Bridging cultural gaps through poetry
The Global Poetry Project is a place to share poetry.
Welcome to the GPP!
The Global Poetry Project aims to provide a space for members to expand upon their cultural views through the writing and reading of poetry. Members should feel free to submit poems and share thoughts and positive feedback with fellow poets. The project aims to provide a safe and open atmosphere for all visitors and contributors alike.
Bear in mind that many of the contributors here are students.
As this space begins to grow, we are hoping to receive poetry and feedback from writers all over the world. To start submitting poetry just request to join the Poetry group and when your membership has been approved you can get to work! Remember that this is a space to share, not criticize the work of others. Keep an open mind and an active keyboard!
There are two ways to submit your work and comment on the poetry here:
1.) Join the Poetry group and start submitting
2.) Post your poem as a blog on the front page
*** Please Note - Poems will need to be approved before they are posted to the page
Thanks to Jenny Luca and Angela Stockman for helping to get this project started at Working Together 2 Make a Difference!
Latest Activity
Nathan B. Turner left a comment for Sara Fox"Yeah, finally haha! Looking forward to seeing what you think of it. "
Tony Maue posted a blog postSo We Chase
Dust,And must we keep driving?Vehicular skeletons leading the way,Drying and dying as sun pelts insane. Crawling,And falling for days.Is it so conniving for one to make money,For hunny, and Johnny, and Grammy, and Puppy?What will be left when their hearts so decay? West,And nests we’re so far from.Futile, fertile, fruitless, fields.Six nickels remain,But for bread or for meat?In autumn perhaps we’ll find savior.It’s out there, it must be,Once past all this heat. - Inspired by John Steinbeck’s…See More
Sara Fox left a comment for Nathan B. Turner"Haha, I see your membership got approved! Can't wait to read some of your work."
John Bontrager posted a blog postThe Forest
There used to be a forest here.But now its gone.There used to be giant winding treesOverlooking a lake so clear.But now its gone.The forest used to go onFor as long as the eye could see.But now its gone.It used to smell of earth and trees,Of flowers, plants, animals, and waterBut now its gone.You could have felt the coolness of the ForestOn your skinBut now you can’t It all started with a man and woman.They built a cabin in the ForestNow that is also goneThat man and woman had some childrenThey…See More
M. M. Fox commented on Deanna Kocher's blog post Glass"I love it! I wish I could write something that good!"
emily shriver commented on emily shriver's blog post Saturdays Before Graduation"Haha thanks, I felt like playing with acrostic poems... they can be so much fun than 5th grade name poems lol"
Amber posted a blog postAwaken
Awareness dawns with the openingOf the world's arms. A babyLooked upon by giants looks on themAnd thinks: I am here, tooBut I can't see myself – why?Too young to grasp her inabilityTo look upon and out of something Simultaneously. Later, years later,She decides perhaps she was too youngTo think such thoughts at allAnd imagines that her earliest memoryWas only a dream. A dreamWould make more sense and satisfyHer skepticism. But at the same time She knows herself too well,And knows she’d breed…See More
Emily Insinna commented on emily shriver's blog post Saturdays Before Graduation"lol that's what I've been doing these last few days @ home. Congrats -- you made me giggle =)"
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So We Chase
Dust,
And must we keep driving?
Vehicular skeletons leading the way,
Drying and dying as sun pelts insane.
Crawling,
And falling for days.
Is it so conniving for one to make money,
For hunny, and Johnny, and Grammy, and Puppy?
What will be left when their hearts so decay?
West,
And nests we’re so far from.
Futile, fertile, fruitless, fields.
Six nickels remain,
But for bread or for…
ContinuePosted by Tony Maue on May 22, 2012 at 5:43pm
The Forest
There used to be a forest here.
But now its gone.
There used to be giant winding trees
Overlooking a lake so clear.
But now its gone.
The forest used to go on
For as long as the eye could see.
But now its gone.
It used to smell of earth and trees,
Of flowers, plants, animals, and water
But now its gone.
You could have felt the coolness of the Forest
On your skin
But now…
ContinuePosted by John Bontrager on May 22, 2012 at 2:38pm
Fame
Foaming from fingers
Flying for fittings
Fighting fiercely
Fringes of fronts
Feeling frantic
Failing, frail figures
Finishing first
Feeling free
Friendless for friends
Fresh facts
Forever feebly famous
Frankly, fine.
Posted by emily shriver on May 2, 2012 at 8:58pm
Awaken
Awareness dawns with the opening
Of the world's arms. A baby
Looked upon by giants looks on them
And thinks: I am here, too
But I can't see myself – why?
Too young to grasp her inability
To look upon and out of something
Simultaneously. Later, years later,
She decides perhaps she was too young
To think such thoughts at all
And imagines that her earliest memory
Was only a dream. A dream
Would make…
ContinuePosted by Amber on May 2, 2012 at 7:02am
Just a Haiku
if there were something
that would give me money for
free i would like it
Posted by emily shriver on April 25, 2012 at 7:38pm
Saturdays Before Graduation
S tuff
C reatively
H andcrafted
O nly to make me
L ose my
A lready boring
R eality of a
S hort weekend in
H opes of small
I ncriments of money
P hilanthropists give away to
S tudents to make themselves look good
Posted by emily shriver on April 25, 2012 at 7:37pm — 2 Comments
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