Tag: poem

Street Artist

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Street Artist

I have always been fascinated by people who paint outside, especially in the heart of a city. They seem so immersed in their work.

Just Another Poet

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Just Another Poet

Just another poet. There will always be another poet to take my place.

let it be

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let it be

let insanity run its course let wells dry and thoughts go awry embrace the natural rivers of intention let the sound of silence become…

To M.

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To M.

Maybe these words are my Ariadne’s thread whenever I lose my bearings in that absurd maze they unwisely call life.

The Music Plays On

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The Music Plays On

A gatling gun of a poem, splicing and juxtaposing the mundane and the horrific and how they’re intertwined.

Happy Birthday Dad

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Happy Birthday Dad

Written on my father’s 100th birthday. Even though he left this world many years ago, he will never be forgotten by me.

Ruminating Spume

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Ruminating Spume

A bottle on a Mediterranean beach provokes childhood nostalgia.

Sylvia’s Eulogy

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Sylvia’s Eulogy

The coldness of the premature loss of a beloved.

Chrysanthemum

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Chrysanthemum

Inspired from the verse “Requiescat” written by an Anglo-Irish poet. Chrysanthemum, however, is dedicated to my late grandmother.

In My Will

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In My Will

In my will, there will be a pinball machine. A renovated jukebox from American Pickers, a cable TV show. For the taverns, bars…

Birthing Pains

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Birthing Pains

Giving birth in a war zone

If Humans Grew Wings

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If Humans Grew Wings

Imagines a hypothetical future where we have grown wings and explores whether that world would be different from our society today.

Bend and Break

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Bend and Break

Love leaving one broken, like letting a partner hold your self worth, which so easily can be given away but is nearly impossible to get back.

Children Play Among Ruins of War

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Children Play Among Ruins of War

Describes how children play even in the horrific circumstances of war alongside the scars and fears that haunt them.

Still Among The Dead

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Still Among The Dead

This poem came in a fever dream and has haunted me ever since.

The One Who Remembers

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The One Who Remembers

She’s the last one alive who remembers. Her hair is grey and shining. And her skin is barely wrinkled, a rose-pink that’s also petal-soft.

Modernist Poetry

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Modernist Poetry

Modernist literature is characterized by a break with traditions of literary subjects, forms, concepts and styles.