... just a small sampling:

  • And I said…   “I want a spirit that is calm I want a spirit that swims In the heavens I want a spirit that makes A sweet, sweet song I want a spirit that preys With exacting precision I want a spirit that crows at dawn I want a spirit that flies by night […]

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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

Teacup

by kh
I lost my glove today Rushing, always rushing Trying to grab life by the horns And now my hand is chilled
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A Dream, Or Something

by N. Trepiak
i dreamed you wanted to try again even in my sleep i disagreed you and me together the same odds as before i'd rather run than continue to stand in one place where i'll never get better you or my future, which means more? goodbye, love, 'til we meet again   -N. Trepiak
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Anger is the Wall I Hide Behind

by Els W
Anger is the wall I hide behind when I am wounded Silence is the healing balm as I pull out the arrows one by one Solitude is my comfort.   The wall begins to crumble as I heal My heart is finding words when I regain my sense of worth Forgiveness is my peace
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Breaking the Silence

by Els W
There is an elephant in the room Silence threatens Like an omen of doom   My mind fills with dark imaginations As unspoken words Call out for speculations   Reality starts to disappear And rational thought Is replaced by fear   I fight the urge to run away The silence breaks And I see the light of day.
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Theme Parks

by Matt Beard
I am many things I am a roller coaster I am an overpriced funnel cake I am a long line for a short ride I am in on the take I am an unneeded traffic roundabout I am the price of gasoline I am pretty sure that I am self-doubt I am the spent remains of the Fourth of July I am climate change I am the spit in your eye I am death on...
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Box of Rain

by Matt Beard
Look out of any window… Dividing the morning And the evening And the day into thirds   What’s a window but a box for the sky? And what’s the sky but a box full of birds? And what’s a bird but a box for our dreams? And what’s a dream but a box full of words?   And what’s a word but a box full of meaning? And what does it mean to be a...
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The Mother of the World

by Matt Beard
An entire world lost its mother today An entire world got the news Somewhere on a California highway An entire world full of children Women and men Going north, south, east and west Each one with a mother inside each of them Even if their mother is just an empty space Left behind by her absence And yes, there is even a mother in that man Who only speaks of knives and steak Make no...
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