Longing Poems
A Sonnet of 34: The Soul Beneath the Stars
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Beneath the stars, my soul begins to weep,
For beauty’s light doth pierce this fragile clay;
In silence deep, my heart its vigil keep,
Awaiting dawn to kiss the dark away.
O night, thou keeper of my secret prayer,
Unveil the truth that hides in mortal shade;
I seek the realm where love is pure and rare,
Where time itself by faith is gently swayed.
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Running from Fate
by Birdie Lucas
I am fifteen and I do not dream of houses and husbands and children
Like the other girls around me
I am sixteen and I don’t care if the boys don’t notice me
I surely do not notice them
I am seventeen and I am so different from everyone in my town
I cannot wait to leave
I am eighteen and I am leaving for college
Finally free from the judgment of my small town
I am nineteen and I drop out
I pack my bags and move to a city
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If only I could travel as far as my eyes can see
by Marra Makinen
An eighteen hour trip with two layovers
But when the mechanical wings finally breach the clouds
It's worth it
This land, however distant, is lush and green
Hills mark the skyline and square patches show the division of farms like a patchwork quilt
White dots speckle the ground and I never realized so many sheep existed
It's different here
I can drink despite only being eighteen
Buses and trains take me places I only knew cars to take me before
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A Night Sky Affair
by Dan Tzcelle
A silvery dream upon the night sky
Shining betwixt the tiny shimmers
Queen of the dark alam is she,
Beauty resting upon her in sanctity
That mere words can’t help but flatter
Brimming with epics at her flower beds
That the poets sing praises
But none versed enough
To match her luminous attire
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I miss him
by Ghaafietha Amoodien
I caught myself missing him.
Realistically I don't know if I missed him or missed the routine,
The good morning text, getting through the day updating one another and the simplicity of having someone be present in your life.
I'm not sure if I missed him or if I missed the potential I saw in him, the way his mother convinced me he was a good guy when no one was around.
I'm not sure if I missed him or missed what could have been. We could have been something good and healthy. We could have healed one another's traumas. We could have been happy.
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Als de liefde fluistert
by Mario Odekerken
Als de liefde spreekt,verstomt de tijd,
dan danst mijn hart op elke lieve klank.
Jouw ogen,spiegels van oneindigheid,
een zachte aanraking,een warme drank,
jij bent de ster die mijn donkerte verdrijft.
In elke blik,een diepe,stille taal,
een band zo sterk,die nooit zal breken.
Jouw lach,een melodie,zo speciaal,
de zonnestralen die mijn ziel bestreken,
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A Sonnet of 34: The Soul Beneath the Stars
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Beneath the stars, my soul begins to weep,
For beauty’s light doth pierce this fragile clay;
In silence deep, my heart its vigil keep,
Awaiting dawn to kiss the dark away.
O night, thou keeper of my secret prayer,
Unveil the truth that hides in mortal shade;
I seek the realm where love is pure and rare,
Where time itself by faith is gently swayed.
......
Mijn onbeantwoord verlangen
by Mario Odekerken
Het zit stil in me,
een beweging die nooit af is.
Ik draag het mee
als een vraag zonder adres,
een warmte die nergens heen kan
en daarom blijft.
I still remember
by Mario Odekerken
I still remember your gentle smile,
the way you loved me all the while,
a quiet warmth that filled the spaces
I didn't know were empy.
Your presence lingers,
soft as breath on a windowpane,
a memory that never quite fades,
even as the days move on without you.
To you,in quiet hours
by Mario Odekerken
When night leans close and breathes your name,
the world forgets its noise and ache.
My heart,once restless,folds its flame,
for only you can make it wake.
Your touch is where all journeys end,
the prayer my lips no longer speak.
In you,my love,I lose,I mend,
and find the courage to be weak.
