Schlagwort: poem

Autumn Slumber I package myself in soft, tickling fantasies shipping myself in comfy covers for a sensation more than the five senses can excrete asleep, I fall into a misty typhoon an omnidirectional mirror with a blurry reflection I’m a shark chained to an anchor treading through this sea ploughing through the starry specks of… Allen Qing Yuan weiterlesen

The Amputee Locust & Half Frog     her asanas held         without prosthetic legs of wild plastics             no asana for Kevlar                 none for acrylic How high her buttocks rose     at inhalation         eyes closed             for the color wheel azure mist     umber         almond flown                          to coral When you can control nothing else             you can control your breath She breathed… Kevin Simmonds weiterlesen

Ein Gedicht nebenbei ich lebe mein leben kaum noch gehend so nebenbei ich bereite mich vor kaum noch atmend auf das nichts ich spreche mit mir kaum verständlich nach aussen stumm ich löffle die suppe ich esse sehr wenig ich trinke nur wasser ich ahne den schmerz ich rieche moder ich sehe gespenster ich höre… Horst Lothar Renner weiterlesen

i once fell on the earth (bunny blue purple remix) two feet go east west back forth north wind melts south ice is what you tell me i am you and you is gone with the wind film from the south so hard to say my name was made in france i would be moi… Judith Pfeifer weiterlesen

Lit-Mag #42 – The Arabian World Rondo They put nets on palm trees these days Green plastic mesh shields ripening dates From the forces of wind and gravity They put glass on branches of pear trees So that fruit grows encased in a bottle Until it no longer fits through the neck Remember the times… Manfred Malzahn weiterlesen

Lit-Mag #37 Myself & Others One Poem Failure Staring at his own shrunken eyes he might have just woken from a coma understanding for the first time the whisper of his dark life. His glasses and the mirror conspire to expose him. He’s a post-modern study in suffering he’d seen in a book. Nowhere can… Ian C. Smith weiterlesen

Lit-Mag #37 Myself & Others One Poem from top to bottom you wouldn’t mind a complete reorganization from top to bottom would you mind if I don’t tell you see I do mind if I couldn’t tell you wouldn’t mind a complete reorganization

Lit-Mag #37 Myself & Others A Poem Illusions Work Better Than Truth Illusions work better than truth Plight of in limbo stateless Emigrant workers pledging out-of-bounds allegiance Homeless refugees abandoned by Fate Fault lines run deeper than Ever before pressure cooker tension Boiling over aflame with rage Steamy ethereal options evaporating scald Wages of evil… Charles Frederickson weiterlesen