The NY Literary Magazine thanks all the talented poets for submitting their poems to us! After reading through hundreds of poetry submissions, we have published a selection of the finest contemporary poems in our latest poetry anthology titled “Echoes”.
“Echoes” is a poetry collection featuring today’s most remarkable, modern poetry by both new and award-winning poets of all ages and nationalities.
In this poetry magazine, you’ll find deep meaningful poems about life and living, sincere poems about thoughts and feelings, dark & sad poetry, as well as an inspirational poem; along with complimentary striking paintings.
This poetry book is available as a print magazine and as a free-to-read digital magazine. Download and read for free
We thank everyone for their poetry submissions!
The NY Literary Magazine’s “Winds of Time” poetry Anthology is now available in print, and as a free digital magazine on Amazon Kindle, Scribd, Issuu etc.
The “Winds of Time” Anthology features a selection of outstanding, modern poems by both emerging and internationally recognized, remarkable, award-winning poets from around the world.
In this poetry magazine you’ll find expressive love poems; a delightfully explicit
Soft like a Petal,
Gentle as a Feather
Fresh as The Early
In my Arms,
You Grew each Day
In Your Birth,
I was Born Anew
Winds of Change
When the burn of the cold
still pricked our cheeks
as we giggled and slurped up
hot soup, strained of course
with spongy white batch
all prepared specially to thaw out
our snowman building bodies
and Christmas lights flickered
across our steamed windows
as the blue-black night pulled itself over
like a vale sprinkled with glitter
Let the wind take my breath
So that I may no longer speak your name.
Is it wrong that I still long to belong?
To share every care and touch your hair?
To pillow fight, fly a kite, hold me tight,
whisper secrets in the dark, swing in the park?
Slowly, shyly, she opened herself a fraction to him.
He leaned in gently, caring, considerate at first,
not wanting to alarm or frighten, this her first time.
Then he became more insistent, more passionate.
She returned his ardor as he slipped in further,
wrestling together, slipping and sliding,
unrelenting, until she could stand no more.
A brilliant star that wrote his name
O’er constellations bright
Led restive men to seek his fame
And gather in his light
And come they did on sacred space
To learn a sacred theme
For what was writ upon his face
Fulfilled their sacred dream
If you’re a gifted poet or nonfiction writer living in the state of New York, enter the 2016-2017 poetry grant by the New York Foundation for the Arts (NYFA).
This poetry contest is free to enter and you may win cash prizes.
For the past 31 years, NYFA has been supporting artists from diverse cultural backgrounds at all stages of their professional careers. Each year, NYFA provides over $650,000 in cash grants to individuals pursuing artistic excellence in all forms, as well as a variety of artist-in-residence opportunities.
NYSCA/NYFA Artist Fellowships are
He closes his eyes
wanting her words
to be true, yet he knew
she was only
being true to herself
He loves me every second of my life,
He cares for, he watches over me,
He guides me from evil,
and protects me from danger,
My Lord truly loves me and I know it.
The lovers don´t touch,
final lies freeze their breath,
a brittle, vertical icicle.
Will we ever even speak again, like we used
to, like good friends should? Or will a nose be
turned and no words spoken as we walk back out
of each other’s lives. I sometimes wish I knew,
so that the time I waste wondering is not in vain.
We are excited to announce the publication of our latest poetry magazine! The NY Literary Magazine’s “AWAKE” anthology contains a selection of outstanding, modern poetry by both emerging and award-winning poets from around the world. Enjoy reading deep meaningful poems, poetic thoughts and memories, sad poems about
See three smiling cousins,
around age eight,
spattered with mud, after
an afternoon spent playing
in the sodden, low spot in the yard
The day was sad and wearisome,
It chilled me to my core,
I’d known that something would go wrong,
Though I could not be sure.
I’d felt so tired and lonely, still,
My heart had ached for him,
Beneath the Christmas trim.
Dedicated to: Aseel Kawash
Have I ever mentioned
The hot chocolate you invented?
Thick and a little sugary
Poured into the wrong cups
By the scatter of our weekly magazines
Have I ever told you
I’ve forgotten the orange-redness
Of my hair when I was younger?
I wish I’d chosen dye more wisely
Yet your drawings of me
Of the smile I attempted horribly
And the fiery, red curls
Made me feel less foolish
I always believed time would cease
At the blissful age of sixteen
Enter your dark and sad poetry into our free-to-enter international poetry competition!
Poets of any age and nationality are welcome to submit their deep, dark poems to the NY Literary Magazine’s contest.
We’re searching for outstanding dark poems including sad poems about death; mournful, deep poems about loss; depressing poems on any subject; sad poems about memories, experiences, lost loved ones; and general emotional, stirring sad poetry.
Read for free our poetry magazines to understand what style poetry we like best and publish.
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