book reviews

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

Fourth wing poem
The bonds between a dragon and a rider voices in my head are never clear Warnings can still be warmer I would love if there were any
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
Girls just wanna have fund$
Don’t call it gold-digging when you’ve built kingdoms on our unpaid labor— our bodies, our patience, our silence. We don’t want your “good morning” texts,
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Mother
🌸 Mother 🌸 When You Came Into This World You brought the light, You taught me to see the difference Between wrong and right.
By Rony Sutradarabout a year ago in Poets
At Any Time of Night or Day
Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes.
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Rabindranath Tagore: The Bard of Bengal
Rabindranath Tagore (May 7, 1861 – August 7, 1941) stands as one of the greatest literary and philosophical minds of modern India and a global cultural icon whose influence has transcended time, language, and borders. Born in Jorasanko Thakur Bari, the ancestral mansion of the Tagore family in Kolkata, Tagore was the youngest son of Debendranath Tagore, a leader of the Brahmo Samaj—a reformist Hindu movement. The Tagore family was a nucleus of cultural and intellectual life in 19th-century Bengal, providing young Rabindranath with a rich atmosphere of artistic experimentation, progressive thought, and spiritual inquiry.
By sadhin khanabout a year ago in Poets
The Year I Wrote in Rainwater
The year I turned thirty, I stopped writing in ink. It began on a Tuesday in April, when the skies split open like a sigh and I found myself in a forgotten park, notebook in hand, drenched but delighted. I had no umbrella, no agenda, just a quiet hour between obligations. I sat on a moss-covered bench while the clouds wept their secrets. I watched rain stitch silver lines across the page.
By Ashikur Rahman Bipulabout a year ago in Poets
The Heart of Home
"Roots and Wings" In every quiet morning light, Your love has been my guiding sight. Through every trial, big or small, You stood beside me through it all.
By Md. Ashraful Azadabout a year ago in Poets
Dear Pen
Dear pen, I write to you, creating paintings, writing poetry, wonderful you, sighing in the darkness, relieving my loneliness,
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
If I were a book
If I were a book If I was a book I would be glossy paper, large print, easy to read. I‘d write my tale in diamond fonts, and pure gold ink.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
"The Quiet Wealth"
"The Quiet Wealth" I do not chase the thunder’s call, Nor gold behind the palace wall, But walk the path where rivers sing,
By RK Rakibabout a year ago in Poets
"Wings of Freedom"
"Wings of Freedom" A bird soars high in skies of blue, Its wings a dance, both old and true. With every flap, it claims the air,
By RK Rakibabout a year ago in Poets
People Don't Care.
People don’t care, not the way you dream, Their hearts are like rivers, pulling you back downstream. You wait for a sign, a whisper, a glance,
By Sandeep Sahooabout a year ago in Poets