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Only myself

by Aldo Kraas

Only myself
Living in one bedroom
Apartment
Here in Toronto
That is all I need
Now the phone is ringing
Non stop
I will not bother to answer
Because It is late already
I have no idea

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أخاف أن أسمي نفسي شاعراً - Poem by جون عصفور

by جون عصفور

أخاف أن أسمي نفسي شاعراً
أمرر أصابعي على ظهرك
تعود الى ذاكرتي أبيات الشعر
التي تعلمتها في صغري كلها
أستظهر بشرتك كما أستظهر الأشعار
نتلاصق ويمر الليل
أين هم - أولئك الذين اشاروا بأصابعهم الي؟
أين هم - أولئك الذين نضدوا الكلمات على الورق؟
إنهم يستلقون بين الأغطية يصغون لملهماتهم
وكبار الملائكة وصغارهم يباركونهم

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Odd

by gabriella Blake

I don’t have a time zone. And no I’m not jet lagged. It’s just that I’m tired all the time. yet when the world is asleep I couldn’t be more awake.

Me

by Aryan Bhardwaj

Oh! me in those very known situations,
learning to thrive in those known but unknown situations.

what felt before, a piece of cake,
but wasn't one that appears to be.

then all of a sudden rather appears a rationale opportunity,
changed the irrational behavior and turned to be a completely new me.

I Am A Woman

by Joumana Haddad

No one can guess
what I say when I am silent,
who I see when I close my eyes,
how I am carried away when I am carried away,
what I search for when I reach out my hands.

Nobody, nobody knows
when I am hungry, when I take a journey,
when I walk and when I am lost.
And nobody knows

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Recent Me Poems

Mercy, Is the Cry of My Heart

by Christen Kuikoua

I am evil.
I am evil.
And still, in my evil, don’t leave me, Lord.
If You walk away, I will fall.
My flesh will devour me.

I’ve tried to please You
with everything in me,
but I can’t.
I can’t.

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Only myself

by Aldo Kraas

Only myself
Living in one bedroom
Apartment
Here in Toronto
That is all I need
Now the phone is ringing
Non stop
I will not bother to answer
Because It is late already
I have no idea

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Me

by Aryan Bhardwaj

In Memory of You

by Jayesh Jain

So long, those messages begone
never-ending, thoughts forgone
in a box of some chips and wires
those sore thumbs and heart's desires.

Not mind the artist
but oh-so curious of colours,
getting us to paint, a canvas, a another world
where under late moon, around talks of star's shine
those details on and about living life

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Serenity

by Nhz Tznh

Silence used to be my prison,
a place and a moment from long ago
that made me feel the most anxious,
Most unsafe and broken.
And back then, it was as if light vanished.

Time flew, things changed.

Silence is now my escape.
My haven, my comfort.

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