Expectations Poems
In the middle of nowhere
by Mario Odekerken
In the middle of nowhere,
there is no map to follow,
only the sound of your breath
and the stretch of sky too wide to measure.
No signs,no fences-
just the hush of things not asking to be found.
You walk not to arrive,
but because stillness would mean forgetting
you are still alive.
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Duality of expectations
by Kaylee Wilson
I never see the waves of grief coming
why would I
I’m not dead
yet
every now and then
I think about all the things
that have happened in my life,
everything I thought I was desensitized to,
and I am unbearably saddened
because what I went through
......
Confines Of Intelligence Deceptive Trap
by Kator Lutso
In shadows of intelligence, a young man stood,
His mind ablaze, his spirit pure and good.
A brilliant flame, a flicker of creativity,
But society's pressure whispered for conformity.
With dreams of literature and arts so fine,
He yearned to let his creativity truly shine.
But the world, in its wisdom, had other plans,
Forcing the young man into law's demanding hands.
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Early mornings
by Mario Odekerken
The world wakes slowly,
as if unsure
whether to rise or stay quiet.
Light leaks through the edges
of the curtain,
not bold-
just enough
to remind you
that time moves
......
Butterfly Beauty
by YingDu Le
You see that butterfly?
It’s beautiful right, but isn’t it also a bit scary, when looking at plain sight.
I don’t know about you,
But it sometimes seems like that beauty is not always good to have or to yearn for.
What is even beauty?
Is it something you can measure by asking the population’s opinion?
Is it something I have to conform to depending in what beauty world I live in?
I am my own person, and I don’t want it any other way, but the butterfly is sometimes still there, flying around, questioning and pestering you.
But when you touch it it’s apparently dangerous,
Because then it’s not able to fly anymore.
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Erwartungen
by Mario Odekerken
Erwartungen
stehen am Horizont,
Wolken schwer vom Regen,
der vielleicht nie fällt.
Sie dehnen sich aus
jenseits der Reichweite der Hände,
sanfte Versprechen,
die unter ihrem eigenen Gewicht sich biegen.
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Verwachtingen
by Mario Odekerken
Verwachtingen
staan aan de horizon,
wolken zwaar van regen
die misschien nooit valt.
Ze strekken zich uit
buiten het bereik van handen,
zachte beloften
die buigen onder hun eigen gewicht.
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Expectations
by Mario Odekerken
Expectations
sit on the horizon,
like clouds heavy with rain
that may never fall.
They stretch
beyond the reach of hands,
soft promises
that bend under their own weight.
......
Early mornings
by Mario Odekerken
The world wakes slowly,
as if unsure
whether to rise or stay quiet.
Light leaks through the edges
of the curtain,
not bold-
just enough
to remind you
that time moves
......
In the middle of nowhere
by Mario Odekerken
In the middle of nowhere,
there is no map to follow,
only the sound of your breath
and the stretch of sky too wide to measure.
No signs,no fences-
just the hush of things not asking to be found.
You walk not to arrive,
but because stillness would mean forgetting
you are still alive.
......
