Category: Dikt
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Poetry Corner
[resemantization] A sound and its own halo above me constructing new horizons of views unseen Yet I remain myself Behind the grazing fields of sound A new world of poetics [poetic license] Poems like to talk about themselves And hide behind metaphors But I am not like that I recoil when…
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Linguistica Poetry Night Poems
Ahmed Al Saidy Rebirth Forget it all, Remain reason. Walk with me so, To entertain. You know nothing, You were just born. Therefore question, That which you know. What is this world? What are these walls? What is this floor? But these are wrong. What is this thing, Which we deem “world”? What are…
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Dikt hjørne/Poetry corner: february
Ida Har barbert leggene og lagt leppestift krøllet hår mot nystrøket bluse eplebåter til frokost skjelver, røde porselen-lepper slår sprekker det raser i de innerste rom hvor mange søyler står igjen, sekunder har jeg nå Hodet i sola Jeg har hodet i sola mellom tærne mine haster mennesker forbi hverandre gjennom mørke gater …
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Poem: Arguably the best feeling
oh, how when you kiss me it feels like the soft push of the keys on a piano. a gentle reminder of my favourite piece, a familiar touch to the heart. you make me flicker and flutter like a warm flame of a candlelight on a late october evening. a rosy blush appears…
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Poem: New Seasons
New Seasons The heart opens heavily It’s like there is no muscle memory anymore Everything changed within The rain and the snow formed new seasons To live in, to live by But when you go back to them The heart opens heavily Covered in snow and being rained upon I saw myself as…
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Poem: [library science]
[library science] te scriu te citesc viața ta e o carte necunoscută ținută în lanțuri în sihăstrie o jumătate de sărut ca o dragoste incompletă aș fi vrut să îți scriu mai multe să mă placi mai mult dar, indiferent, rămân cu zâmbetul pe buze acelea pe care nu le vei mai atinge …
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Play Pretend
play pretend and then i’ll see you at christmas maybe one or two times in the summer on the drives to beaches our friends wanna go to and then we’ll have to pretend that we have definitely spoken for months that you know what i have been up to living so far away from…
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Dikt: Bølge mot kyst
du er slik bølgene slår mot kysten føttene mine graver seg ned i sanden mens du drar meg inn sakte bølge etter bølge men ikke helt jeg er aldri helt din du er aldri helt min vi er på kanten slik bølge mot kyst
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Poem: [reading / un-reading]
I read the poems written in the past years citesc poemele scrise în anii trecuți I reread them with a distorted attention le recitesc cu o atenție distorsionată I wish I had other words at hand aș fi vrut alte cuvinte pe care să le am la îndemână but, in truth, words are superfluous dar,…
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Poem: I need it to rain today
i need it to rain today cry a little in solidarity with me let it pour down in heavy tears let me listen to the sound of your fears i need it to rain today so i can have these impurities sticks and stones washed away i need it to rain today so…
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Poem: Polarization
Polarizare de Paul-Daniel Golban necunoscutul împarte întotdeauna lumina în direcții opuse un funigel te îmbrățișează de mâini – vara cea dogoritoare a trecut iar soarele tot mai negru lasă treptat loc toamnei cumpătate un ochi zâmbește zăpezii – (iarna lumina surâde pe un fulg de nea) celălalt plânge după dispariția păsărilor care despart…
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Poem: In the Depths of an Ocean
In the depths of an ocean time moves in slow motion. The water gets colder, but my soul smolders. While the light becomes blind, I lose my peace of mind. I dive to find out the unknown which illuminates the darkness like a precious stone. The water trembles with me, I’m getting closer to another…
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Poem: My Tears Are Fireworks That Are Still Crying
I wake up in the hospital I do not remember much, yet at the same time I remember everything the chimera is a wound on my chest a broken dream that is close to healing as I prevent myself from peeling it my eyes were made for crying tears launch intensely from my eyes while…
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Dikt: Voksesmerter
ingen forteller deg hvor vondt det kjennes i knærne når knoklene brister du faller til grunns i bakken til du hører det knuse i kroppen for ingen forteller deg at det å vokse opp betyr at man brytes ned først og at livet blir litt mer som et timeglass der man blir snudd opp og…