Uncertainty Poems
If tomorrow never comes
by Mario Odekerken
If tomorrow never comes,
the sky will stay draped in unfinished colors,
words will hang unsaid between half-open doors.
The coffee will cool untouched,
the book will close itself
on a story that never found its ending.
If tomorrow never comes,
the earth will still turn,
......
Dear Crush: Please, Please Don't Read This
by Sarah Turner
I don’t know what love is,
I don’t know how it feels.
Is it wanting your lips on mine?
Or is it something more real?
I’m confused,
I’m blowing this out of proportion.
It’s like I’ve never met anybody else,
Oh, god I’m so desperate.
Waiting for hours on end,
Consumed by my so-called fantasy.
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Life battle
by Karpop Riba
We start with great intentions.
But wobble around
Over and over again
Feeling inadequate
Feeling hopeless.
There are things we would like to change,
But very often than not we fall Short of our dreams & hopes.
Oh! What could be the reason?
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the ABCs of a revolution (No. 6)
by Francis Shipp
Amateur associates amass along adjudicated
battlefields, brandishing boldened bayonets and
ceremoniously ceasing cessation of contentedness.
Directors dispatch the distinguished duty:
“Erase the entire entitled empire!”
Fire falls ferociously upon fiefs of feudal foes,
guilds of gilded ghosts greedily grasp to the
hollow hope of “humanity’s” harmony.
Inept intellectuals irregularly interject as
judge, jury, and justifiers, jovially joining
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Werkelijkheid
by Mario Odekerken
De kamer is stil,
maar mijn hoofd beweegt.
Gedachten schuiven als wolken
voorbij een zon die ik niet zie.
Ik kijk naar mijn handen
alsof ze me iets willen vertellen
wat ik allang vergeten ben.
Mijn dromen zijn dromen
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Werkelijkheid
by Mario Odekerken
De kamer is stil,
maar mijn hoofd beweegt.
Gedachten schuiven als wolken
voorbij een zon die ik niet zie.
Ik kijk naar mijn handen
alsof ze me iets willen vertellen
wat ik allang vergeten ben.
Mijn dromen zijn dromen
......
far enough
by Morgan Cockerham
you’re far enough to feel imaginary—
but close enough to haunt me.
a face in passing,
a voice I shouldn’t miss,
but do.
I don’t know you.
not really.
not the way I’d need to,
to justify
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Aan de overkant van de weg
by Mario Odekerken
Aan de overkant van de weg
staat een huis met gesloten luiken.
De tuin is stil,
alleen het gras beweegt
onder de adem van de wind.
Iemand heeft ooit een stoel laten staan,
schreef,
alsof die persoon zo terug zou komen.
......
Don't rely on the bogeyman
by Mario Odekerken
Don't rely on the bogeyman
to frighten you into stillness.
He is only a shape carved
from the edges of your doubt,
a shadow cast by stories
meant to keep you from wandering.
The fear is real-
but not the face you gave it.
It waits not under your bed,
......
If tomorrow never comes
by Mario Odekerken
If tomorrow never comes,
the sky will stay draped in unfinished colors,
words will hang unsaid between half-open doors.
The coffee will cool untouched,
the book will close itself
on a story that never found its ending.
If tomorrow never comes,
the earth will still turn,
......
