book reviews

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

Evening's Gentle Embrace
In twilight's gentle, fleeting hue, The sky wears shades of roses and blue. Whispers dance on theevening’s breeze, And stars awakes with quiet ease
By jameel Nawazabout a year ago in Poets
Limerence
You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Geri Doran Writes Love Letters to Nature
What are we? What are we not? Geri Doran inspects the complexity of human existence, our relation and contradictions to nature, and the point where it all converges, like a crashing wave rolling to shore, in her poem All We Are Not.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
Life
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Place
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
9/4/24
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In the hands of tomorrow
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Three Poems with Captivating Vocabulary
It is usually in my moments of deepest isolation, feeling desperate for some sort of connection that I turn to poetry. A thoughtful poet takes their beating heart and drops it on the page. And a remarkable poet makes you feel like you are there with them, watching the blankness soak in everything until it becomes a story. When starved for something that feels absolutely real, it is often clever, exciting vocabulary that pulls me in.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
SILENCE. AI-Generated.
**S**oftly, the world slows down, Allowing thoughts to **i**ntertwine in the quiet spaces. **L**onely, yet full, the mind begins to wander,
By Rubel Matubbarabout a year ago in Poets
Me
Which is the real me The one they see Or the one I see when you’re looking at me Distorted images in my mind Having never known what I look like to the world
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Silence
Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets