Poet Poems
headphones are really one of humanity's greatest inventions
by Bogdan Dragos
silence
Silence is the most important thing
It's what renders headphones
and earbuds
and headsets one of the
greatest
inventions of the modern world
The ability to enjoy entertainment
without disturbing those
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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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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)
Mother Call me Ayatullah Nurjati (After Learning the Legacy of the Saint)
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Mother called me Ayatullah Nurjati—two words I made into a blind map for this ever-heavier life.
Back then, I thought only she strung them together.
“Ayatullah,” she said, “Sign of Allah.”
I learned to read it in the wrinkles of my father’s brow,
in prayers stumbling from our mouths too busy complaining.
“Nurjati,” she whispered, “Light of the Teak.”
I thought it an old metaphor,
until I realized: teak isn’t valued in its youth.
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dating preferences
by Bogdan Dragos
the phone rang at 03:08
unknown number
Well, the bleeding wound
on his forehead prevented him
from sleeping anyway
He picked up
"Yeah?"
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Mother Call me Ayatullah Nurjati (After Learning the Legacy of the Saint)
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Mother called me Ayatullah Nurjati—two words I made into a blind map for this ever-heavier life.
Back then, I thought only she strung them together.
“Ayatullah,” she said, “Sign of Allah.”
I learned to read it in the wrinkles of my father’s brow,
in prayers stumbling from our mouths too busy complaining.
“Nurjati,” she whispered, “Light of the Teak.”
I thought it an old metaphor,
until I realized: teak isn’t valued in its youth.
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Himmat Kar, Sabr Kar, Bhikar Kar Bhi Nikhar Jaaega Yakeen Kar Sukr Kar Waqt Hain Guzar Jaaega - Wajid Shaikh
by Wajid Shaikh
Yeh wahshat-e-hujum kab tak tujhe juda rakh paaega
Tu jo gaafil hain khud se gaafil kab tak rah paaega
Yeh gardish-e-waqt,ka tazkira kya khu
Sabab tu khaamosiyo ka jaan jaaega
Waqt ki amaanat hain sabhi zakham tujhpar
Waqt hi marham bankar ubhar aaeaga
Hain tujhi par aitbaar har simt,jis simt dekhega
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Oceans Linguistics
by Ayatullah Nurjati
The ocean, rolling into the ocean, is a collection of words in a living dictionary.
Every rolling wave is a phrase, every splash against the reef is punctuation, and every leaping fish is a metaphor waiting to be caught.
For fishermen, these words are captured by nets, unraveled into fortunes and experiences. For poets, these words are struck by pens, woven into pulsating verses.
In this boundless dictionary, every voyage is a sentence, every storm an epic poem, and every island a hidden verse.
The sea is never silent; it simply awaits a keen eye to read it and a brave soul to interpret it.
The Corridor of Truth (A Sonnet)
by Ayatullah Nurjati
A poet does not chase the fleeting fame,
For life is more than just persisting breath;
Mere words without true ground are weak and lame,
But truth revealed outlives the grasp of death.
Though oft condemned, he walks with honesty,
His ego’s shadow rests but fades away;
Each line a prayer shaped through constancy,
Rewarded by God’s grace at close of day.
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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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