Feelings Poems
CHILD: ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
Child is the heart of human..
Listen when they speak.
Treat them kindly.
Comfort them when they cry.
Teach them devotedly.
Correct them compossionately.
Love them unconditionally.
Child is the defeat of death.
I met a word - Alexis karpouzos
by alexis karpouzos
Last night, in my dream,
while i wandering in the wild lands
and crossing silent shadows,
i met a word and ask:
''What's your name?
''My name is love
and i'm alone in life,
i need you,
otherwise will be lost the dream''.
I answered: ''We need you too,
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YOU CAME IN TO THIS WORLD: ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
You came in to this world
with enough light to find
your way out of the dark,
enough kindness to save a soul,
enough love to shift a planet.
Don't worry, you are enquipped
with all you could ever need.
Look with in,
you are drenched in magic.
TAKE MY HAND: ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
Take my hand.
We will walk.
We will only walk.
We will enjoy our walk without
thinking of arriving anywhere.
DEAR HUMAN: ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
Dear human,,
You shine, you fly and rise
and fall and die.
Remember and cry,
you hurt and endured
and you heal and forget.
You live through the beauty of messing up
and the grace of stumbling.
You're flawed and fabulous.
When my heart goes weak
by Mario Odekerken
When my heart goes weak,
it doesn't break,
it folds inward,
like a flower closing at dusk.
Words blur at the edges,
and silence becomes shelter.
I do not cry,
I listen
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Dwalend door jouw gedachten
by Mario Odekerken
Ik loop
zonder richting,
langs herinneringen
die ik nooit heb beleefd,
beelden die jou dragen
zoals stilte een naam kan dragen.
Niets is van mij hier,
en toch blijf ik,
alsof jij mij ergens
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In de sneltrein van Den Helder naar Maastricht
by Mario Odekerken
In de sneltrein van Den Helder naar Maastricht,
dacht ik aan jou-
hoe de rails onder mij zongen,
zoals mijn gedachten trilden op de
rand van herinnering.
De landschappen schoven voorbij
als oude foto's in sepia,
maar steeds viel ik terug
op dat ene beeld
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do you have a heart?
by Odelia Grace David
It’s cold, really cold.
“Gosh you talk a lot,”
“Philosophy, politics, just shut up.”
Not a snow cold, or a sweater cold.
Maybe it's not the weather that's cold, thought about it?
Maybe it's your heart, or you who's cold.
“Gosh don't be so sensitive, don't overthink it.”
But if you aren't mad about it, have you heard it?
If you aren't sad, did you see it?
If you don't mind, do you feel it, do you even breath?
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Wanneer vlinders wakker worden
by Mario Odekerken
Vlinders in je buik,
alsof iets binnenin je
plots begint te zweven.
Je adem stokt bij een blik,
je hart slaat sneller
zonder dat je het vraagt.
Elke stap voelt lichter,
alsof de wereld
een beetje mooier is geworden.
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