Etiqueta: poetry
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Talking to Self by Kushal Poddar
Madness grabs my collar, shakes out my rage, shame, memories, and their wrinkled balls fill out the blank spaces in the housing. Blessed be forgiveness! I remember all my sins. «Oh, shut up!» Screams my next door aged woman. I realise that aloneness too is a memory. I say, «Hi,…
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Roots, Essence, Focus by Paul Tristram
I am ‘grounded’ within myself. Needing no external validation … all slings and arrows fall target-less. The artist does not grOW amongst applause, crowds, parties … but, alone, crouched in darkened, isolated corners… perfecting their craft… ‘diligently’. © Paul Tristram 2026
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Raccoons By Gopal Lahiri
Every day on my way to the river channel, They dance on the drain eating frogs and fish. Their shoulders as if, held the sky balanced, they stand in awe so that the earth’s basis stays. drinking the foul ditch as and when. The happy alleys and houses where they…
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«Bittersweet Memories» by Danna Garbida
«Bittersweet Memories» by Danna Garbida I anxiously touched the last message you sent,Where distant uncovered, and took me breathless.Hands went stoned, eyes got soaked.The pastures blue, drifted away truth unveiled. In the hot weather afternoon, I got lost in time.A bittersweet memories were back in line.Letters I recall in the…
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Shall I Go Gently? By Lynn White
I’ve always been indecisive and I’m still undecided but soon I will have to choose whether to build my ship, and furnish it comfortably and sail with you gently into the dark into oblivion gently or to rage and fight scratch and bite kick and scream so that you have…
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«A Sacred Vow» by Winnie
«A Sacred Vow» by Winnie We are twobut destined to be oneas this binding contractwill seal a lifelong love Let’s not make promiseswe won’t keepbut try our bestin accepting each other’s shortcomings Let’s say “I do”,commit to a union designed by Godbe selfless with mutual supportuntil the end of time…
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Daughters of the Forbidden Tree by Munmun Samanta
I touched the smooth, shiny skin of the apple. Curiosity blazed like a flame. Like a moth, I dived into it. And then darkness followed. I had learnt that knowledge is light. Yet I was a trespasser in God’s domain. With a single bite, thorns sprang from the earth like…
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The Poetry of Charles van Heck (Editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
NOTES ON A SKETCH MADE AT A PASTURE’S EDGE Half moon in a lake blue skyReflecting cloudsCrows circling shadowsOver cut paths of SeptemberDry hay bales shade wovenPurplish blue on a broad flank hillAt the field’s edge Queen Anne’s LaceButter-colored golden rodsSeed laden milkweedsWaiting on the stalled breathOf a breeze for…
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Again and again to happen… Jane Aguiar
Image remains in the heart from birth to birth that is what drives love again and again to move forward Love triggers love binds both threads under the boundless sky again and again to teach them lessons The natural friendly dark night triggers two souls again and again to come…
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«Lies» by Kristine Joy Verdeflor Scianneux
«Lies» by Kristine Joy Verdeflor Scianneux Late night texting,What are you doing?Who are you talking?Who is that girl?Her number is not even registered. You said it’s nothing.She’s just your colleague,But why she takes most of your time?Why you have those gifts on your truck?Is it from her? What’s going on?Tell…
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Playthings by Lynn White
It’s the need to possess that baffles me, the need to own objects of no decorative or use value, objects destined to become encumbrances sooner or later, passive playthings out of their time moved on into a time when even the box, it’s wrapping and ribbons fails to excite creativity.…
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«Cradle» by Noel Aquino
«Cradle» by Noel Aquino I wish to return home to nightswhere Christmas carols fill the atmospherewatching my grandmother dearsparkle among yellow, red, and green lights,and the smell of firework smokein this lilac memory,is full of laughter and hope. I wish to sleep among the soundof bottle crown tambourines,clanking, and singing…
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A Dream in a Robins’ Red Breast by Tony Ashenden
It is the smallest thing attended leastI most connect. Suddenly a feather touchalerts my sleeping mind, and there’s a Robinperched upon my rod puffing his red breastseemingly larger than the hovered sun, biggerthan the fish I wait to catch, and somehowmore important than myself. Head cocked sees the maggots in…
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Simpler Ancestors by Lucius Falkland
I think of Darwin in his Down House study Surrounded by smudged sketches of different kinds of finch, Being flown back, in a moment, to simpler ancestors Who slept in kapok trees and bonded by picking fleas From each other’s hazel-haired backs, and squeezing hands, And caressing each other’s naked…
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«As The River Flows» by Lynn White
«As The River Flows» by Lynn White The river flows bybut doesn’t carry me with itas I sit solidly on the bank sidewatching my reflection fragmentingand reforming.It can’t carry away my reflection either,can only move it around,destroy andrecreate itwith a bit of a breaking backdropwhich,on reflectiontells me little about where I…
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Janey’s brother’s by John Yamrus
father’s cousin’s mother was eighteen when she went on the road with young Jack, who looked so good, leaning up against that wall with a pack of smokes and a pen sticking out of his shirt pocket. it didn’t take long for it to all go bad and she was…
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