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Poem about dawn 5:15 Just me and the local dogs. A real summer day. Hardworking fishermen return from the sea and take out the fish they caught. The sea is not heard. There is not the slightest wave. Water is like a mirror, you can look at yourself. In the end, as far as the eye can see, where water and sky meet, the colors are starting to break. The finest shades of red and orange. I take photos again and again. Photography cannot conjure it up. I can't describe it in…
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Poem about bravery He stood up. He stood up even though he had fallen a hundred times. He stood up even though it hurt. He stood up even though he knew he would fall again. He says he likes to fall. He likes to fall because otherwise he wouldn’t have learned how to get up. He likes to fall because he gets up faster every time. What doesn't kill him, it strengthens him. They are breaking his wings, he always took off. Although he is small, he is bigger than them. He is bigger…
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Poem about clouds Today they are in the shape of a bear. Yesterday they were in the shape of a giraffe. Heart-shaped. As a child I enjoyed the view. And I still enjoy. Who draws it? Who checks how it is drawn? Does anyone draw at all? Wind. The wind is that artist. The wind is like a magic wand, makes works of art. How it makes them, that's how it breaks them up. It just blows and everything disappears. Sometimes they know how to frown. When they get angry, they become so…
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Poem about the sense of smell You smell like this. I smell like that. She, he, they. They all have their scent. Everyone smells different. Some have white skin. They smell different. Some have yellow skin. They smell different. Some have black skin. They smell different. The scent makes us unique. When we meet, we sniff, to see how everyone smells. Smells say a lot. They unite and separate. I lost my sense of smell for 27 days. The consequence of covid. Now I smell all day.…
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Poem about window view I'm looking out the window. I'm thoughtful. They're looking out the window at me, they are thoughtful too. What do I see? Can I always say what I see? Do I sometimes pretend not to see? I watch often. They often watch me watch too. I'm watching from the third floor. I see it from a bird's eye view. I like to look like a bird. Sometimes you see what you don't want to see. Someone sometimes does something thinking that no one sees it. But you can see…
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Poem about a school bell An old building, with the flag on top, from the last century. It stands proudly and waits for the new generations. It sends the old students away. It welcomes new young people. When the school bell rings, all children's hearts beat. Someone is calling it bell rescuer, because when the bell rings the class is over. Then Math has to wait until tomorrow. Schoolyard. School football field. They hide the most beautiful secrets. First loves. First grades.…
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Poem about you Do you know who you are? If you know who you are, are you sure it's you? Are you lying to yourself who you are? Do others talk about you what you think of yourself? If they don't talk, make sure it's not you. What would you say about yourself? Are you sure you have something to say? But not to lie to yourself or others. Is it hard to write down your flaws? Virtues are easy, I know that. Like in a job advertisement. Two words that describe you. It is not easy!…
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Poem about bikini Bikini is the most expensive topic in the world. Just ten years ago, if I only knew what I'm seeing now, I would be a millionaire. It's easy to talk and be smart now, you will agree. Someone thought differently then, maybe to save on material. I know for sure it is. Once upon a time, a bikini covered everything. Now the bikini reveals everything. It does not cover anything. The bikini used to be big. It took a lot of material to sew. That's why it was…
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Poem about a thief He takes. He just takes. And he is not hiding. When I look from the side, as if kidnapping. It's like he's mad at someone and steals. It's like that someone owes him. He doesn't pay back what he owes him, so he still steals. I stand and watch. And wonder. Everything he took, he ate. He is hungry. He doesn't steal to sell to anyone. Wait, he's not a thief, he's just hungry. Passers-by offer him money. He refused. He refuses because he says it is fair to…
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Poem about arrival All trains are leaving. Why do I never get the impression they are coming? Maybe because the arrival platform is on the other side of town. Or people don't like to talk about coming. Maybe they just like to talk about leaving. Why is parting harder than meeting? Why do they mostly cry when they break up? Why don't they cry when they meet? I cry when I come. I'm crying because I don't know what to say smartly. I returned to my hometown and I can't talk. The…
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Poem about mosquito He woke me up last night. He woke me up two nights ago. Why does it have to buzz when it's already drinking blood? Why doesn't it just drink blood? I wouldn’t be so angry if I just woke up bitten. But I'm angry because in addition to dots on my body, and unbearable itching, I have not slept. I'm thinking about what to do. I'm thinking of an ambush to make. When I hear it buzzing, then I usually wave my hand. Of course I missed it and hit myself. Then I…
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Poem about regret Do you regret it? Do you regret anything in life? For all the great things you have done for others? Great, free and selfless. Why do you regret it? Is it because some people don't respect anything? You give them a finger, they'd take your whole hand. You give them a hand, you think they really need it, and they would take you whole. But it is in human nature. Man has no limit. Do you regret not getting a thank you? Do you think that one thank you would…
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Green poem Why green? Why not red? Or maybe blue? Because it calms. My wall is green. Because it means health. Green fruits and vegetables are health. It's on the flags, because it is a symbol of growth. A symbol of hope. A symbol of fertility. I love green clothes. Because it exudes freshness. I love security. Green indicates a safe passing at the traffic light. It is directly connected with nature. And without nature we cannot. So green to victory. Let's save nature!…
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Poem about emptiness I lost my right arm. I didn't really lose my right arm. But I have the impression that I did. I miss it so much that I can't describe it in words. I lost my phone. It's like I really don't have a right arm. I don't know when the bus is coming. I don't know how to order food without a phone. How do I call to be late from work? How do I tell the kindergarten that I'm late for the child? It's easy, people used to live without a phone. The man gets used to…
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Poem about a name Name. Your name or another name? Is your name the right name? Is your name just for you or not? If it was called differently maybe it wouldn’t be the right name! Does your name matter? If so, what does that mean? When you find out the meaning, ask yourself if you can carry that meaning. Try changing the name. Try a different name for a few days. Introduce yourself differently and you will find out. You won't do anything. You don't react to another name.…