Poetry Magazine

Poetry, originally known as Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, has been a prominent monthly poetry journal since its establishment in Chicago in 1912. The magazine was created by Harriet Monroe and is now produced by the Poetry Foundation, with Don Share serving as the current editor. In 2007, the magazine boasted a circulation of 30,000 and published around 300 poems each year from a staggering 100,000 submissions. It is occasionally called Poetry—Chicago.

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Maximum Summer

2 months ago | poetryfoundation.org | Sylee Gore |Leonora Simonovis Purchase |Leonora Simonovis

The poems in Sylee Gore’s Maximum Summer, each placed in the middle of the page and framed by white space, record the passing of time in the months following the birth of the speaker’s first child. In a strong, lyrical voice, Gore delivers short, image-driven scenes that give an account of the speaker’s physical and emotional experiences as a new mother:Colostrum lacquers my journal. Night isgolden morning. My pages fill with thehours you don’t sleep. My body slumps. A moment makes a day.
Poem After Betye Saar’s The Liberation of Aunt Jemima

2 months ago | poetryfoundation.org | Ama Codjoe

Poem After Betye Saar’s The Liberation of Aunt Jemima
This Be the Place: I Shall Gaze

Jan 23, 2025 | poetryfoundation.org | Sandra Simonds |Elizabeth Harball

This Be the Place is a series of short essays in which poets explore the mysteries and meaning of a particular place. It was there when we moved in seven years ago. An octagonal, wooden pavilion in the yard. A gazebo. A tiny plaque bolted to the side told me it was a gift from the local garden club to the previous owner. It seemed wondrous for my husband and I to have our first house, set back from the highway at the end of a dirt road in a tiny town in Vermont.
Three Demons

Jan 22, 2025 | poetryfoundation.org | Ryan Choi |Janani Ambikapathy Purchase |Janani Ambikapathy

Three Demons: A Study in Sanki Saitō’s Haiku marks the first English book of work by the Japanese haiku poet whose nom de plume, Sanki, means “three demons.” As translator Ryan Choi points out in his translator’s note, these translations do not adhere to the 5-7-5 rule of haiku. Indeed, the haikus are not discernible as individual poems in the book, and Choi has said of his English renderings that they are “novel arrangements” of the source poems.
January/February 2025

Jan 7, 2025 | poetryfoundation.org | Jesse Holth |Miguel Vega |Allison Swenson

If, even now, I am excited about it: every cow & horse, every canoe on the surface of Pyramid Lake— If, at two hundred miles out, I take a selfie with the Bravoland cowboy, record us driving by the Tule Elk Reserve, record two jet-black crows circling the morning’s blue wrist of light like a scrunchie, then, I can only imagine …
Middle School Dance

Jan 7, 2025 | poetryfoundation.org | Nicole Tallman

To all the boyswho asked meto dance and to all the boys to whomI said yes and to all the steps we tookright and left and to the one who boughtme a corsage of rosesto match my dress and tothe one who asked meif I wanted a kiss and to the one I kissed even thoughI didn’t want to kiss and to the one who kissed the girlI really wanted to kiss— I wish my wishes were kisses.
Elementary Magic

Jan 7, 2025 | poetryfoundation.org | Allison Swenson

I remember first hearing rumorsof the atom. We are all made upof crumbs, Q told mewhen we were kids. In those days,nature’s magic tricks were stillmysteries to us, secrets we soughtto unravel: how astronauts floatin outer space, how leaves turn from greento gold, how the sea becomes the cloudsand the clouds become the sea. Q’s mom was a scientistwho worked in a research laband conducted experiments with worms.
Letter to Us, Younger

Jan 6, 2025 | poetryfoundation.org | Jesse Holth

Ready to fly, my heart has been unbuckling for a long time, waiting. When you finally arrive, we are given: extra room under the sky, a thousand days of spring, the ability to read the wind, what we see tomorrow becoming. And I know it’s a slippery slope—how things become other things, digging in our heels to slow erosion. Our mouths purple, gurgling goodbyes, still unwritten.
"I Do Not Consider Myself Very Scholarly": Remembering Kris…

Dec 9, 2024 | poetryfoundation.org | William Wordsworth

Blake was Kristofferson’s favorite at the University of Oxford, where the young Texan read English. He was a Rhodes Scholar, even though he admitted in his application “I do not consider myself very scholarly, and I do not think I would like a life of undiluted study.” He left before his third year, in 1960, to fly helicopters for the US military. When West Point offered him a job teaching English literature, he about-faced yet again.
Is This My Last Ferry Trip?

Dec 2, 2024 | poetryfoundation.org | Martha Silano

Is this the last time I’ll admire the guysin their neon-yellow slickers, guiding usto our parking spots before we head uptwo flights to the passenger deck,to the cafeteria where a man in a black derbyand black suspenders nods and smilesas he nibbles popcorn?