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A Definition of Wan-Hua Street | Zihong Chen

The name of Wan-hua Street is the signifier or signified, I hesitate,
what attracts me is not interpretation, but the changing poetic sentiment.

Which exact meaning can be located for the Hua, a Chinese character?
paces of one or two people, or a belle and furbelows of her?

If we use adjectives like extravagant, prodigal, moneyed, splendid,
the street history will gladly accept them, pretend to refuse in a second.

The previous recycling facilities were already written in implicit lists,
Fragrant Flowers Courtyard, as always, responds to salvos of flowers.

Time crosses the sidewalk, changes the scenes once a decade, once a year,
Colorful glorious flowers, flourishing, coloring, blossoming and waning.

Feelings for Wan-hua Street is the most regular yearning this moment,
The Street is coloring a kaleidoscope, spring-colored, enticingly fragrant?

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Parachute Pants | Mary Bone

February 24, 2024 / Best Poetry / 21st century poetry, descriptive poems, modern poets, observational poems, parachute pants poems / Leave a Comment

Parachute pants
made of linen and cotton-
billowing in the breeze,
on a summer day.

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Beginning | Tianyu

February 12, 2024 / Best Poetry / 21st century poets, beginning poems, descriptive poems, loneliness poems, poetry site / Leave a Comment

Loneliness at midnight,
Like a sharp blade.
Scratched but no trace.
Stop but no peace.

It’s quietly approaching behind.
Like putting fire in oil.
If a meteor does not fall,
Darkness will not draw.

Always hovering in
front and back of the intersection,
It seems that everything is not far.
But the result is faint.

When everything,
It has already begun.
And everything,
But it’s just beginning.

New Days | Jenny Middleton

January 19, 2024 / Best Poetry / contemporary poetry, descriptive poems, fear poems, human existence poems, poem about life / 2 Comments

The days have become still,
Intricate and tissue
Wrapped, swaddled, laying
Peacefully in my arms.
I cradle each one.
Each impenetrable, confusing
Entity, and wonder if the shadows
and remnants of before hide beneath.

Sometimes I dare to loosen
Their tightness, their neatness
To check they are not bleating messages
From un-severed umbilical telephone
Like cords, fat attached and still ringing
with the words of their predecessors.

But they are individual.
Silent, pink and mute.
Attentive, dependant and waiting
For me to feed, to fill them
And bloat them
With my presence.

More at https://www.jmiddletonpoems.com/.

A Man in the Hills | Jim Bellamy

January 19, 2024 / Best Poetry / 21st century poetry, descriptive poems, keen poems, poetry websites, shrewd poems / Leave a Comment

the man in the hills
an atavisitic misterer
stacked between lochs
and laburnum’s whisper
a chain-gang mourner
to the entoscopic dead
the man in the hills
mason to the head
shaping no store
for the weeping women
nor breaking no light
for sidereal sun
thamesward as mortar
graveward underwater
the man in the hills
mason to a drum
death comes quickly
cold as cobra searing
demonic as a sentry
hypnos rules the womb
the man in the hills
mason to the century
the cruel furled dreamer
young and old as ills.

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Just Another Day at My Village Town | Akwana wa Odera

January 5, 2024 / Best Poetry / contemporary poetry, descriptive poems, happiness poems, poem about life, village life poems / Leave a Comment

Kick start
I push myself to start
Blink twice
Draw the curtains aside
Like golden spears
Penetrating my windows
I let the sunlight
Hit my eyes
Just to acknowledge the fact
That it’s already dawn
I need to wake up
And feel the earth
Just to appreciate
That I’m feeling alive.
The chirping of the birds
A natural melody
That never get hyped
The smell of fresh dung
The dew on the grass
Shining, in sparkling light
As the sun rays hit the ground
The morning cold
Making me shiver a bit
As i try to see through
The fading fog
The the white rising smoke
Of burning firewood
From neighbour’s kitchens
The laughing and energetic
Sounds of little children
As mothers prepare
Something to feed them
The sizzling sounds
Of steaming kettles
The scrubbing and rubbing
Of yesterday’s utensils
The smell of cooking breakfast
The day has started
The whole village’s a woken
I yawn and smile
Its just another day
In my village town.

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Turn around like No Action | Tianyu

October 30, 2023 / Best Poetry / being poems, contemporary poetry, descriptive poems, poem about life, turn around poems / Leave a Comment

Beautiful turn takes tomorrow away.
But it does not carry the memory of the past.
Let a heart smile calmly,
Don’t let luck waste your meeting.

This is a collection of cranes from heaven.
The wind bell stirred the strong tea.
It’s the memories that shake the stories of each side.
Give the most subtle magic to the conscious.

The visitor outside the window asked me,
Where is the nearest heaven?
I pointed to myself in her mirror.
It’s she who is closer to your hot beauty.

I forgot the feeling of invisibility.
But I caught the blue of the rattan.
The real scenery is breath.
The illusory dream is a skin.