Each small gleam was a voice, by Stephen Crane
Each small gleam was a voice, A lantern voice — In little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold. A chorus of colours came over the water; The wondrous leaf-shadow no longer wavered, No pines crooned on the hills, The blue night was elsewhere a silence, When the chorus of colours came over the water, Little […]
A man went before a strange God by Stephen Crane
A man went before a strange God — The God of many men, sadly wise. And the deity thundered loudly, Fat with rage, and puffing. “Kneel, mortal, and cringe And grovel and do homage To My Particularly Sublime Majesty.” The man fled. Then the man went to another God — The God of his inner […]
A man toiled on a burning road by Stephen Crane
A man toiled on a burning road, Never resting. Once he saw a fat, stupid ass Grinning at him from a green place. The man cried out in rage, “Ah! Do not deride me, fool! I know you — All day stuffing your belly, Burying your heart In grass and tender sprouts: It will not […]
A man saw a ball of gold in the sky by Stephen Crane
A man saw a ball of gold in the sky; He climbed for it, And eventually he achieved it — It was clay. Now this is the strange part: When the man went to the earth And looked again, Lo, there was the ball of gold. Now this is the strange part: It was a […]
A man said to the universe: by Stephen Crane
A man said to the universe: “Sir I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.” ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. Poetry Monster — the ultimate repository of world poetry. Poetry Monster — the […]
A man feared that he might find an assassin by Stephen Crane
A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was more wise than the other. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. Poetry Monster — the ultimate repository of world poetry. Poetry Monster — the multilingual […]
A little ink more or less! by Stephen Crane
A little ink more or less! I surely can’t matter? Even the sky and the opulent sea, The plains and the hills, aloof, Hear the uproar of all these books. But it is only a little ink more or less. What? You define me God with these trinkets? Can my misery meal on an ordered […]
A god in wrath by Stephen Crane
A god in wrath Was beating a man; He cuffed him loudly With thunderous blows That rang and rolled over the earth. All people came running. The man screamed and struggled, And bit madly at the feet of the god. The people cried, “Ah, what a wicked man!” And — “Ah, what a redoubtable god!” […]
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind by Stephen Crane
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because the lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above […]
Charity thou art a lie, by Stephen Crane
Charity thou art a lie, A toy of women, A pleasure of certain men. In the presence of justice, Lo, the walls of the temple Are visible Through thy form of sudden shadows. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. Poetry Monster — the […]
Blustering God by Stephen Crane
i Blustering God, Stamping across the sky With loud swagger, I fear You not. No, though from Your highest heaven You plunge Your spear at my heart, I fear You not. No, not if the blow Is as the lightning blasting a tree, I fear You not, puffing braggart. ii If Thou canst see into […]
Black riders came from the sea. by Stephen Crane
Black riders came from the sea. There was clang and clang of spear and shield, And clash and clash of hoof and heel, Wild shouts and the wave of hair In the rush upon the wind: Thus the ride of sin. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems […]
Behold, the grave of a wicked man by Stephen Crane
Behold, the grave of a wicked man, And near it, a stern spirit. There came a drooping maid with violets, But the spirit grasped her arm. “No flowers for him,” he said. The maid wept: “Ah, I loved him.” But the spirit, grim and frowning: “No flowers for him.” Now, this is it — If […]
Behold, from the land of the farther suns by Stephen Crane
Behold, from the land of the farther suns I returned. And I was in a reptile-swarming place, Peopled, otherwise, with grimaces, Shrouded above in black impenetrableness. I shrank, loathing, Sick with it. And I said to him, “What is this?” He made answer slowly, “Spirit, this is a world; This was your home.” ————— The […]
Ay, workman, make me a dream, by Stephen Crane
Ay, workman, make me a dream, A dream for my love. Cunningly weave sunlight, Breezes, and flowers. Let it be of the cloth of meadows. And — good workman — And let there be a man walking thereon. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and […]
And you love me by Stephen Crane
And you love me I love you. You are, then, cold coward. Aye; but, beloved, When I strive to come to you, Man’s opinions, a thousand thickets, My interwoven existence, My life, Caught in the stubble of the world Like a tender veil — This stays me. No strange move can I make Without noise […]
A youth in apparel that glittered by Stephen Crane
A youth in apparel that glittered Went to walk in a grim forest. There he met an assassin Attired all in garb of old days; He, scowling through the thickets, And dagger poised quivering, Rushed upon the youth. “Sir,” said this latter, “I am enchanted, believe me, To die, thus, In this medieval fashion, According […]
A spirit sped by Stephen Crane
A spirit sped Through spaces of night; And as he sped, he called, “God! God!” He went through valleys Of black death-slime, Ever calling, “God! God!” Their echoes From crevice and cavern Mocked him: “God! God! God!” Fleetly into the plains of space He went, ever calling, “God! God!” Eventually, then, he screamed, Mad in […]
A slant of sun on dull brown walls, by Stephen Crane
A slant of sun on dull brown walls, A forgotten sky of bashful blue. Toward God a mighty hymn, A song of collisions and cries, Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells, Welcomes, farewells, love-calls, final moans, Voices of joy, idiocy, warning, despair, The unknown appeals of brutes, The chanting of flowers, The screams of cut trees, The […]
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices by Stephen Crane
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile, Spreads its curious opinion To a million merciful and sneering men, While families cuddle the joys of the fireside When spurred by tale of dire lone agony. A newspaper is a court Where every one is kindly and unfairly tried […]
The Grammar Lesson by Steve Kowit
The Grammar Lesson by Steve Kowit A noun’s a thing. A verb’s the thing it does. An adjective is what describes the noun. In “The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz” of and with are prepositions. The’s an article, a can’s a noun, a noun’s a thing. A verb’s the thing it does. […]
The Convoy by Stephenie Tucker
All goes dark, first sound, then sight. I look to see my men alright. Deafening silence in concrete rain, Distract me from the searing pain. All time stops and vantage ends, As I look upon my dying friends. Radio in and evac out, No time for tears between the shouts. Between the blood and shrapnel […]
Some Clouds by Steve Kowit
Some Clouds by Steve Kowit Now that I’ve unplugged the phone, no one can reach me– At least for this one afternoon they will have to get by without my advice or opinion. Now nobody else is going to call & ask in a tentative voice if I haven’t yet heard that she’s dead, that […]
Resolute by Stephenie Tucker
The men were dead, their lives, long gone. And yet, their cause still lingered on. The banners wavered in the breeze, through borderlands of ship less seas. And now Apollo shall rise once more, to ferry souls to whitened shores. Now red shall rise the yellow sun, and end at last what we have done. […]
Purple Heart Liz (My Girl At Woodstock) by Steve Sant
Purple Heart Liz (My Girl At Woodstock) by Steve Sant It was all record playing Jigging and swaying Some experiment too Although not ever I All fumbling and shy I left all the tripping to you Oh I had my wild times Fuelled by beers and wines And I once smoked a funny cigarette Though […]
Numb by Stephenie Tucker
The door kicked in the dust relayed, The area secure and stayed. No longer taking time for peace, Within myself, it’s out of reach. No more time spent to say goodbyes, No more tears left for me to cry. I do my job and stay detached, Don’t even care if I come back. They call […]
Notice by Steve Kowit
Notice by Steve Kowit This evening, the sturdy Levi’s I wore every day for over a year & which seemed to the end in perfect condition, suddenly tore. How or why I don’t know, but there it was: a big rip at the crotch. A month ago my friend Nick walked off a racquetball court, […]
Must Work by Steve Downes
Must write must write must work must work minimum wage or better can’t be too physical got a bad back can’t be too stressful bend under pressure can’t be too sexual haven’t got the legs Must write must write must work must work minimum wage or better can’t work for corporate I’m an anarchist can’t […]
Lifetime Of Death by Steve Sant
Lifetime Of Death by Steve Sant A Lifetime Of Death The broken feeling you learn it young You must for it’s certainty true No hysterical fits just stiff upper lips We are British and that’s what we do So when I was but five and my grandfather died And old aunts wept silent tears I […]
In The Chapel Of Rest by Steve Sant
In The Chapel Of Rest by Steve Sant Forever I have seen her Yet never did we speak Well only in some dreams I had On five, six nights a week Then yesterday by chance As she got upon my train The only seat free, was next to me And so my chance it came […]
A Warrior’s Truth by Stephenie Tucker
The dying gasps of night are blackest before the dawn, The final surge of courage calls us to battle on. Enemies approaching from the hillside to the west, Trenches lined with casualties pulling at my chest. Flares as bright as day blinding vision tones of white, Bullets biting dirt rings too familiar sounds of spite. […]
A Soldier’s Song by Stephenie Tucker
Seventeen and full of rage, He fell in love with the careless gauge, of lipsticks red and flawless age, and monsters kept within the cage. Wonder lust and broken down, nothing world, can’t stop me now. bullets spent through hell spit fire, souls to burn on sandy pyres. New world turned and spat him out, […]
The Triangle by Subhash Misra
Every time I come closer to love Poetry dampens Every time I care I lose my words There is something about rhyming That subsists on separation But then every time I am on the verge Of losing and I am alone Poems come and hug me serially There is a nefarious element At play I’d […]
The Last Summer by Subhash Misra
This year There will be no summer Inestimable afternoons When not much really remains Only a silence burning in The oven of the passing day The desiccated thoughts Spread like clay Pensive trees Along tepid waters Consenting to the miasmic Life of reflection Floating as if There is still time for return But that is […]
The Grammar Lesson by Steve Kowit
The Grammar Lesson by Steve Kowit A noun’s a thing. A verb’s the thing it does. An adjective is what describes the noun. In “The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz” of and with are prepositions. The’s an article, a can’s a noun, a noun’s a thing. A verb’s the thing it does. […]
The dawn by Sukumaran Devarajan
Dark though the sky appears Hope breaks out as twilight dawns Shattering the fears of the Night Heralding the day’s disorder in its wake Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
Some Clouds by Steve Kowit
Some Clouds by Steve Kowit Now that I’ve unplugged the phone, no one can reach me– At least for this one afternoon they will have to get by without my advice or opinion. Now nobody else is going to call & ask in a tentative voice if I haven’t yet heard that she’s dead, that […]
Scribbles by Suchi Gaur
Write-erase Write-erase Write-erase & write Till it gets engraved in my skin Of felted memories & sadistic pleasures I bleed Red and blue My nerves cry a soulful moan I lie there with stain forever Stain to cherish Stain of pain They tear the pages i wrote with my hand Can they Tear the moments […]
Rainbow Hues by Suchi Gaur
Crumbled pieces undefined A splash of colour invisible Moods of loss and memories destined Its a rainbow, Its a rainbow Flowing fabrics woven with words Wind takes over the game Oh so beautiful the ugly mind of mine Its a rainbow, Its a rainbow Lost in the miseries of the time Blinded by the passion […]
Purple Heart Liz (My Girl At Woodstock) by Steve Sant
Purple Heart Liz (My Girl At Woodstock) by Steve Sant It was all record playing Jigging and swaying Some experiment too Although not ever I All fumbling and shy I left all the tripping to you Oh I had my wild times Fuelled by beers and wines And I once smoked a funny cigarette Though […]