The American poet Walt Whitman was is consider the first modern poet. 20th century writers build the modern movement on Whitman’s works.
Poems in History
Success by Emily Dickinson
O Captain My Captain by Walt Whitman
Explore Whitman’s “O Captain! My Captain!” with personal insights on Lincoln’s elegy, literary analysis, and discussion questions.
Twas the Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore
A Visit From St. Nicholas by Clement Clarke Moore Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds,…
To Myself by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
To Myself Let nothing make thee sad or fretful, Or too regretful; Be still; What God hath ordered must be right; Then find in it thine own delight, My will. Why shouldst thou fill to-day with sorrow About to-morrow. My heart? One watches all with care most true; Doubt not that he will give thee…
Room to Room by Stacey Margaret Jones
Stacey’s poems have also been published in Slant, Ariel, North Coast Review, Shelterbelt and Agave
Devoted by Janice Canerdy
Submit your work to many editors!
Yep you read that right. We are setting up a publishing data house where you can submit your work and many editors can read it. Those editors can then contact you if they want to publish your work. It works the same way if you are an editor looking for work to publish. It works…
I Really Hate Doing This! We Need Your Help!
I really hate doing this! We need your help again. We have run our: Raise Money Campaign very quietly. It turns out, that’s not the best way to try to raise money for something. So, we are running this request to all of our readers once again. I hate asking for money, and please believe…
The Blues by Amit Parmessur
The Blues by Amit Parmessur Around blue, white oceans, in a blue and black house dwells a black speck. So black, so blue black alive, emotionally blue. Sometimes like a fresh road, after the rain, spellbinding every periwinkle and sometimes imitating a baffled bluebird he has had the blues so, so often that he…