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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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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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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.

Abou Ben Adhem

by Ibrahim ibn Adham

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight of his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel writing in a book of gold:-

Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said,
'What writest thou?' - The vision raised its head,
And with a look made of all sweet accord,

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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.

Recent Me Poems

Mercy, Is the Cry of My Heart

by Christen Kuikoua

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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