Cambodian Flower by Norma Martiri
Cambodian Flower by Norma Martiri Falling petals brush her face Fantasies fill time and space. Mae’s soft kisses touch her cheeks A kind whisper quietly speaks. Desperation tugs and bays Darkness fills the longest days. Sweaty faces, frenzied hands Sunny beaches, waves and sands. Dirty kisses lick her neck Torture keeps rebels in check. Favourite […]
Burnt in contemplation by Nishant Deherkar
When i drown in wonder, My thoughts lose their tracks, My mind suffers a chemical romance, I surrender myself to oblivion, Across the clutches of time, Where i find solace in the emptiness Living pessimism with finesse. Livid memories open up wounds, With the guilty, none other than me, I fall into pieces, speckles of […]
The Bonifratrian Hospital by Nijole Miliauskaite
having chosen exile, madness, oblivion their striped clothes faded faces pale they sleep so heavily the hospital garden is still empty, wind sweeps the dust, romantic poets and he is a scar on the wrist, blood flows gently through the veins at the bottom of the hill the narcotic fragrance of ash trees, full clusters […]
Blank by Nizar Sartawi
Is he frivoling or mocking, asking us to fill the blank? (… … …) How do we fill the blank? (… … …) With what do we fill the blank? (… … …) What’s blank? A frenzied whirlpool swallowing humans a black hole gulping space and time. Copyright ©: Nizar Sartawi End of the poem […]
Between Two Moments by Nizar Sartawi
When passion roars in our bosoms for riding on horseback that breaks through fortresses or mounting a cloud to plant in its whiteness the banners of madness or ascending a star to break in its space the barriers of silence it’s alright to search for a myth in whose folds we tuck a few details […]
Between going and staying the day wavers by Octavio Paz
Between going and staying the day wavers by Octavio Paz Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. The circular afternoon is now a bay where the world in stillness rocks. All is visible and all elusive, all is near and can’t be touched. Paper, book, pencil, glass, rest in […]
Basic Overhaul by Nijole Miliauskaite
in a frenzy I turn the whole house upside down from basement to attic, amazing myself, I can’t stop wondering what imp has possessed me, it’s really so ludicrous with no prior plan, although at times it seems all predetermined inside me I choose what to discard, what to give away and to whom and […]
Aquamarine Butterfly by Nina Gabriel
Aquamarine Butterfly by Nina Gabriel Aquamarine Butterfly By Aquamarine waters of my Kingdom, Surrounded with splendor of treasures of my creations, In a hard shell of a Crab, I was sitting and contemplating on my Life’s Journey, One day, as the Golden rays of the Sun touched the Earth, The silky threads of my cocoon […]
An Elegy On The Glory Of Her Sex, Mrs Mary Blaize by Oliver Goldsmith
An Elegy On The Glory Of Her Sex, Mrs Mary Blaize by Oliver Goldsmith Good people all, with one accord Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word,— From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom passed her door, And always found her kind; She freely lent to all the poor,— Who […]
An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog by Oliver Goldsmith
An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog by Oliver Goldsmith Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran— Whene’er […]
Absolute Divine by Nithin Purple
Then I sharpened my wings for a prissy flight, Through powerful Light that Heavenly be; And that one moment that I relived from my sinful drought, That appealed for many longer years, than brightness ever probe. Sit with you now, and inhaling your songs and verse; Of serene that borrows your vibe, Blessed within me […]
A Sculptor’s Vow by Nikhil Srinivas
I am a sculptor I always yearn to convert A hard rock into A beautiful sculpture- But thinking of transforming Every stone i see Into a great piece of art Is nothing but my greediness May be that is the reason Why all my creations have Some or other defect- However my endeavor Will not […]
A woman’s desire by Oriada Dajko
A lonely woman near a window, looks after the sun under the shadow. Her whisper becomes a cloud. A cloud painted into the sky, created by the hand of God, designed by my mind. A beautiful woman is a wind, which touches deeply my eyes. Copyright ©: Oriada Dajko End of the poem 15 random […]
The Deserted Village by Oliver Goldsmith
The Deserted Village by Oliver Goldsmith Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visits paid, And parting summer’s lingering blooms delayed: Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, where every sport could please, How often have I loitered […]
I Remember, I Remember by Philip Larkin
Coming up England by a different line For once, early in the cold new year, We stopped, and, watching men with number plates Sprint down the platform to familiar gates, ‘Why, Coventry!’ I exclaimed. ‘I was born here.’ I leant far out, and squinnied for a sign That this was still the town that had […]
How Distant by Philip Larkin
How distant, the departure of young men Down valleys, or watching The green shore past the salt-white cordage Rising and falling. Cattlemen, or carpenters, or keen Simply to get away From married villages before morning, Melodeons play On tiny decks past fraying cliffs of water Or late at night Sweet under the differently-swung stars, When […]
Home Is So Sad by Philip Larkin
Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Shaped in the comfort of the last to go As if to win them back. Instead, bereft Of anyone to please, it withers so, Having no heart to put aside the theft. And turn again to what it started as, A joyous shot at how […]
Homage To A Government by Philip Larkin
Next year we are to bring all the soldiers home For lack of money, and it is all right. Places they guarded, or kept orderly, We want the money for ourselves at home Instead of working. And this is all right. It’s hard to say who wanted it to happen, But now it’s been decided […]
High Windows by Philip Larkin
When I see a couple of kids And guess he’s fucking her and she’s Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm, I know this is paradise Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives– Bonds and gestures pushed to one side Like an outdated combine harvester, And everyone young going down the long slide To happiness, […]
He Hears That His Beloved Has Become Engaged by Philip Larkin
For C.G.B. When she came on, you couldn’t keep your seat; Fighting your way up through the orchestra, Tup-heavy bumpkin, you confused your feet, Fell in the drum; how we went ha ha ha! But once you gained her side and started waltzing We all began to cheer; the way she leant Her cheek on […]
Grief by Philip Larkin
If grief could burn out Like a sunken coal The heart would rest quiet The unrent soul Be as still as a veil But I have watched all night The fire grow silent The grey ash soft And I stir the stubborn flint The flames have left And the bereft Heart lies impotent End of […]
Going by Philip Larkin
There is an evening coming in Across the fields, one never seen before, That lights no lamps. Silken it seems at a distance, yet When it is drawn up over the knees and breast It brings no comfort. Where has the tree gone, that locked Earth to sky? What is under my hands, That I […]
Friday Night At The Royal Station Hotel by Philip Larkin
Light spreads darkly downwards from the high Clusters of lights over empty chairs That face each other, coloured differently. Through open doors, the dining-room declares A larger loneliness of knives and glass And silence laid like carpet. A porter reads An unsold evening paper. Hours pass, And all the salesmen have gone back to Leeds, […]
For Sidney Bechet by Philip Larkin
That note you hold, narrowing and rising, shakes Like New Orleans reflected on the water, And in all ears appropriate falsehood wakes, Building for some a legendary Quarter Of balconies, flower-baskets and quadrilles, Everyone making love and going shares– Oh, play that thing! Mute glorious Storyvilles Others may license, grouping around their chairs Sporting-house girls […]
First Sight by Philip Larkin
Lambs that learn to walk in snow When their bleating clouds the air Meet a vast unwelcome, know Nothing but a sunless glare. Newly stumbling to and fro All they find, outside the fold, Is a wretched width of cold. As they wait beside the ewe, Her fleeces wetly caked, there lies Hidden round them, […]
Far Out by Philip Larkin
Beyond the dark cartoons Are darker spaces where Small cloudy nests of stars Seem to float on air. These have no proper names: Men out alone at night Never look up at them For guidance or delight, For such evasive dust Can make so little clear: Much less is known than not, More far than […]
Faith Healing by Philip Larkin
Slowly the women file to where he stands Upright in rimless glasses, silver hair, Dark suit, white collar. Stewards tirelessly Persuade them onwards to his voice and hands, Within whose warm spring rain of loving care Each dwells some twenty seconds. Now, dear child, What’s wrong, the deep American voice demands, And, scarcely pausing, goes […]
Essential Beauty by Philip Larkin
In frames as large as rooms that face all ways And block the ends of streets with giant loaves, Screen graves with custard, cover slums with praise Of motor-oil and cuts of salmon, shine Perpetually these sharply-pictured groves Of how life should be. High above the gutter A silver knife sinks into golden butter, A […]
Dublinesque by Philip Larkin
Down stucco sidestreets, Where light is pewter And afternoon mist Brings lights on in shops Above race-guides and rosaries, A funeral passes. The hearse is ahead, But after there follows A troop of streetwalkers In wide flowered hats, Leg-of-mutton sleeves, And ankle-length dresses. There is an air of great friendliness, As if they were honouring […]
Dockery And Son by Philip Larkin
‘Dockery was junior to you, Wasn’t he?’ said the Dean. ‘His son’s here now.’ Death-suited, visitant, I nod. ‘And do You keep in touch with-‘ Or remember how Black-gowned, unbreakfasted, and still half-tight We used to stand before that desk, to give ‘Our version’ of ‘these incidents last night’? I try the door of where […]
Days by Philip Larkin
What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days? Ah, solving that question Brings the priest and the doctor In their long coats Running over the fields. End of the poem 15 random poems […]
Cut Grass by Philip Larkin
Cut grass lies frail: Brief is the breath Mown stalks exhale. Long, long the death It dies in the white hours Of young-leafed June With chestnut flowers, With hedges snowlike strewn, White lilac bowed, Lost lanes of Queen Anne’s lace, And that high-builded cloud Moving at summer’s pace. End of the poem 15 random poems […]
Counting by Philip Larkin
Thinking in terms of one Is easily done— One room, one bed, one chair, One person there, Makes perfect sense; one set Of wishes can be met, One coffin filled. But counting up to two Is harder to do; For one must be denied Before it’s tried. End of the poem 15 random poems […]
Continuing To Live by Philip Larkin
Continuing to live — that is, repeat A habit formed to get necessaries — Is nearly always losing, or going without. It varies. This loss of interest, hair, and enterprise — Ah, if the game were poker, yes, You might discard them, draw a full house! But it’s chess. And once you have walked the […]
Church Going by Philip Larkin
Once I am sure there’s nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, and stone, And little books; sprawlings of flowers, cut For Sunday, brownish now; some brass and stuff Up at the holy end; the small neat organ; And a tense, musty, unignorable silence, Brewed God knows […]
Breadfruit by Philip Larkin
Boys dream of native girls who bring breadfruit, Whatever they are, As bribes to teach them how to execute Sixteen sexual positions on the sand; This makes them join (the boys) the tennis club, Jive at the Mecca, use deodorants, and On Saturdays squire ex-schoolgirls to the pub By private car. Such uncorrected visions end […]
Best Society by Philip Larkin
When I was a child, I thought, Casually, that solitude Never needed to be sought. Something everybody had, Like nakedness, it lay at hand, Not specially right or specially wrong, A plentiful and obvious thing Not at all hard to understand. Then, after twenty, it became At once more difficult to get And more desired; […]
Aubade by Philip Larkin
I work all day, and get half-drunk at night. Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare. In time the curtain-edges will grow light. Till then I see what’s really always there: Unresting death, a whole day nearer now, Making all thought impossible but how And where and when I shall myself die. Arid interrogation: […]
At Grass by Philip Larkin
The eye can hardly pick them out From the cold shade they shelter in, Till wind distresses tail and main; Then one crops grass, and moves about – The other seeming to look on – And stands anonymous again Yet fifteen years ago, perhaps Two dozen distances surficed To fable them: faint afternoons Of Cups […]
Arrival by Philip Larkin
Morning, a glass door, flashes Gold names off the new city, Whose white shelves and domes travel The slow sky all day. I land to stay here; And the windows flock open And the curtains fly out like doves And a past dries in a wind. Now let me lie down, under A wide-branched indifference, […]