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Leaving a Mark

(today's a poem day I guess) Where is my pressure, where is my spark? Where are my poets lost in this dark? Why can't I write this, while not alone? Come through the blackness. Mark this my stone. (comment a stanza or two if you want 😋) (EDIT: so I learned what I sonnet-type poem is just now... (edited) read more

My oldest published poem - I was 14 at the time

It is presented here in an English translation for the very first time: “Under the midnight sun I saw you, daydreaming in my soul. Not even that clear darkness of yours drove me away, Crossing lands and seared mists... Fleeing that faint feeling of freshness, Close to your memory I lived, dying. I... read more

Deep

I love in such a way that psychology struggles to diagnose and empties the poet's inkwell in pursuit of a worthy description. With baited breath and shaking hands, your voice commands that every strand of my hair stands up at attention. Without rest I am a mess from echos left behined by words... read more

Hybrid

Is it not the sun’s own effulgence that is reflected on the moon? Yet poets only remember the moon, and forever the sun, although unconditionally giving, is forgotten in its own radiance. Would you remember me once I leave the world, or more specifically, your world?

Have you ever write a poems

Lemme see you, my fellow poets

Thinking

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold