Story Poems
The Mirror
by El Mann
Little Billy Chapman was a good boy he was,
Madam mummy and sir daddy he dared not cross.
"Go stand in the corner!" the teachers would say,
At the lunch table the mean kids often chased him away.
But for little Billy it was not all bad,
For special company he always had.
In the dark solitude he did find
A magic mirror of some kind.
His little secret the world did not know,
The mysterious magic he swore to never show.
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Chapstick
by Teo Luchin
There’s a quiet in the clutter,
a stillness in the scattered remnants
of days that blur together.
A sock without a partner,
an empty gum container,
dead batteries waiting for a final farewell.
all of them stranded in the corners of the everyday,
reminders of the passing time.
I used to resent them, these remnants of ownership,
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Swallows
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Swallow does not only describe aves or birds
He is the embodiment of a being who comes and visits this earth to provide benefits
From the towering coral duwur mountains to the sky that they have steady
Presented the beauty and exposure of nature that rises from the bottom of the ocean as a natural textbook
It is possible that history will not unravel the story and even become a fairy tale when the father or mother supports their children in bedtime.
The place where the swallow became endemic in the mountains seemed to unravel a folklore that at that time the consort of King Kartasura was sick and cured only by drinking a sponge which was none other than a swallow's nest.
Or is it really the image that has been attached to Adipati Surti as a hero and was forced to marry Suryawati because she was attracted to her beauty even though she was of a different nature?
Everyone was amazed by the elegant dance how this was reflected in real life
'तुजे जीना सीखा रही थी'
by SANJAY SAHARAN
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मैंने कल एक झलक जिंदगी को देखा,
वो मेरी राह में गुनगुना रही थी...
मैं ढूंढ़ रहा था उसे इधर उधर,
वो ऑंख मिचोली कर मुस्कुरा रही थी...
एक अरसे के बाद आया मुझे करार,
वो थपकी दे मुझे सुला रही थी...
......
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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The Story Etched in Heaven on Earth
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Under the vast and silent sky, a young man raised his gaze to the twinkling stars above. He always felt that the stars held a special story for him, a story carved with light in the night sky.
On the other side of the world, there was a girl who also loved to look at the stars. She felt that there was something special every time she looked at the stars, as if they were whispering to her about a love she had yet to find.
One night, under the same blanket of stars, the young man and young woman found themselves thinking about love and hope. Unbeknownst to them, the twinkling stars above were actually forming a pattern that carried a message for the two of them.
The message was "A sincere heart will always find its way." The stars became silent witnesses to their meeting that had yet to happen, but was already written in the night sky. A love story carved in the name of heaven, waiting to be realized.
Sometime later, fate brought them together at an art event. They felt as if they had known each other for a long time, just as the stars told them on that silent night. Their love story begins, with the stars as silent witnesses who always remind them of the story carved in the night sky.
Jakarta, 3 January 2025
Yayu's AI New Forum
by Yayu Uppsurya
In New Forum, where shutters dam the sun's stream,
A quilt of souls in a chessboard's dream.
A crush of commerce in a serpentine dance,
Where shadows flicker, and silence prances.
Smiths and spinners, a chorus of toil,
Their labor weaves dreams on the loom of will.
Cries of merchants in measured tone,
Echo through arches, time's own drone.
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Chapstick
by Teo Luchin
There’s a quiet in the clutter,
a stillness in the scattered remnants
of days that blur together.
A sock without a partner,
an empty gum container,
dead batteries waiting for a final farewell.
all of them stranded in the corners of the everyday,
reminders of the passing time.
I used to resent them, these remnants of ownership,
......
Our Childhood
by Pijush Biswas
We were Ten; although half-grown old
Now, peep through clouds still
Long at a distance the sun does fill
Our minds, with happiness sold.
We were Ten!
Together we were dear to all often.
We were Ten; although half-grown old
Now, cross the river yet
The bridge under feet told-
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'तुजे जीना सीखा रही थी'
by SANJAY SAHARAN
🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂
मैंने कल एक झलक जिंदगी को देखा,
वो मेरी राह में गुनगुना रही थी...
मैं ढूंढ़ रहा था उसे इधर उधर,
वो ऑंख मिचोली कर मुस्कुरा रही थी...
एक अरसे के बाद आया मुझे करार,
वो थपकी दे मुझे सुला रही थी...
......
