Poetry
This is Thin Air Online’s Archive of pieces that are classified as poetry, both long form and short.
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“Summer Rain” by Joan Mazza
“After July’s heat wave now a steady rain.”
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“are the stars you see at night already dead?” by Lorelei Bacht
the pain you baked into my bones is astronomical.
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“Do not think of those who have died as Dead; rather, they are Alive and with their Lord” by Isra Cheema
They are you. You are them. Say their names.
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[How difficult do you think] by Thomas Osatchoff
How difficult do you think it would be to live a zero-waste lifestyle?
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“203 NE Angus St” by Marchiano
The evening struggles under the weight of cigarette smoke, the weight of a full moon— nine now between us
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“The Night I Stopped Writing Poetry” by December Verbout
I need to scream because all I want to do is write one more poem about her laugh lines before they are gone forever. Write her the ending she so longingly deserves. But as I sat on the front porch steps, all I could hear was the distant, uninviting cicadas.
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“Sestina with Tangerines, Plaster and Teeth” by Courtney Justus
Let us feast on tangerines.
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“Someday when I’m dead I’ll look back on all” by Gale Acuff
Someday when I’m dead I’ll look back on all this from the future or Eternity is what it might be and wonder how I made it through life but suddenly remember that I didn’t
