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Announcing Free Virtual Poetry Readings, Watch Parties, Workshops and More

Announcing Free Virtual #PoetryReadings, #WatchParties, #PoetryWorkshops and More #poetry #poets #istayhome #quaranteam #poetrycommunity #poet #poets

With so many people around the globe under lock down, stay at home orders, or quarantined, Poetry House Studios is providing a variety of free virtual events for poets on their Facebook page.

*Poetry House Will be Hosting Daily Virtual Events for Poets to help us stay connected and socially engaged. Here are a few of the up-coming events:

For a Full List of Events Visit:  https://www.facebook.com…

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A New Week, A New Ebook Giveaway We're giving away another copy of Mixtape Poetry: A collection of music themed poems. Visit Amazon.com for a chance to win…

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A Thank You to Our July Supporters

A Thank You to Our July Supporters

A special thank you goes out to the following patrons for helping support and fund Poetry Breakfast:

Judith Carroll

Rose Amato

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Poetry Breakfast has a new email address

Poetry Breakfast has a new email address

If you’ve tried replying to an email from Poetry Breakfast you probably got an message saying it couldn’t be delivered.

I was cleaning up the folders in that account and apparently clicked on something I shouldn’t have.  So…

We’ll be using my personal email address:  [email protected]

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Please note:  We are notaccepting poetry submissions at this time.  (More will…

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Poetry Breakfast Reopens

Yes!  The kitchen is open again.  We are now accepting poetry submissions.

See our Submission Guidelines for all the details.

Soon, we will be dishing out your morning poems Monday thru Friday.

We have a new item on our weekend menu:  Poetry Book Reviews.

Beginning May 1st, 2019, we’ll still be serving up a fresh new poem Monday thru Friday.  But on the weekends we’ll be dishing out reviews and…

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Poetry Breakfast Reopens with Poetry and Poetry Book Reviews on the Menu

Poetry Breakfast Reopens with Poetry and Poetry Book Reviews on the Menu

Poetry Breakfast returns with a new item on our menu:  Poetry Book Reviews.

We’ll still be serving up a fresh new poem Monday through Friday.  But on the weekends we’ll be dishing out reviews and recommendations for poetry books.

Submission are currently being accepted.   See our Submission Guidelines for all the details.

We will start serving up poems and book reviews May 1st, 2019.

Poetry Book…

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Poetry Breakfast Closes – A Farewell and New Endeavor from the Editor

As of January 31, 2018, Poetry Breakfast is closed…for at least a year… Ann will continue publishing poems daily through the end of 2018 – just not via Poetry Breakfast.  She will be publishing her own work each day at Poetry House Studios.  You can follow along and get your daily poems @PoetryHouseStudios on:

Instagram:  www.instagram.com/poetryhousestudios/

Facebook:  www.facebook.com/poetryhou…

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If Your Nation is a Sinking Boat - A Poem by Eddie Awusi

If Your Nation is a Sinking Boat – A Poem by Eddie Awusi

If Your Nation is a Sinking Boat

If your nation is a sinking boat, Do not dismiss her as a failure, Packing your bags and baggages, Ditching her for another’s glory. Be within her fold, and plan for a rescue, Take upon yourself, duties of chivalry. Nurture her for a better berthing, In nation building. Be her life jacket. Else, you become a nonentity, In another man’s land.

Poem by:  Eddie Awusi

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For Ruskin (Bowland Fells, England) - A Poem by Maria Domenica DiElsi

For Ruskin (Bowland Fells, England) – A Poem by Maria Domenica DiElsi

For Ruskin (Bowland Fells, England)

Peel back the metal of technology use that giant sardine key don’t be surprised as you pry finding hairy tubers earth clinging blood leaking from a stone

Who reads the wind wizards who care or witches tying knots for sailors

Who sees the snow before it flies and knows by smell the size of its flake

  About the Poet:Maria Domenica DiElsi is a retired professor…

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in-flight entertainment - A Poem by Chloe' Skye

in-flight entertainment – A Poem by Chloe’ Skye

in-flight entertainment

titanic plays on two adjacent passenger screens; two disparate scenes: on one, the dance, and the other, the death.

when i was younger, this movie epitomized my every romantic dream; sydney and i watched it through every day for a year.

i had a poster of leo when he was king of the world! at the bow, and i would kiss those smooth, ripe laminated lips against my mirror,…

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An Ode to Baba - A Poem by Poornima Laxmeshwar

An Ode to Baba – A Poem by Poornima Laxmeshwar

An Ode to Baba

Ever since the streams coiled back, A tongue twisted with time Baring the stones that made you Marking your strength The red soil stares in the eye of life Never letting it win Never sparing even a breath Baba I hear your heart It has never been different from mine Though silence has now built a wall Perfect in symmetry or square I hear you scorning To lay at the mercy of the dark T…

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Winter Garden - A Poem by Ann Christine Tabaka

Winter Garden – A Poem by Ann Christine Tabaka

Winter Garden

Saturday morning, silence broken only by the wren’s scolding trill. Cherry blossoms bloom no more. Ice stares down the last ray of hope.

Trees shake off day old snow from barren limbs. Winter garden dry, brown, dead, but not dead, merely asleep. Hibernation mode.

The snow! The feel! The sound!

Seasons march their pace. They cannot be rushed. Wait, we must. Rejoice In nature’s wisdom.

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What Could We Be With Wings - A Poem by Edward Lee

What Could We Be With Wings – A Poem by Edward Lee

What Could We Be With Wings

I like to imagine we all have wings rising from our backs, invisible, weightless; none of us knowing they are there,

and so we never use them, even as we spend too much of our lives looking up at the sky, sunlight and longing blurring our eyes, knowing, without knowing how, we could be something more,

so much more.

    About the Poet:  Edward Lee’s poetry, short…

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Directions to My Muse - A Poem by Sarah Dickenson Snyder

Directions to My Muse – A Poem by Sarah Dickenson Snyder

Directions to My Muse

Undo the four screws on the plastic back

of the transistor radio. Lift off the square with care.

Let the tiny people blossom in the cup of your palm.

Hold the music, its weight— write what you see,

It isn’t about writing— it’s about opening, knowing.

    This poem also appears in Sarah Dickenson Snyder’s chapbook, Notes From a Nomad.

    About the Poet:Sarah Dickenson Snyder…

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Drawing Project - A Poem by Cathryn Shea

Drawing Project – A Poem by Cathryn Shea

Drawing Project

If you could be a silhouette, a fickle stranger, a lonely outline of yourself. A conversation the pencil has with the thin lines of your shape. You’ve been taught to bless your body as the soul’s vessel, recite in Latin without knowing the meaning of the chants. Is your life like the married couple fighting over directions to the party? The map is in her lap and he refuses to stop…

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Ruminating - A Poem by David Hanlon

Ruminating – A Poem by David Hanlon

Ruminating

I take a hammer to it: my lifestyle

a giant rock into bite-sized pieces,

for every choice there is a sacrifice.

I throw them in my mouth in pairs,

taste their flavours compete over my flattened tongue.

I crunch; chew them over until there is nothing left

but my broken teeth still grinding against each other.

  About the Poet:  David Hanlon is from Cardiff, Wales, and currently living…

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A Silent Visit - A Poem by Gregory Schwartz

A Silent Visit – A Poem by Gregory Schwartz

A Silent Visit

Mantra; protector deities thine inner-mind turns intwined upon an intuitive resolve.

Ancient tranquility unfolds a definitive aspect of inner light.

Cerulean heart ship sails in silent simplicity On a sentient river where future action transcends the never ending endeavor.

Simple drizzle struggles to remain a non violent rain.

Vesper lotus blossom Welcome the flowers that close at…

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