April Is: National Poetry Month

from Every Time I Ever Said I Want to Die Andrea Gibson [...] a difficult life is not less worth

America Is Loving Me to Death Michael Kleber-Diggs acrostic golden shovel America is loving me to

Resolution 2 Layli Long Soldier ---- (Today's poem is shared as an image, and includes a

Peril Sonnet David Baker Where do you suppose they've gone the bees now that you don't see

Driving After Supper Marianne Boruch The old senselessness returns when driving in June the ribbon

A Strange Feeling Nâzim Hikmet “The plum trees are in bloom —the wild apricot flowers first, the plum

Afro Morgan Parker I'm hiding secrets & weapons in there: buttermilk pancake cardboard, boxes

from The Palace Kaveh Akbar I have a kitchen device that lets me spin lettuce. There is no elegant

Solitude Franny Choi I hope no one comes to my party, I said out loud, and meant it. In the email, I

Coconut Paul Hostovsky Bear with me I want to tell you something about happiness it's hard to get

Give Me This Ada Limón I thought it was the neighbor's cat back to clean the clock of the

Riveted Robyn Sarah It is possible that things will not get better than they are now, or have been

Still Life with Invisible Canoe Idra Novey Levinas asked if we have the right To be the way I ask my

"God-With-Us" Reginald Shepherd after Jean Valentine What will I call you when you are gone

Sonnet with a Different Letter at the End of Every Line George Starbuck for Helen Vendler O for a

Tulips Kevin Young What the dead want— shelter—opposable thumbs—to quit being compared to taxes, as

You Are Who I Love Aracelis Girmay You, selling roses out of a silver grocery cart You, in the park,

Muffin of Sunsets Elaine Equi The sky is melting. Me too. Who hasn't seen it this way? Pink

My Perimenopausal Body Cistern Disappointing How Surprising Gabrielle Calvocoressi Bled all day.

The Darker Sooner Catherine Wing Then came the darker sooner, came the later lower. We were no longer

The Archipelago of Kisses Jeffrey McDaniel for Sarah Koskoff and Todd Louiso We live in a modern

Let Me Begin Again Major Jackson Let me begin again as a quiet thought in the shape of a shell slowly

Furniture Lisa Allen Ortiz I already figured out that we imagine the future and then later we exist

Faith for My Father Circa 1950 Erik Campbell When I think about it, usually at his grave, where I try

He Visits My Town Once a Year Amir Khusrau He only visits once a year, I splurge big on him when

poem where no one is deported José Olivarez now i like to imagine la migra running into the sock

Wedding Poem Ross Gay for Keith and Jen Friends I am here to modestly report seeing in an orchard in

Poetry Diane Seuss There's no sense in telling you my particular troubles. You have yours too. Is

Phase One Dilruba Ahmed For leaving the fridge open last night, I forgive you. For conjuring white

I Kept Getting Books About Birds Catherine Pierce as if recognizing the yellow-winged one at the