Rumpus Original Poems
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“The Translators,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Joshua Edwards
THE TRANSLATORS After reading about Caesar And Pompey, we searched Until we found a nearly perfect Antique plate. Speaking
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“WalMart Supercenter,” A Rumpus Original Poem by Erika Meitner
WalMart Supercenter God Bless America says the bumper sticker on the racer-red Rascal scooter that accidentally cuts me off in the Walmart parking lot after a guy in a tricked out jeep with rims like chrome pinwheels tries to pick…
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“Like an Old Chest in a New House,” a Rumpus Original Poem by Laura Solomon
I want to be let down gently / but destined to tumble I am / having a lot of fun up here really
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The National Poetry Month Project
This is the third year that The Rumpus has celebrated National Poetry Month by running a new, previously-unpublished poem every day for the month. Here’s a link to last year’s collection. We’ve solicited poems from a wide range of poets…
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National Poetry Month, Day 32: “Sacrament” by Tracy K Smith
Our National Poetry Month project comes to an end two days after the end of the month, but we close with a special treat–a poem from the next book selection by the Rumpus Poetry Book Club, Life On Mars by…
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National Poetry Month, Day 31: “Single Lane Bridge” by Johnathon Williams
Here at The Rumpus, we think it’s a little silly that National Poetry Month only has 30 days, so we extend the celebration for just a little bit longer. Welcome to April 31! Single Lane Bridge The dark cannot claim…
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National Poetry Month, Day 30: “Out of Office Reply: Why Do You Seek the Living Among the Dead” by Joseph Harrington
Joseph Harrington’s Things Come On was the Rumpus Poetry Book Club selection for March. You can read the Rumpus Poetry Book Club’s chat with him here and Camille Dungy’s essay on why she chose the book here Out of Office…
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National Poetry Month, Day 29: “I’m a Poet and I Don’t Know It” by Ariana Reines
I’m a Poet and I Don’t Know It I am so broke Maybe I am a poet I wonder.
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National Poetry Month, Day 28: “Casket Sharp” by Saeed Jones
Casket Sharp Your soft cough becomes prognosis. Soon, cigarette smoke is the inkblot test of the lung.
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National Poetry Month, Day 27: “The Accused Terrorist’s Wife” by Shara Lessley
The Accused Terrorist’s Wife The house foreclosed, she’s gone to his father’s home, carting her things, a pair of his shoes, their only daughter, sons. Water springs
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National Poetry Month, Day 26: “In the Rafters at Birdie’s Roadhouse” by Alison Pelegrin
In the Rafters at Birdie’s Roadhouse 504 forever. Hillbilly princess. FDNY. For a good time a hard man is good to find. Got nookie? Life is too short for bad moonshine.
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National Poetry Month, Day 25: “Squirrel” by Paul Lisicky
Squirrel The squirrel is in her little kitchen out by the tennis courts. The ceiling is too low for her, but that’s precisely the point. She wouldn’t want it any other way. How else to bear the peace of it,