book reviews

Reviews of the best poetry books, collections and anthologies; discover poems and up-and-coming poets across all cultures, genres and themes.

The heavy foot
My heavy foot, it always falls With a thud and a resounding call To all who dare to be around For they will hear my thumping sound
By Paul3 years ago in Poets
The world through the eyes of animals
Next, let's go to cows. Cows can't see colors like humans because their retinas lack the necessary receptors for that. When someone approaches a cow from behind, they have a near panoramic vision and the only area they can't see is directly to the back. Horses have a blind spot right in front of their face because of their eye placement, which means they can't see things directly in front of them, and they don't see as many colors as we do, just like cows their world is mostly green, yellow, and blue. Because their ultraviolet receptors and lenses are more spherical than those of humans, fish can see colors all the same way as we humans do, but because light behaves differently underwater, sharks can't see red in their shades, but they look much clearer underwater than we do birds. A pigeon can see all the little things in the field up to a mile away.
By usman hussain Hussain3 years ago in Poets
Dear Journal
I still remember when we first met. I was seven years old , and it was Christmas time. My mother, brother and I had just moved into a new shelter. You where my gift. You where small, and green, and there was a laminated decoration of roses all over the front and back. You looked like a door. You had a silver lock on the right side of you and it dangled off the side. I had two tiny keys to open you up. You where my secret. My mother couldnt even get in. I opened you up to the first page, and it said This Journal Belongs to .....You had a line for me to write my name. You belonged to me. Dear Journal, where my first words to you, but to me it was more than an introduction, it was a weight off my chest that I had been carrying for too long. It was the first place I felt like I could really unpack my stuff. You where my home when I didnt feel at home at home. You had questions in the back of you. Like whats my favorite color? and who is my best friend? You even had a space for me to put my friends names and their interests. I would tell you about how my mum just doesnt get it. I would tell you about my first crush at summer camp. I would tell you about the day my friend chose a new friend because she was cooler than me. Eventually the lock hinge loosened and it didnt matter if I locked the little silver lock. I got new journals, bigger ones, without locks, and with more pages. Journals that didnt ask who it belongs to. Journals that didnt ask about my favorite color, or my hobbies. I had leather bound journals, and journals with tassles. They got to know me too. I told them about my dreams and goals, and what makes me cry. I told them sometimes I'm not sure if I want to live. I made excuses for men that didnt love me. I wrote prayers. I wrote complaints. You where always there, no matter the form. Whenever I open my journal I become that seven year old girl , full of secrets, leaning against the shelter wall, giddy with joy, opening her new journal, her new safe space, her new home.
By NoturMami 3 years ago in Poets
The Beauty of Diversity
The world is a tapestry of colors and sounds, Of cultures and customs, of unique bounds, The beauty of diversity is all around,
By HyperWrites3 years ago in Poets
The Magic of Books
The world of books is a magical place, A place where anything can be, From the depths of the oceans, To the peaks of the tallest tree.
By HyperWrites3 years ago in Poets
I Understand How Gatsby Felt
I'm awful sure I never liked that damned book; I always rushed through chapters so I could read anything else before the bell rang.
By Mary Cousineau3 years ago in Poets
Awakening the Senses: A Symphony of Life
In a world so grand, where senses unite, A poem shall dance, in colors so bright. Through sights and sounds, touch, taste, and scent, Let's embark on a journey, so innocent.
By Arsalan Khan3 years ago in Poets
Book Review
A book is more than just some ink, On pages bound in paper's link. It holds a story, deep and true, And helps us see the world anew.
By MalikSaira Maqbool3 years ago in Poets
"The Sun and Her Flowers"
"wilting": "I stand on the sacrifices of a million women before me thinking what can I do to make this mountain taller
By Alberto Udo3 years ago in Poets
Jack and Lily
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Jack who had a crush on a girl named Lily. Jack and Lily went to the same high school and had a few classes together, but Jack was too shy to talk to her.
By Tamil Paiyan3 years ago in Poets
The Last Time We Said Goodbye
"The Last Time We Said Goodbye" is a novel by Cynthia Hand published in 2015. The story is about a teenager named Lex, who is struggling to come to terms with the death of her younger brother, Tyler, who committed suicide. Lex blames herself for not noticing the signs that Tyler was in trouble and for not being able to save him.
By Tamil Paiyan3 years ago in Poets
The Secret Life of Emily Jones
Emily Jones was known to her friends and family as a shy and reserved woman. She worked as a librarian and spent most of her free time reading or gardening in her backyard. But little did anyone know, Emily had a secret life that she kept hidden from everyone.
By Tamil Paiyan3 years ago in Poets