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In the Dead of Night | Mark Andrew Heathcote - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

In the Dead of Night | Mark Andrew Heathcote

I’m an oak with rings ingrain
My heart is a woodcut carving
My soul a gnarled wooden cane
No longer prevents my falling.

I’m a mountain-pine-forest
A field of flattened wheat:
A no-man’s-land, a gauntlet
Thrown, down in beseech

Of-war, of-madness or friendship
Take your pick; I am ready, for all.
I have sharpened and whetted,
Sheaved my blade; heeding its call.

I have vanquished-my-enemies
One and all to see them lonesome fall
I have rewritten they’re own parodies.
In my turn stood, equally tall.

I have ignited into blossom,
And unfurled to catch sight
Every flower my breath can bosom
Hold to itself in the dead of night.

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A Circle | Lucia Daramus - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

A Circle | Lucia Daramus

sheep are running, and running, and running
to the light bumps of the sun
which is falling down on the yellow-grass
nature is alive! Alive, alive , alive….
a woman is carrying a bottle of milk
she is thirsty , she is drinking
in her vein is dripping grapes of life from the milk
her eyes are spinning, and spinning, and spinning
offering a glass of milk is like a oxygen mouth
she says.
A golden rain is penetrating the earth
songbirds are flying on the field
a dog is barking to a child
with gold-silver in his hair under day light
this is life, yes, this is life!
but time is passing, and passing, and passing
away, far away –
tears in the black sky
an yellow leaf is dying on the tree branch
finally it is kissing a dead man
above life …..death
above death ….life
a circle –

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Your Home | Danijela Trajkovic - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Your Home | Danijela Trajkovic

Come
To your home

No one knows
Except you
Where its door is
What its walls look like
Its windows
Its roof
If there is a terrace or not
And from which material was built

Come
Whenever you feel
Like coming home
When you get tired of
Wandering
People
Noise
Whenever you crave
Smile of the fire on your body
Steamed up mirror on lips
Mute talk of fingers
Blue sky in the night
Luna in your lap

Come
When you remember
That your home is empy
Without you

Come
And go again
Whenever you desire
Wandering
People
Noise

Your home is your home
Doesn’t long for
Wandering
People
Noise
But for the smoke
On its chimney
That you bring.

More at https://www.modernliterature.org/2019/02/01/poems-danijela-trajkovic/.

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