Poetic Medicine

By Amy King  The words became librarians, custodians of people I looked for on the bridge. I forgot my own face. I read the book backwa...

By Rae Armantrout 1.  The best part is when we’re tired of it all in the same degree, a fatigue we imagine to be temporary, and we ...

By Bob Dylan Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I’m on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the tren...

By F.I. Goldhaber Your tears are not enough. Your prayers are not enough. Your shares are not enough. Your hashtags are not enough. Yo...

By Halsey It's 2009 and I'm 14 and I'm crying Not really sure where I am but I'm holding the hand of my best friend Sam ...

By Terrance Hayes Now that my afro’s as big as Shaft’s I feel a little better about myself. How it warms my bullet-head in Winter, bla...

By Billy Collins Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a single...

By Kenneth Patchen  The snow is deep on the ground.    Always the light falls Softly down on the hair of my belovèd. This is a good w...

over an all-you-can-eat buffet, a Gravely lawn mower my only dowry. So I moved from daddy's home to his shiny new kitchen, where I...

By Charles Bukowski if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of ...

By Bob Dylan  Well, my shoes, they come from Singapore My flashlight’s from Taiwan My tablecloth’s from Malaysia My belt buckle’s from ...

By Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when ...

By Pablo Neruda There is something dense, united, settled in the depths, repeating its number, its identical sign. How it is noted that ...

but they are mostly dated and filled with words like thine and o’er and behold. And yes, I do want something about the snow, and the lig...

By Annie Finch Vines, leaves, roots of darkness, growing, now you are uncurled and cover our eyes with the edge of winter sky leanin...

Dear Straight People, Who do you think you are? Do you have to make it so obvious that I make you uncomfortable? Why do I make you uncom...

By Douglas Malloch The tree that never had to fight For sun and sky and air and light, But stood out in the open plain And always got i...

By Laura Gail Grohe Know this: The world is not a safe place. You are not guaranteed a place at the table. In fact, you will know grief s...

who will break the glass ceiling who will fight for what is right who will not grow weary in doing good who will reap what we sow who wi...

By Gwendolyn Brooks Say to them, say to the down-keepers, the sun-slappers, the self-soilers, the harmony-hushers, "Even if you ...