

By Jane Kenyon A volunteer, a Daughter of the Confederacy, receives my admission and points the way. Here are gray jackets with holes in...

By Elizabeth Alexander Sometimes I think about Great-Uncle Paul who left Tuskegee, Alabama to become a forester in Oregon and in so doing...

By Zachary Schomburg One night, when you return to your childhood home after a lifetime away, you'll find it abandoned. Its pa...

By Christopher Salerno The bakery’s graffiti either spells HOPE or NOPE. But hope and results are different, said Fanny Brawne to her Ke...

By Beah Richards A Black Woman Speaks… Of White Womanhood Of White Supremacy Of Peace It is right that I a woman black, should speak...

those of you who stand for the sanctity of music so that its soul can breathe and be heard so that it blooms in graveyards echoes in hot...

By Naomi Shihab Nye If today you are going to Buda, Texas and the bus rolls into Buda, Texas and stops, you climb down and you are ready ...

By Shazea Quraishi  My father was a bear. He carried me through forest, sky and over frozen sea. At night I lay along his back wrapped ...

By Ronald Clark Come on America, open your eyes And stop the politicians from telling their lies For their families won't come to de...

A found poem from Google by Tania Lombrozo Motherhood is hard Motherhood is lonely Motherhood is a choice Motherhood is magical