Perspective Poems
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Continue readingSway
by Brady Stewart
Crazy Crazy it never stops there is no time for punctuation
It starts off sounding like an elementary narrative
The alarm sounds sounds downstairs it's the neighbor
The neighbors are smoking probably smoking smoking
The toy on the desk moves moves it moves when you pull it
The trees don't seem to sway sway sway but they're so far away.
So How can you tell?
The toilet is never clean, spotless clean clean
The windows are open
Sometimes,
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Walking Stories
by Sagar Mistry
We’re all walking stories in this book of life,
Going through moments of peace and strife;
All having their own different phases,
Turning the pages and changing faces;
Every person on a different page,
Of different stages of calm and rage;
Trying to find the ending we deserve,
Doing our best to keep the sanity preserved;
Some coping with the tragedy awaited,
Some getting lured into the traps all baited;
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Vintage
by Gonzalo Mendez
A centerfold with spine damage
obscuring the photos from how they were planned
Deep wrinkles on the page
Take hold but leave enough to see
except for the sentences lost in the ditch
Compromising just to fit
Is this worth holding on to?
An unfinished business
by Priyanka Roy
The sun overhead does not shine bright anymore.
There is this depressive halo around it.
Winds were comparatively cold than it was last Christmas.
I don't remember where I lost sight of my shawl of warmth.
Monsoon was harsh too.
It tasted brackish.
It rained tears.
I knew these were just signs
Because I ignored them for long.
I am losing my battle.
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Perspectief
by Mario Odekerken
Een kind kijkt omhoog,
ziet wolken als bergen.
Een ouder kijkt omlaag,
ziet de zorgen in het gras.
Beiden staan stil
in dezelfde wereld
die voor ieder anders beweegt.
Perspektive
by Mario Odekerken
Ein Kind blickt nach oben,
sieht Berge in den Wolken.
Ein Erwachsener schaut nach unten,
findet Sorge im Grass.
Beide stehen still
in derselben Welt,
die für jeden anders vergeht.
Perspective
by Mario Odekerken
A child looks up,
sees mountains in the clouds.
An adult looks down,
sees worry in the grass.
Both stand still
in the same world
that moves differently for each.
Ink Depleted, Love Remains
by Aditi Hayaran
The colour I always picked was you,
Making everything gorgeous—
that's your hue
That was consuming fast.
In my book, you,
the colour which dominates the vast.
Never knew,
the ink was getting low and low,
The marker was getting faint and slow.
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The Gift
by John Stetson
I gave what I thought was a gift, still it remains unacknowledged.
It might have started a rift, but I left it unfollowed.
But not all the wisdom of age is sage, some is sanguine.
Not all perspective has merit, some should suffer abandon.
The gift, when it's given, is riven with high expectation.
The hope, yet unspoken is broken when there's no elation.
The value's not hallowed, it's in the eye of the holder.
The gift's in the journey, you'll learn, as the gift grows older.
