Poet Poems
Reflections of the Self
by Ayatullah Nurjati
As I stand, a poet in an ocean of words,
Unspoken feelings, unheard verses surge.
What is this craft, this calling to write?
Is it light for others or my own plight?
I pen the tales of others, the struggles they bear,
Yet each word I write is a weight I wear.
To live, to serve, to break free from norm,
A poet’s life—a perpetual storm.
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poem is a verb
by Rikske Kessner
Poem Is a Verb
Strike flint to flame, let the lines take flight,
They bite at the dark, they shoulder the light;
No throne for the poem, no chair for its nerve—
It walks till it bleeds, for a poem’s a verb.
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He Never Sleeps
by Aryan Bhardwaj
They say he never sleeps,
Eyes wide, a steady gaze,
Not from the buzz of late-night thoughts,
But from the quiet pace of days.
Yet something lingers in his stillness,
A shadow wrapped in light,
A flicker of a restless mind,
Too quiet in the night.
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William Shakespeare Epitaph
by William Shakespeare
Good frend for Iesvs sake forebeare,
To digg the dvst encloased heare.
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In modern spelling:
Good friend for Jesus sake forbear,
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blessed be the man that spares these stones,
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A Poet - 01
by Subhas Chandra Chakra
I call him a poet
He
Who beautifies his loneliness
Sitting all alone
In the dark.
Someone
Who has stopped
To compare with
The hills of status,
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poem is a verb
by Rikske Kessner
Poem Is a Verb
Strike flint to flame, let the lines take flight,
They bite at the dark, they shoulder the light;
No throne for the poem, no chair for its nerve—
It walks till it bleeds, for a poem’s a verb.
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Dusty Poet
by Ghairo Daniels
DUSTY POET
Dust before donkey doomed
a wicked whirlwind
grains of wisdom wrinkle
sand webs
dust devitalise land
here there everywhere nowhere
in eyes, on kitchen table
parched lips unfed
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Poet and poetry
by Aditi Hayaran
Maybe too complex to be defined by words,
Smiles so bright that hides the misery.
Maybe too deep to be understood,
An open book yet still a mystery.
Maybe the sentence unread by readers,
Always the poet, never the poetry.
-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)
De dichter in mij
by Mario Odekerken
De dichter in mij
schreef woordelijk alles op.
Niet om te verklaren,
maar om te bewaren
wat anders verloren ging
in het geruis van de dag.
Hij ving stilte in zinnen,
adem in komma's,
wanhoop in witregels.
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sword or pen?
by Rikske Kessner
When a poet takes up arms
their quill is orphaned quick
though the pen is mightier
the sword some bards will pick
however just the cause may be
forsake their weapon true
to lose what makes them free
sad the day when all is through
