When I take a picture of the city it disappears
It’s only a photograph the city is gone
The places I go are never there
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be
I can only picture the disappearing world when you touch me
He brought me the air of Paris in a bottle
The record caught the air of London nineteen [...]
So here are all the poems I posted in the last couple of months. Again, they’re arranged alphabetically by author.
My First Poem For You by Kim Addonizio
You Don’t Know What Love Is by Kim Addonizio
A Sad Child by Margaret Atwood
Shapechangers in Winter by Margaret Atwood
Variations on the Word Love by Margaret Atwood
Variations on the [...]
[Wow, last favorite poem post. Anyway, so this is another fairy tale poem, based on the Cinderella story.]
Love can be sharp
as the point of a knife,
as piercing as a sliver of glass,
My sisters did not know this.
They thought love was an old slipper:
pull it on and it fits.
They did not know this secret of the [...]
[I like this because it's simple and...I don't know...is cheeky the right term? In Filipino I could say it's patay-mali (transliteration: dead wrong. but it doesn't mean that exactly.) Haha, anyway, and I remember that time when someone ate the cake I was saving for dessert but whoever it was didn't own up to it so we joke around that [...]
[Every time I read this, it's like watching a movie in my head which always puts a smile on my face.]
If when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,-
if I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and [...]
[I found this in a novel called The Time Traveler's Wife written by Audrey Niffenegger. The novel itself is really...wonderful. You should read that too.]
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat
You will love again the stranger who was [...]
[We can only wish for a love like this. haha.]
It is true love because
I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the day
Even when there’s no one here but him,
And because
I do not resent watching the Green Bay Packers
Even though I am philosophically opposed to football.
And because
When [...]
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