Welcome to Your Daily Poem!
This site exists for one purpose only: to help dispel the ugly myth that poetry is boring. Granted, a lot of poetry is boring, but you won't find it here. At Your Daily Poem, you'll find poetry that is touching, funny, provocative, inspiring, and surprising. It may punch you in the gut, it may bring tears to your eyes, it may make you laugh out loud, but it most assuredly will not bore you.
Poetry on YDP--by poets living and long dead, famous to completely unknown--is specially selected for accessibility and appeal. If you enjoy the site, please pass it along; there's a "Share" button below to make that easy. And if you'd like to add a bit of poetry to your life on a regular basis, use the "Subscribe" button at the left and we'll deliver a poem directly to your mailbox daily, every Monday, or once a month.
You're encouraged to comment on any of the poems you see featured here; a simple registration process will allow you to do that. Registering will also allow you to participate and comment at the YDP Open Mic, where you can share your own poetry and get helpful feedback. Please bear in mind that Your Daily Poem attracts readers of all ages and mindsets; comments that are crude, insensitive, or inflammatory are unwelcome and will be removed.
Thanks so much for visiting. Content here is updated daily, so come back often or, better yet, become part of the YDP family and enjoy private commentary shared only with subscribers.
Remember: a poem a day keeps the doldrums away!
Be Present with the Pose
Ash-colored and lighter than dust
The spider roamed the center
Of the room where I wanted
To lay my purple yoga mat
And I wondered if she knew
She was breaking the important
Spider rule of crawling only
In shadowy corners or hidden
Places to ambush insects.
She wouldn't shoo when I flapped
The mat like a dark thundercloud
Above her head--stood her ground
Like a banyan tree, so I bent down,
Brought my face inches from her
Bristled legs and blew soft puffs
Until she sailed to rest along
The wall. There you go, I said
Then spread the mat and began
Soothing breaths--this is where
I would like this poem to end, but
Later in Sarvangasana,
Weight on my shoulders
And looking up, I saw the spider
On the ceiling looking down
Like a tiny guru. There you go,
She said, let your breath flow,
Be present with the pose.
© by Dennis Trujillo.
Used with the author's permission.
Post/view comments for this poem
Dennis Trujillo served twenty years in the U.S. Army, then spent fifteen years teaching math. He began writing poetry one day in the winter of 2010, when his high school staff forgot to notify him there was no school because it was a snow day. In the vacant classroom, he was overwhelmed with an impulse to write a poem titled "Snow Day". That one opened a floodgate of impulses for more; Dennis has been writing and publishing poems ever since. He now teaches English at Shinheung College in Uijeongbu, South Korea.