Short Poems
Stargazing
by Zemde .
Imagine
The charcoal-with-sap-glitter,
Obsidian glass-domed,
gold sprinkled, dew shimmered,
elusively mountainous night sky;
With the porcelain and mother-of-pearl,
dragonfly wing, china-and-talc,
silvery, glowing moon hung on it.
A milk-gilded veil of clouds
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Seashell
by Zemde .
She sells sea shells
By the sea shore
Where the mermaids dance
Behind the green glass door
She shouts she yells
By the sea shore
And the waves, they echo
a resounding roar
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Strange creature
by Amelia Pond
The enigma walks on lonely roads.
Redemption of love from loss.
Strangers in the woods meet once,
never to meet again.
twist the blade
by Bogdan Dragos
again
she grabs a stool
and places it into the corner
of the room,
climbs on it, assumes the lotus position
and closes her eyes
and covers her ears with headphones
She faces the corner
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pink paint
by Bogdan Dragos
Pink
pink would be the right choice
because the doctor said it will be a girl
He would paint the room pink and await
her coming into the world
What a blessing
How fortunate he felt
His back and sides were tingling with
happiness
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Fleeting
by J. Burgess
In August last year
A travelling girl came to Glasgow –
She was a porcelain Australian flannel flower
I had matched with her on one of those dreadful apps
“You have came all the way to Scotland” Wow!
That whole game feels like a cowboy showdown, but it worked
We spent three nights together, one was my birthday night
Knowing we probably won’t see each other again
We’d joke I’d fly over every sea –
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I didn't deserve this
by Reem Khalaf
It took me one day
to mourn you
and 3 years
to mourn myself
Goodbye
by Amelia Pond
I meant to say goodbye to you
before you left and went elsewhere
somehow I never got the chance
so I watch you walk away
Strange creature
by Amelia Pond
The enigma walks on lonely roads.
Redemption of love from loss.
Strangers in the woods meet once,
never to meet again.
Like A Rose
by Arlo sakiora
Your gaze is like a rose
Your love is like a dose
I can't help but love you
then I ask, oh what should I do?
Sometimes I dislike myself
and put my thoughts up on a shelf
just like a book, I share them
display them, like a precious gem
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