A few weeks ago, we asked for more poems, and even published a piece called “How to Write a Poem” to help you along. Below, three of the submissions we received in response. To submit your poem, visit our web site or email us at email@example.com
A Fire Across the Street
A warm summer evening
On a city avenue
Piercing sirens alert curious ears
Inviting neighbors out for a visit.
Across the street husky engines idle
While officials gate off crowds
Who look at the intense inferno
Speculating at the start of such cacophony.
Soon curiosity wanes and the introductions begin.
“Have you met my sister? She’s visiting for the summer”
“How do you do. I really like your jewelry.”
“My husband made it for me.”
“It’s a fine piece of toolery.”
“How is your summer?”
“Oh, not so bad. A bit hot though.”
“It’s been such a long time since we last talked.”
“Indeed, we must soon chat again. But for now I must go.”
A birthday party interrupted with cake still fresh
Sits upon a paper plate while neighbors meet
To affirm their existence
During a fire across the street.
Frank Theodore Koe
My uncle, Zev, the Brooklyn poet,
told me, Don’t worry about forgetting
things you can’t remember, just
write the damn poem, let it be
as long as it wants to be,
then cut off the beginning,
but he never said why
I should do that
nor what I should do
if the beginning is
all there is.
Invisible WallsOh many, many are the jails
An innocent one can go to,
There’s the jail of hating everyone
Because you know that they hate you.
The jail of being in the hostel bed
Of your friend who’s getting married,
When you haven’t even a boyfriend,
And must pretend to be ecstatic.
The jail of marrying the wrong man
Before you make the great announcement
That the next deed on your list
Is a single life commitment,
There are many jails I’ve been in
And maybe many where I’ll be,
But if they’re only psychological
My persevering mind will rescue me!