by Ainne Frances dela Cruz
In my old age,
my parents have decided
to give me space:
a room of my own
complete with a bed
and a view of the
woods beside our house.
As the body grows older
it grows inflexible, it seems
either that
or my bed is too hard
I can’t sleep nights.
My muscles involuntarily
curve to an imaginary space
you occupied
lifetimes ago.
I feel the strain of living
whenever my cheek touches
bedsheets, made rough-smooth
by the spin-dry cycle of
the washing-machine downstairs.
I open my windows
to the elements.
I laugh at the face
of cyclones.
There is no reason
to stay.
Why will I
miss this place?
THE LAB 7TH EDITION. Summer 2011, Cultural Arts & Theatre Society
Copyright ©:
2011
A few random poems:
- In Due Observance Of An Ancient Rite by William Wordsworth
- Михаил Ломоносов – Лишь только дневной шум замолк
- The Squirrel by Todd H. C. Fischer
- Mora Jobana (My Youth) poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonet 43 by William Alexander
- Владимир Маяковский – Профплакаты
- Tip-Toe-ing by Mahak Raithatha S
- Владимир Высоцкий – Лукоморья больше нет
- The Woods At Night by May Swenson
- Василий Казин – Письмо
- Job Interview by William Matthews
- To a woman, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s sonnet: A une femme by T. Wignesan.
- Groupie poem – Ysabelle Moriarty poems | Poetry Monster
- Vellen O’ The Tree by William Barnes
- A Farewell poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman
- I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman
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Doska or the Board – write anything
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Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
