April is National Poetry Month in the U.S., so throughout the month TheBody.com will be collecting original poems about living with, or being affected by, HIV/AIDS. You can read, enjoy and comment on all the poems here. Thanks to everybody who submits!
You can email your poems to email@example.com with the subject line "Poetry: [Title of Your Piece]." Be sure to specify what name or alias you'd like to use, as well as any details about yourself that you feel comfortable letting readers know -- your age, the city you live in, your gender, etc. Please note that if we post something you send us, it can be Googled, so be sure to think through what kind of information you want to provide.
If you'd rather send us a poem without having to use email, use our feedback page. You can leave out any contact information, but please write "POETRY" at the top of the form so we can spot it easily.
Poems From Our Readers
- A Poem by Dave R. (posted May 6)
"Fate gave him a talent to inspire and delight / and his lost love could see from beyond the mist / that he was loved even more and this was right."
- A Poem by Brooke Davidoff (posted May 6)
"How long will I last with this disease? / How will it affect my son / when he's old enough to know what mommy's vitamins are?"
- A Poem by Geno Pensanti (posted April 19)
"Beams of light dancing on the ancient floor / lead me toward the threshold, / where I long to hear the sweet song of life / being sung in the warmth of the other side."
- A Poem by Rory Kilalea (posted April 19)
"I do not know how to pray. / I only know how to talk / at you, God."
- A Poem by Michael Wright (posted April 19)
"I used to say Death and I had met on several occasions, / but we just didn't get along. / Now we must become friends."
- A Poem by TG Green (posted April 19)
"I hear you talk bad about people with HIV. / Don't you know it hurts us? / Why not nurture a person living with HIV? / Ask me how I am today."
- A Poem by Edward Boss (posted April 16)
"The silver box you clutched so tight / in your twilight scorn was only empty, / and not of this world or mine, / no trace of the crimes evil dust within / that could sing us a warning / as it flowed into the torn fabric of our mind."
- A Poem by Paula V. Reid (posted April 9)
"My walk is hard and the road is tough, / but with your help it could be gentler. / I am reaching out to you."
Curious to read through poems we've posted in past years? Check out our previous National Poetry Month collections!
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