The Friday Poem

A poem every Friday

The Friday Poem

Welcome to The Friday Poem Archive. During 2021 – 2024 we published original poems, reviews of poetry collections & pamphlets, and features about poetry, here on this site. There are more than 700 posts for you to browse – this page displays a random selection, refresh the page for more, or you can use the Search function or do an Archive search, both top right, if you know what you’re looking for. Now The Friday Poem posts on Substack – come and take a look. You can subscribe, also top right, or via our Substack – if you do, you’ll get a post in your inbox on most Friday mornings ready for you to enjoy with your mid-morning beverage. Keep on poeting, poets!

Painting showing a woman sitting at a table with a red and white check tablecloth, she is drinking coffee and a small brown dachshund has its paws on the table next to her.
Three pieces of fruit, made out of wood on a pale background. Pretty sure one is a pear and more than 80% sure that another represents an apple. The last could well be a beef tomato, then again a teeny pumpkin fits too.
Christmas Quiz Answers
A a detail from Hieronymus Bosch’s ‘The Garden of Earthly Delights’. It's a night scene showing fires and silhouettes of houses. At the bottom right light shines through an archway.
Black text on white reads: ‘The Wheel by Kathryn Bevis' with half a a small yellow Friday Poem blob setting over the bottom right hand edge.
The Friday Poem 'Portrait of the Poet as an Artist' by Chris Edgoose
Stewart Sanderson standing in a field in front of the Cheviots. He is smiling.. well, why not? It looks like a great place.
Headshots of 12 reviewers. They are smiling or looking intently at the camera.
A photograph of a man wearing a spotless white shirt, a paisley tie and a beige cardigan. Only the lower half of the face is visible,
A fancy proscenium arch on a stage in gold and red. Underneath on the stage are a man and a woman in Arabic dress.
The Friday Poem 'Flying the Lanner' by Tony Curtis
About the Building