Poems
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Creatures
By Michael Farrellsnow still lies upon the ground it didnt
do much damage the buffalo hopped from
one perch to another the ground was
too steep to bring up a lorry the -
Night Bird
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Gülten Akin
Translated by Alice Melike Ülgezer and Özlem Özmetin.
We escaped the sounds of a city that didn't embrace us, -
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By Michael Farrell[from Codas]
this is cinema made by people
shuffling in gumboots & suggests
the divines become an apostrophe -
Blandishments
By Fiona HileGrowling and erudite in the crucible
of every situation is doing you channeling
circadian remnants of ‘must I reject
everything You are?’ like ‘I used to -
The towers of Notre-Dame
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Jacques Roubaud
Translated by Claire Nashar.
when by chance I come upon
the towers of Notre-Dame -
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The Satisfaction of Speech
By Fiona HileStretched out across the selfish wool table,
I fix on a mood in the high key of you,
twiddle my hi-viz wedding ring
and laugh at the way rhyme and metre -
The Slide
By Jill JonesSometimes they put you in seas
or rivers without telling you.
The river is dark, let’s say
and trees are low over you. -
Nature Poem
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nicolas Born
Translated by Sam Langer.
What pain to flow -
The Anti-travel Travel Poem
By Adam AitkenThe anti-travel travel poem suggests the road
romance & regrets
the endless paperwork we left behind
I dreamed of walking boots that wouldn't lace -
The Silent Procession
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Fadhil Al Azzawi
Translated by Zeina Issa
Walking the streets
hands in my torn pockets -
One lunch in the village doesn't make a poem yet
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nicolas Born
Translated by Sam Langer.
here it is, however -
Mother says that it’s a memory
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Eva Ström
Translated by Maria Freij
Mother says that it’s a memory
and I can have it -
Two Poems by Irene Philologos
By Peter BoyleWhen all that dreadful predictability
comes trudging up from the depths of the universe,
pleading “Say me. . . give voice to my long life”,
how beautiful to hear the waterdrop -
Rugged up winter scene
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Nicolas Born
Translated by Marty Hiatt.
I feel nothing and move through silent motorcades.
The world is wrapped in golden paper. -
The Sinking of the Titanic First Canto
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Hans Magnus Enzensberger
Translated by Peter Lach-Newinsky
Someone is listening. He is waiting. He is holding
his breath, very close by, -
The Joys of Mathematics
By Peter BoyleAt fifty I will begin my count towards the infinite numbers.
At negative ninety nine I will start my walk towards the
infinitesimally small. -
The Lorena Letters
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Dorothea Rosa Herliany
Translated by Mona Zahra Attamimi.
have you still kept that knife?
don’t rinse off the blood. i still can hear that sweet groan. -
The Mulberry Grove
By Lyrikline Collaboration PoetsBy Gonca Ozmen
Translated by Alice Melike Ülgezer and Özlem Özmetin.
Come towards the mulberry grove -
The tree’s ambition
By Peter BoyleA tree with the deep ambition of becoming an ant: long evenings in night school, first attempts at rapid movement, countless resits of Thinking like a team(Business Studies 5071).
One day the tree realises: becoming an ant requires the perfection of smallness. The tree would start by concentrating its being in a single leaf, a dry leaf, preferably,…
