Categoría: poetry
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The Saddest Lines After Pablo Neruda and Johannes Pietsch By: Alexis Araneta
The Saddest Lines After Pablo Neruda and Johannes Pietsch By: Alexis Araneta I’m done writing the saddest linesYet the onyx silk sky still stretchesOver two lands groaning in the duskAnd the sapphire stud constellationsStill shiver from lightyears away I’m done writing the saddest linesMy tongue’s vanilla clouds have dissipatedAnd the…
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“woman singing red falling as a waterfall” by Yongbo Ma, Helen Pletts, and Nolcha Fox
and a solitary shadow wading into the redalong with the notes and their shady flow,the red stairs are light flux and musicand black night switches their shimmer full on (Helen) She is a white bird warbling, lighting up the night.Notes escape her throat and tumble downthe red stairs of passion,…
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Bats at Bedtime by LindaAnn LoSchiavo
She dreamt of bats — — as unpredictableAs daring trapeze artists, dangling likeA lazy symphony of Spanish mossConducted by the wind, escaping fromMysterious caves, drowsy debutantesAlert to predators, heat-seeking forms,Runes darkening night’s alphabets, fallenAngels illegible in their descent.
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I memorized By Christina Chin & Paul Callus
Christina Chin (plain) / Paul Callus (italic) the unsaid I memorized your coffee order and ravishing beauty ~ a barista’s visual association Christina Chin (Malaysia) / Paul Callus (Malta) https://archive.org/details/@christina_chin_haiku_art/uploads Grokipedia profile: https://grokipedia.com/page/Christina_Chin YouTube: https://youtube.com/@christinachinhaikuart972?si=HYByM–YvBgUkifK WordPress: https://christinachin99blog.wordpress.com Blogspot: https://haikuzyg.blogspot.com
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Tanka —01 by Luanne Castle
after Woman with a Sunflower (1905) by Mary Cassatt sunflowers were the symbol of the National American Woman Suffrage Association notice the title the placement on her bosom the sunlike flower and wonder its importance to a sweet maternity notice the daughter a lamb in its innocence tender reflection of…
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«Unrequited Love» by Bianca Alina
«Unrequited Love» by Bianca Alina My lips are bloodstained and bruised,for I have bitten too deeply into the tender flesh of hope,drinking the poison of my own undoing.I loved you to the point of agony.I sought you in every beautiful thing I touched, whispering my devotion,while you heard only the…
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2 Poems by John Yamrus
there’s a ton ofreasonswhy Carl left, but,if you ask Maggie, notone of themwas any goodand neither was Carl. ~~ she looked me rightin the eye and said:these things are incredible. yourpoems have wings. i’llrememberevery single one of them fora long, long time. then,she put my bookback on the table, turned…
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Foreigner by Gopal Lahiri
My city strums for the children all those notes suspended above one another like a chosen melody they then rise and the clouds layer the darkening sky I remember your hands raising in broken lines of lyrics somewhere at the four points crossing someone shouts Will I be the foreigner…
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5 Bach Poems by Richard LeDue
After Bach Hearing Bach’s Chaconneembellished in such a waythat emotions become flowersone buys for a first dateor for a gravestonenamed after someone you loved,and the mathematical precisionstarts to get sloppylike a drunk kisson New Year’s Eve,leaving Bach’s wife stilldead and buriedwhile he was away. ~~ Where Death Isn’t Silence Brahms…
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«Claustrophobia» by Karlyn Miraflor
«Claustrophobia» by Karlyn Miraflor Dauntless summer sky,simmering anxiety at dawn.It greets me with courtesy in between midnight and endless fear.I continuously track the timeFixating over «how many minutes» left, before it drains me alive. Here within I suffocate in silence.Windows slam open as they wave «hello» at my anxious looking…
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Time is a heartless thief. by John Coyote
1- Time will steal everything we known and what we loved. We will grow old and we will forget, once we danced, once we loved to sing and once, we adored love. Time is a heartless thief. 2- Once I wished for forever and a day. Once we made midnight…
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Delightful Drought by A. Cyr
Before she left for college,we played stripped Twisteron sweaty summer nightsthat set the forest ablaze. I tucked her dark bangs,kissed her olive neck.She squirmed when I tickled her.I’d call her name and throwa pillow at her head.Her eyes sought to bury me alive—then she’d smile.
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«Ascension» by Francisco Bravo Cabrera
ASCENSION pour me another oneas tall as you cancongratulationsto the comics on broadwaythey don’t make me laughselling used cars at three amscrubbing wrinklesbullets ripping through dreamer fleshshaved underarmsfouled underwearhow does one modernise a crucifixiondrinking microplasticsi’ll have another gin tonicmove aside caricatureit’s coltrane’sascension in my eartonight (Valencia, 28 JUN 2026, Francisco…
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Microcosm by Gopal Lahiri
Like a pebble skimming across a glacier a tone setting prophecy and harbinger. Like a pair of forlorn eyebrows some mention of its very first breath. Like stay back and think of turmoil an end and a beginning. Like a whisper heard in the last tram a tale written in…
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«The Clock» by Miriam Costa
«The Clock» by Miriam Costa The soul with its clock = tick-tock and other seconds I steal to remain out of sync.Waking up = I have wandered through dreams, and in the morning rhythm, I cast off my weariness—that time which passes and leaves everything hushed. Outside myself = much…
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Currents by Scott Thomas Outlar
What really shifted my focus was reality hitting, slapping, knocking the snot out of me with health and new reasons to rejoice/proclaim: hallelujah A spring rain, midday large tree branches, logs floating down the creek waterfall pulsed to overflow of lust and love of sex and drama of the natural…
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