book reviews

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

You Were a Poem
You were a poem I never wrote down. I kept you between breath and heartbeat, where ink couldn’t erase you.
By Malik Kashifabout a year ago in Poets
Dust in the Attic
There’s dust in the attic, and boxes of time— a wedding dress faded, a clock with no chime. The ghosts here are quiet, they whisper in threads,
By Malik Kashifabout a year ago in Poets
The Tree Remembers
A hundred names carved in the bark of this old oak. Some hearts still beat, some don't. The tree doesn’t know which is which.
By Malik Kashifabout a year ago in Poets
Origami Planets
Fold me a planet from paper dreams— crease it at regret, tuck the moons under laughter, let it spin on an axis of maybe.
By Malik Kashifabout a year ago in Poets
Coffee on a Rainy Thursday
It wasn’t love, not really— just the way you stirred your coffee like the storm outside wasn’t worth worrying about. And I,
By Malik Kashifabout a year ago in Poets
The Whisper of Stones
Beneath my feet, stones tell stories— not loud, but persistent. A sigh of gravel, the hush of moss. They remember where rivers ran,
By Malik Kashifabout a year ago in Poets
Blood Drenched
Rain rain pour today Martians wants to slay. As the clouds come from far away, The night hunts on the day. Blood is all that falls,
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
A poem about your first diary in which you wrote your first poem
Darkness was impaired in its transgression as hope seemed to find its way, A startling realisation, a sight to behold, one might deem to say.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Suddenly, One Afternoon
Suddenly, One Afternoon – Samiul Nirjon Suddenly, I saw her on one side of the road— I never thought it would be possible in such troubled times.
By Rejuan Ratulabout a year ago in Poets
"A Letter Before Goodbye". AI-Generated.
"A Letter Before Goodbye" On a rainy evening, in a quiet corner of the city, Rida stood silently. In her hand was an old letter, and in her eyes, the drizzle of memories that refused to fade. Just like the raindrops falling softly on the streets, countless unspoken words fell through her heart—words that were never said aloud.
By Ratul Hasanabout a year ago in Poets
Do Dragons Dream?
Scales like stars In midnight dark... Do dragons dream? I have to ask. Of flames and gold? Of ancient skies? Of kingdoms bold
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
"Where Souls Remember"
Where Souls Remember" A fusion of poetic worlds O heart, be still— For night has spilled its ink across the sky, And stars whisper verses forgotten by time.
By Abid Khanabout a year ago in Poets