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Dis Poetry

by Benjamin Zephaniah

Dis poetry is like a riddim dat drops
De tongue fires a riddim dat shoots like shots
Dis poetry is designed fe rantin
Dance hall style, big mouth chanting,
Dis poetry nar put yu to sleep
Preaching follow me
Like yu is blind sheep,
Dis poetry is not Party Political
Not designed fe dose who are critical.
Dis poetry is wid me when I gu to me bed

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We Refugees

by Benjamin Zephaniah

I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.

I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.

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On The Grasshopper And Cricket

by John Keats

The poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper's--he takes the lead
In summer luxury,--he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost

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Oh You Gatherer

by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Oh you gatherer
      of the fine ash of poetry
            ash of the too-white flame
                  of poetry

Consider those who have burned before you
            in the so-white fire

Crucible of Keats and Campana
            Bruno and Sappho

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Myself

by Gayatri Puri

I lived by myself
So, I healed up myself
Started understanding myself
Rather than doubting myself
I stood up for myself,
I fought with myself
Until I got dependent on myself.
Yes, it sounds selfish,
But trust me
Sometimes, it's okay

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Recent Poetry Poems

Test Duologue

by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Morning was patient with us — her and me,
Within earful white walls and solemn
gardens.

Poetry reigned.

She: How do you submit your thoughts —
on a gold platter with a prophet's head
and a skin of dead wine?

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Noctuary II

by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Echoes of summons ring on.
With them a sonorous clamour for painted lines.
The rim of night stretches and holds fast to
a colossal nocturne hung on furs-and-clouds walls,
and a concentric image of life rotates on
edges of weak silver.

Long-dead poets campaign openly for verses –
among them Wordsworth and Eliot –
each putting a swagger to his arrogant gait of lines,

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If You Could Read My Words (aft. Gordon Lightfoot)

by Lee-Ann Azzopardi

I have no riches to spend
Though, I have the words
That hopefully reachthe core of yr heart
Making you turn to see my tears
And with compassion, wipe them
But this dance we do is making me ache
Losing my chance to hold you goes by each day
And I don't know what it will take
To see my intent
No, it's not yr money

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The Words I Compose

by Lee-Ann Azzopardi

Let my lonely heart cease
I don't want another disappointment
Through. my words, I thought were enough
They aren't reaching you
And have fallen on deaf ears
Buried in the computer's memory
The words I compose will not make you love me
Burning in the flames of eternity
They will be lost to time
And the ashes will be covered with the sands

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After A Night of Insomnia

by Lee-Ann Azzopardi

I wanted to jumped, and get dressed
And go for a walk
However, that sensation soon disappeared
When I saw my dog curled up in the corner of the sofa
I felt tired and I guess my dog was too
But these words of this poem emerged
I jumped to my laptop, and started to type
The first lines were flowing
However, after I got them down
The inspiration kind of sagged

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