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acairnofpoems.com
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| | | | | Despite studying his poem My Last Duchess for O-level, Robert Browning (1812-1889) has never been a poet who spoke to me as directly as many other poets, including other Victorian poets. His poems are often tricky and require untangling (a pleasure with Donne's poems but somehow irritating with Browning's) but some poems are simple and... | |
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livingpoetry.net
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| | | | | This week let's write a poem with the words okay, Plath and wage in it. This is another of those prompts where I randomly choose three words from a list of the top 1000 words in the English language plus a few of my favorites, like Plath, as in Sylvia. Post your poems in the... | |
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moistpoetryjournal.com
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| | | | | by Jessica Cuello didn't want strangers in her house. Strangers were separate and pure. Omens for an unknown guest: hair floating in a cup excrescence on a candlewick. Strangers kept their hearts preserved. Ours were shrivelled quince shrinking from their child skins. They came from her interior- messy, weepy, without warning. She always took the... | |
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bartbarkerpoet.com
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| | | "Let's go to the nude beach," I suggest, "where they only wear sunglasses." You tip your readers and ask, "Are you sure you're up for that?" I wither under your raised eyebrow. "How about a nice museum?" (for Living Poetry's Visual Prompt for June.) | ||
