Etiqueta: poetry
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“Men of the Great River” by Yongbo Ma
You have seen brave men upon the great riverimagined their haggard faces at break of dayyou know if you follow any river far enoughyou will surely find them all The dragged boat shadowsseem frozen still in duskunreal rays of lightfall equally on your face and theirs Their hands stretched through…
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«ART OF STITCHES» by Friscia Magbanua
«ART OF STITCHES» by Friscia Magbanua My heart hurtsfrom everythingit never wanted to become.A house for grief.A museum of goodbyes.A monster stitched togetherby love that couldn’t stay. my chest becamea creature held togetherby scars instead of stitches. Em Em Magbanua is a poet and writer known for her evocative, emotionally charged…
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Haiku by Joshua St. Claire
Mountain Haiku the low cloudsover the mountain100 miles distant hazy mountainthe houseflyon the window leaving the mountain becoming clouds last thunderechoing on blue mountainFeste’s voice stratocumulus radiatusa line of geesetoward long mountain at the top of the hemlock where the mountain ends just lying therein the hyacinth windblue mountain midsummer…
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ON ANY GIVEN DAY by Jeffrey Zable
As I write this, I’m growing older, not so much so that you’d notice it, but I notice it because I’ve been thinking about it— how wherever I am and whatever I’m doing brings me closer to that inevitable place. And thinking of that inevitable place sometimes scares me, and…
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Poems on Aging by Lynn White
A Question of Identity On her 90th birthday, she looked in the mirrorand tried to identify the face looking back.She felt the same as ever.But the face,that was the mystery.How could she connect the two,how she felt and how she looked.Perhaps a mystic would tell herthat the face had been…
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Panic by Christina Chin & Paul Callus
watching your lip movement I call the wrong name jumping the gun forced by panic mode Christina Chin (Malaysia) / Paul Callus (Malta) Note: Christina Chin (plain) / Paul Callus (italic)
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«Crucifix» by Karlyn Miraflor
«Crucifix» by Karlyn Miraflor I lay awake dead and empty in the hollow arms of lonely, darkness is all what I can see.Buried six feet under the furies of my rotten self,I struggle to cleanse «the old me.»Pride and arrogance- when will you set me free? I stare at your…
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«The Rain» a poem by Francisco Bravo Cabrera
THE RAIN The sky is empty, can’t call it blue. The horizon is serrated, and every morning the sun comes up like it has something to prove. The fields remember water filling the cracks. Rust colours fences and grass. A tractor coughing itself awake before birds decide whether it’s worth…
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‘A RIVER NAMED SOCIAL MEDIA’ by Abhilash Fraizer
Everybody knows it and everybody flows in it. But no one knows its origin. Its birth was simple and small for sure; As a babbling baby’s talk, Then a friendly exchange of letters, A family affair; a friendly affair. No one knows from which point The tiny candid stream swelled…
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“her dad” by John Yamrus
her dad wasdifferentfrom other dads. hetook goodcare of her, andshe loved him, but hecried a lot,and sometimes helooked scared.
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«The One They Didn’t Hear» by Francisco Bravo Cabrera
The One They Didn’t Hear I walk on cracked pavement,stubborn weeds.The city cannot see its reflection.But the sky still breathes.They called it wandering.I called it paying attention. Silence can sound like failureif you fear stillness.Tomorrow rubs her greasy hands on your cheeks,you cannot stop it.Distance undresseswhat chaos places in suits…
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Odes to Buddhism, Part 2, by Yongbo Ma
Ode to Maitreya The dream-responding peak ranks among the five sacred hills.Xuedou Mountain towers high, bathed in the breeze of mercy.Sack slung o’er shoulder, he traverses mortal lands.His heart contains heaven and all earthly trace.The colossal bronze statue, unmatched worldwide.His smiling eyes pierce all worldly divide.He dwell among mankind, not…
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«The Bird That Sang Of Love» by Bianca Alina
«The Bird That Sang Of Love» by Bianca Alina I turned my heart into a stone, hurling it at every bird that sang of love. I silenced them all—save for the one trapped inside my chest. Nestled so close to my soul, yet utterly unreachable, that bird became my beautiful…
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5 Poems About Time by Richard LeDue
A Dead Kiss Listening to Ronnie Drewsing about a time dead enoughto need the afterlifethat’s born from music,and the way it waswas different, which some hate,even if others back then didn’t thinkabout future history booksas they made love,leaving the present feelinglike a dried-out flowerthat could easily be dismissedas trash or…
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THE PAINTED BLACK by Uchechukwu Onyedikam
Standing the boy stood bereaved, beneath the mourning darkness as he awaits the Moon to budge: his outlook choked with uncertainty, & troubled with dismay… Un-cheer in an oasis of the lost night wandering in silent tears, talking to his mama’s empty body to gain back weight of life… Everyday…
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Endless Solitary Campfires by Paul Tristram
Confusion… and everything seems to belong in brackets these days… except me and my shadow. When ‘Comfort’ becomes a foreign currency and you’re Abyss-stuck … castaway… no signal fire, and way past the point of being able to imagine ever getting ‘Rescued’… because this is NO movie, or story… it’s…
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