I sang during the night in early June
Today is Valentines Day! I actually don’t know how to celebrate it and no one does in our grade, but in English class, our teacher read a few Valentine Poems to us. There was a few of them that I like, so I am putting them here. The first one is the classic one by […]
Song You’re wondering if I’m lonely: OK then, yes, I’m lonelyas a plane rides lonely and levelon its radio beam, aimingacross the Rockies*for the blue-strung aislesof an airfield on the ocean You want to ask, am I lonely?Well, of course, lonelyas a woman driving across countryday after day, leaving behindmile after milelittle towns she might […]
Blessing is a poem written by Imtiaz Dharker in 1989 from a typical Mumbai slum scene. War Photographer is written by Carol Anne Duffy in 1985, inspired by her photographer friend who recently returned from a war-torn foreign country. The two poems use techniques that are sometimes similar and sometimes widely different. Overall, the images […]
by Carol Anne Duffy In his dark room he is finally alone with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows. The only light is red and softly glows, as though this were a church and he a priest preparing to intone a Mass. Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass. He has a […]
To see the poem on the original website The gates are chained, the barbed-wire fencing stands,An iron authority against the snow,And this grey monument to common senseResists the weather. Fears of idle hands,Of protest, men in league, and of the slowCorrosion of their minds, still charge this fence. Beyond, through broken windows one can seeWhere […]
Moonlight washes the red tiles and the white walls the streets are cool at last after the great heat of the day the gardeners have all gone home leaving the lawns perfect the ocean rises sighing dragging its sleeves of light and litter along the shore in the distance […]
I hate flowershiding from sunshinebut thenI found the one in the shadeis me I placebooks in the lumber roomsuddenlytake them outunable to leave the memories
love is an oasis you say… or does our thirst play tricks on us? surfing through channels of thought I tune into the lingering memory of mother’s favourite saris she lights the bronze lamp each morning a new day for mother to love her Goddess, all over again a hundred lies just to cover […]
