General-Literary Poems

Posting these literary poems where people can enjoy them pleases me. Even poems that have landed in books, magazines, or anthologies will find a wider audience here, while poems used to the quiet solitude of my desk drawer will get to see the light of day and meet readers like you! (Art fans: Look for poetry inspired by the work of well-known photographers and painters.) Please request permission by email, including full copyright information on each copy made. For internet use, a link back to this website is required.

FINDING THE POEM YOU WANT:  As you scroll through this section, simply read each snippet sample (usually the first four lines) to get a feel for the poem. When you find something you like, click “CONTINUE READING” to view the entire poem.

grieving mother

A Grieving Mother

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in General-Literary Poems, Poems about Death

©2019 Susan Noyes Anderson

sculpture by Victor Hugo Castaneda
Rancho La Puerta, Mexico

oh, that this sight were never found
a grieving mother, brought to ground
bereft of hope, forever bound
she falls to earth without a sound


For more poems about grief and loss, click here. If this poem in particular resonates with you, you might also relate to The Heart Attack.

san francisco

from the heart

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in General-Literary Poems

©2018 Susan Noyes Anderson

city beat
city heat
miles of pavement
pulsing feet

dirty asphalt
ocean breeze
misty morning
nights to seize

sidewalk sleepers
suited men
money makers
born again

mission district
nob hill flair
sunset, castro
union square

trolley crossings
beeping, dinging
magic sounds

snaky streets
bridge of gold
arching, soaring
bonny, bold

gritty, graceful
work of art
san franciso
from the start

(bring your dreams
leave your heart)


The Bully

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in General-Literary Poems, Love Poems

©2005 Susan Noyes Anderson

You say I’m “always right.” Go get the rope!
Slap me in chains and throw away the key.
Charge me with leading you too forcefully,
your mind impelled up my unyielding slope
(not even time to scan your horoscope),
bowled over by the power that is me.
How rather omnipotent I must be
to move another so, against his will
and quite without design, perfect the skill
of bringing forth blameless impotency.
However do I do it? All must bow
in deference to the mighty sword I wield.
And yet, one question, if you will allow…
Are you excused? Did you not choose to yield?


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