Tag: poems
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Poetry Corner: December
my pockets are full of candy wrappers. to write is to feel. i unwrap the strawberry candy of my words and let it slowly melt on my tongue, the plastic wrapper crinkles in my fist. i cannot steal butterflies, so i grow them, nourish them and feed them with my words, so that they will…
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Annotating books: what, why and how
You’re probably asking “Anjali, why the hell would you annotate fiction books like you’re reading for an exam?”. It’s because I’m insane, that’s why. Also, I hyper fixate on every book I read. But seriously, if you love books just as much as me, then annotating is a fun activity you can incorporate into your…
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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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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: 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…