Roses are red, violets are blue. If you like Harry Potter, this one's for you!
It's harder than it sounds.
We've all cried over a song, haven't we?
Invite queer women from different decades to hang out with you from this mix of older and modern classics.
"But look at me. Still on my hands and knees—still pushing."
Celebrate National Poetry Month with these evocative, groundbreaking collections.
"How big and how vast our world is around us / So grateful for god we were lost but he found us."
The Pulitzer Prize–winning poet died today at age 83.
Celebrated for her nature-inspired poems, Oliver was named “the country’s best-selling poet.”
"People want me to believe / there’s a difference when the result / is the same, same, same."
Jenny Xie, Tommy Pico, Sam Sax, and seven other poets share their favorite collections of the year.
Each month this year, we asked writers like Meg Wolitzer, Tayari Jones, and Sloane Crosley what they’ve been reading. Here are their picks.
"So here I am / lying next to my husband, / children tucked into their bunks, / divorce papers nesting / in a printer on 138th"
The winners were revealed at the 69th National Book Awards ceremony.
Finally, a quiz for high school English teachers.
For when you just want to feel a little better.
"the train today / is every reason / i love new york / as a place / to visit / but not die in."
"I don’t owe you an explanation. / No one owes anyone their body."
"Tamara was the Flo-Jo of elementary school. / If you were lucky, / you’d catch a glimpse of her trailing hair / before she reached the finish line."
“are you ok is the hook / are you ok is code for / we are not ok / but please remind me you are breathing.”
"We remember the story / we commit to. Then, we tell / ourselves it happened."
It's like a little scrapbook of the soul.
These writers are anything but boring.
"Men have yelled at me in the street since I was twelve."
"what histories are natural & what artifacts art? / how do we decide the borders of a country / or an era or a solar system? when did we decide / our planet meant only this collection of green?"
Two powerful poems about loss.
“The achievement of 'Step 15: Profit' is as simple as reciting the meditative cadences found in this poem.”
In a Facebook post, multiple women shared stories of how Reuben made sexual advances toward them when they were minors.
"My words echo, thus, in your mind." —T. S. Eliot
Poetry is not dead.
What did Chuck really bring home from the lake?
Here are the poetry collections that we absolutely loved in 2017. (Ranked in no particular order.)
From verse about Columbus Day to trying to masturbate on election night — these poems have range.
Yep, I totally bought this at a fancy boutique.
From memoirs to coffee-table books to how music affects your brain, recommendations from BuzzFeed editors!
The winners were revealed at the 68th National Book Awards ceremony.
Based on a variety of memes, milk and vine takes inspiration from the bestselling milk and honey, and it's way, way, better.
Boys and girls of every age, wouldn't you like to see something strange?
"You can’t tell us / shit. We always down for the miracle."
"What else / have I claimed that was not mine?"
"My mother wept nightly for eight years / my living curled its hands / around her throat not choking exactly."
New books by Salman Rushdie, Jennifer Egan, Jesmyn Ward, Ta-Nehisi Coates, and John Green, oh my!
"What does the moon know of our language, / our care for its perceived loneliness / which may be its one joy."
The milk and honey author's use of unspecified collective trauma in her quest to depict the quintessential South Asian female experience feels disingenuous.
"Life is short, & I show them how to talk / to police without opening the door / how /to leave the social security number blank / on the exam, I tell this to mis hijas."
Sherman Alexie on what it means for Trump to treat the entire country like a reservation — and writing a memoir about a great woman who was not a great mother.
There are no bad results when it comes to good poetry.
These speak for themselves.