Tag: poetry
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Photo: FreepikPoetry 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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Photo: Adobe StockPoetry corner: November
by Babet Berning Winter is coming, Every year again. Sweaters on, Dresses off. Winter is coming, Every year again. Days shorten, Sunlight decreases. Winter is coming, Every year again. Thunderclouds forming, The canals freezing over. Winter is coming, Every year again. Sleeping more, Sleeping late. Winter is coming, Every year again,…
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Our talentshow winner Oriane Omnes!Pictures from Unikum’s Talentshow!
Earlier in October, Unikum hosted a talentshow, where you could participate and show your true talents! We had a mix of poetry, song, comedy, and even some geography? Take a look! We had such a blast this day! All pictures are taken by Vlad-Florin Pop.
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Photo: AdobeStocksPoem corner: October
THE KETTLE – Evgeniia Kadyrova the kettle is boiling on the cooker and I’m sitting there the sound literally deafens me and I’m sitting the sound penetrates every cell of my tired body as I sit the whistling of the kettle is already a part of me as I sit …
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Poetry corner: August
poetry becomes the most difficult thing when you are clutching tears like secrets close to your chest, not letting a drop fall in case it shatters your world. “to speak or to die” – we keep the phrase engraved in our veins, yet speaking in poetry becomes difficult when you have died a hundred…
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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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Vector by upklyak via FreepikThe Most Beautiful Girl in the World
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Photo: Anjali MariampillaiAlbum Review: Did you know that there’s a tunnel under Ocean Blvd
The queen of melancholy is back! And no, I’m not talking about my pathetic and sad self, but the lovely lady who makes depression and heartbreak sound heavenly, romantic, and glamorous – miss Lana Del Rey herself! The American singer-songwriter has now released her ninth album. Following her last success Blue Banisters in 2021, she…
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Photo: Anjali MariampillaiSoda bottle tulips
The smell of fresh coffee tickles my nose as I sit across of a much younger me. I smile at her, watching her eat the orange slices I cut up for her. She looks curiously at the slice in her hand, watching how the juice is trickling down her small fingers. She lifts her head…
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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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Photo: FreepikLinguistica 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…