Poems about Living and Human Experience

I am living. I remember you...

From "What the Living Do" by Marie Howe

When I have no means fortune
Is my means. When I have
Nothing, death will be my fortune...

From "Samurai Song" by Robert Pinsky

As when, after bathing, one walks out into the rain.
One idea may hide another: Life is simple...

From "One Train May Hide Another" by Kenneth Koch

More poems about Living and Human Experience:

August, 1953 by David Wojahn A nurse gathers up the afterbirth. My mother...

Coda by Marilyn Hacker Maybe it was jet lag, maybe not...

Daily Life by Susan Wood A parrot of irritation sits...

Difficult Body by Mark Wunderlich A story: There was a cow in the road, struck by a semi...

Elegy in Joy [excerpt] by Muriel Rukeyser We tell beginnings: for the flesh and the answer...

First Things to Hand by Robert Pinsky In the skull kept on the desk...

How to Uproot a Tree by Jennifer K. Sweeney Stupidity helps...

Insomnia by Alicia Suskin Ostriker But it's really fear you want to talk about...

Little Night Prayer by Péter Kántor Lord, I'm tired...

Mass for the Day of St. Thomas Didymus [excerpt] by Denise Levertov Praise the wet snow...

On Living by Nazim Hikmet Living is no laughing matter...

One Train May Hide Another by Kenneth Koch In a poem, one line may hide another line...

Samurai Song by Robert Pinsky When I had no roof I made...

Tear It Down by Jack Gilbert We find out the heart only by dismantling what...

The Layers by Stanley Kunitz I have walked through many lives...

The Secret by Denise Levertov Two girls discover...

Thrown as if Fierce & Wild by Dean Young You don’t have a clue, says the power drill...

What Wild-Eyed Murderer by Peter Meinke We shouldn’t worship suffering: the world's...

Where I Live by Maxine Kumin is vertical...

Yellow Beak by Stephen Dobyns A man owns a green parrot with a yellow beak...

What the Living Do by Marie Howe Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there...