book reviews

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

Third Eye
My third eye glazes over As the world grows colder A smoldering mass destroying us Societal entropy has a hold of me All I want to do is write and bring joy
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
MONROE SUCCULENT P.1. AI-Generated.
Monroe succulent, also known as chubby little stone flower, has a natural, gentle beauty. With the light green color of the leaves, the pink, white, and yellow colors of the flowers will brighten up any space.
By HieuDinh5 months ago in Poets
My First Poem
Every writer has a starting point. Sometimes it begins with a story, sometimes with a feeling, and sometimes with a single line that unexpectedly opens the door to creativity. Before you read my first poem, let me tell you the story of when I started.
By Keramatullah Wardak5 months ago in Poets
The Weight of Words
We carry words like distant stars. Small lights that guide us through the dark. Each thought we shape becomes a spark.
By Emily5 months ago in Poets
Pieces of You
I still feel the weight of your hand in mine. The quiet moments, where words were unnecessary, remain etched in my heart.
By Emily5 months ago in Poets
When We Choose to Write
We write because there's something inside us that needs to be shared. A thought turns into a sentence. and a feeling becomes a line on the page.
By Emily5 months ago in Poets
The Reason We Write
I write to figure out what I'm thinking. When I put my thoughts into words, My mind feels peaceful and clear. Writing lets me share feelings.
By Emily5 months ago in Poets
Silent Architects
We create from the empty space with shaky hands. Filling up nothingness that no one can explain. Our thoughts turn into bridges, weak yet real.
By Emily5 months ago in Poets
Echoes of Me
I speak in echoes that no one hears. Words softly bouncing off invisible walls. They linger, fold, and twist inside.
By Emily5 months ago in Poets
A New Kind of Magic
I thought I knew what wonder was, In sunsets, and in seas, But then I saw you recognize, The rustling of the trees.
By The 9x Fawdi5 months ago in Poets
Pieces of You
I still feel the weight of your hand in mine. The quiet moments where words were unnecessary remain etched in my heart. Your laughter echoes through the empty corners of my mind, a sound I cannot touch but cannot forget.
By Emily5 months ago in Poets
The Silence Between
I walk through the rooms, Empty now, yet full of memory. The walls remember what I cannot. Every corner holds a whisper of you.
By Emily5 months ago in Poets