book reviews

Reviews of the best poetry books, collections and anthologies; discover poems and up-and-coming poets across all cultures, genres and themes.

Ego
I eat myself to feed my soul I roll with every toll Time laid out ahead and behind me Thoughts creating and destroying the fallacy of my reality
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
The Rain
The rain slithers across the plain The lion feigns disinterest in his mistress Mysterious visitors A horrendous sound shakes the ground
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
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By Baby Shopper4 months ago in Poets
Timshel
You may You may not Climb or fall Your choices creating a Ladder Of life You may climb Or not. Your choice, only Your own.
By Roderick Makim4 months ago in Poets
Who Is The Villain?
Introduction Yesterday, I discovered the ghazal poetry form, which you can read about here: I like the way the final words on the second lines of the couplets can be used for emphasis.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Poets
The Poet’s Lighthouse
M Mehran On the edge of a jagged coastline, where waves clashed endlessly against weathered rocks, stood a lighthouse unlike any other. It wasn’t just a beacon for ships; it was a sanctuary for poets, a place where words were as vital as the wind, and silence was never empty.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Poets
The Whisper of Words
M Mehran The town of Eldridge had a secret. Not the kind hidden in dark corners or whispered in hushed tones, but a quiet magic that lingered in coffee-stained pages, fluttered between the lines of letters, and hummed softly in the hearts of its people. Eldridge was home to poets—real, unapologetic dreamers who believed in the power of words, even when the world outside scoffed at them.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Poets
The Hidden Shapes of a Poet's Self
I carve a space both bare and full An altar for truths I have sealed away A hiding place for who I am When shadows slope toward evening
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
Silver Wings in the Dark. Content Warning.
Moonlight cracks across her skin voices bloom like rot within mother’s ghost a fractured prayer his shadow claws the burdensome air
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
Price of Liberty
A single shot across the stage, not from a battlefield, but a campus wall. The crowd gasped … some in grief, others in silence,
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
Emily Dickinson
She walked — alone — among the Sun and Frost — Counting Hours — like Petals — falling — one by one — The World — a distant Bell —
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
Strength in Solitude
There are nights when the silence feels alive. Not empty — not hollow — but breathing, whispering, moving through the air like a tide I cannot see.
By Farid Aslam4 months ago in Poets