... just a small sampling:

  • We who’ve been broken, are not easily seen. We are hard to understand We make people uncomfortable. Unspoken questions Beneath standard issue smiles; “Aren’t you better yet? It’s been two years now, Get over your fears now. No more tears now.” Their get-well wishes are for themselves Not for me. Not for the one they […]

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a sampling:

Welcome to the Poetry Church.

WHY POETRY?


Because language arises from experience.

Because each of us is an experience of life itself.

Because meaning is only found in the inner life, conveyed not just in words that give our inner lives their labels, but in the actual feeling of life itself. The joy and sorrow and all in between.

Because poetry is a way to not just speak about those inner realities, but to convey them. To share them. To not just make them known, but make them felt.

Because language gives birth to our inner lives.

Because poetry is resurrection.

WHY CHURCH?


Because church is people.

Because the most eloquent sermon is worthless if it doesn't help us see the hearts and souls of those around us.

Because when words are used merely to convey  rigid dogma at the expense of individual experience, our inner lives are diminished.

Because by writing, sharing, and gathering together we reclaim the ground in which language reaches its fullest potential- the human heart.

Because all people are the image of God.

Because every voice matters.


 

  • Poetry Archives

    Enjoy our extensive poetry archives from all of our contributing authors where you can filter the poems by themes, authors, and writing styles.

  • Contributors

    Get to know our contributing authors (and sometimes even their cats). Enjoy their poetry archives too (the authors' not their cats' archives).

  • Gatherings

    Check out our poetry gatherings, get to know the authors, and check out their group archives to get a sense of which flavor of lunatic fringe is to your liking.

WHY POETRY?


Because language arises from experience.

Because each of us is an experience of life itself.

Because meaning is only found in the inner life, conveyed not just in words that give our inner lives their labels, but in the actual feeling of life itself. The joy and sorrow and all in between.

Because poetry is a way to not just speak about those inner realities, but to convey them. To share them. To not just make them known, but make them felt.

Because language gives birth to our inner lives.

Because poetry is resurrection.

WHY CHURCH?


Because church is people.

Because the most eloquent sermon is worthless if it doesn't help us see the hearts and souls of those around us.

Because when words are used merely to convey  rigid dogma at the expense of individual experience, our inner lives are diminished.

Because by writing, sharing, and gathering together we reclaim the ground in which language reaches its fullest potential- the human heart.

Because all people are the image of God.

Because every voice matters.


Featured Poems

UNFIT

by Jeff Woodke
Misrepresented. The artistic renderings Had cast me as a saint. Separation Makes the heart grow fonder. But it doesn’t teach you how to paint A man you never really saw. The one that left never came back. I did.   No firetrucks came To put out my burning life. It was consumed like wood, hay and stubble. Deconstructed By hellfire missiles. As I sort through the rubble, At the bottom of that pile Is a...
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Cold Steel Beam

by Matt Beard
Oxidizing minerals form A pattern of Rorschach tests Across my chiseled face As I lay here quietly Holding the roof over our heads And the seven miles of air above it While you raise the family In the home beneath Where I am overlooked Not as warm as the bones of trees Nor as pure as the crushed bones of cattle I long to be seen To be read like a book A favorite novel...
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Upholstery and Smoke

by Matt Beard
Heather Road Long Beach, California The actual street sign Hung on the wall In her room down the hall   She was just a child Leading a rebellion With discarded toys Striking out At them At us At herself And though she made a fool of the enemy Throughout the Ten Year War She lost the final battle yesterday And now she’s gone   She left home too soon There was heaviness in the entry...
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Lost… Or Just Displaced

by Matt Beard
The glossy pages of outdoor magazines are the admission tickets. Nylon and Gore-Tex nomads. Lovers of the adventurous life with paid time off. Communing with nature while eating astronaut food under the stars. Always keep it moving. You have to match the speed of gravity to stay in orbit. Don’t stop, or you might get lost… or just displaced.   Back to the land hippies spring up like flowers in shelters built from the ruins...
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Stargazing

by Matt Beard
Mary and Joseph They live down the street We ate donuts on strings Tied to their tree Last Halloween But Christmas Eve is for listening To country music on the local radio While waiting in a long line of cars With out of state plates To see the scandalous Thunder couple Pretend it’s the worst Road trip of their lives When they could not find A single donut shop In Bethlehem   We saw a...
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Thinking Twice

by Matt Beard
Humboldt County The house we call our own Her laughter now fills this home It defies logic and reason And all good doctrine It sets sharply against The crushing weight of debt And doubt It ripples down the hall Like waves that dance On an ocean that will drown you Without thinking twice   From the depths I think about thirty different things All at once I should have painted more often And maybe wrote...
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Love Remains

by Matt Beard
Love Remains I’ve heard it said… That even if a man came back from the dead We still wouldn’t listen to a word that he spoke We’d tell stories about him around fire and smoke We’d call him a ghost So we’d haunt ourselves with old memories instead And leave his ghost to grow lonely inside his own head   I once knew a man They cut off his hand Buried it in the African...
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