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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Woof, This Heat

1 month ago | poetryfoundation.org | Kate Partridge

The dentist is now the sameage as me, which is troubling,mostly because of what Ihave and have not donewith my life, emphasizedoverhead by the popstar our age whose musickeeps time as the dentistshakes his head and lamentsthe incredible heat.
Roundtable on Indigenous Poetics

Mar 3, 2025 | poetryfoundation.org | Esther G. Belin |Eric Lockard |Amber McCrary |Tyler Mitchell

When I began thinking about the idea for this special issue, I struggled to articulate my thoughts. Then I realized that emotional angst and apprehension is the starting point. I often feel the terror that overwhelmed Indigenous youth when they were forced to articulate thoughts in a foreign tongue.
Maximum Summer

Feb 12, 2025 | 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

Jan 30, 2025 | 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.