Poems
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set -
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In the morning I cast my net into the sea.
I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect and strange beauty -- some shone like a smile, some glistened like tears, and some were flushed like the cheeks of a bride.
When with the day's burden I went home, my love was sitting in the garden idly tearing the leaves of a flower.
I hesitated for a moment, and then placed at her feet all that I had dragged up, and stood silent.
She glanced at them and said, 'What strange things are these? I know not of what use they are!'
I bowed my head in shame and thought, 'I have not fought for these, I did not buy them in the market; they are not fit gifts for her.'
Then the whole night through I flung them one by one into the street.
In the morning travellers came; they picked them up and carried them into far countries.
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I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
narrowing,
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
feathers
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
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One sunny afternoon, the world stood still,
He laughed across the street, a fleeting thrill.
My heart, a drum, skipped beats unknown,
A spark ignited, and I felt it in my bones.
Eyes like constellations, laughter like spring,
The air around him seemed to softly sing.
Though young, my soul whispered a quiet truth,
A first sight's magic, a glimpse of endless youth.
Time bent gently, holding its breath,
I tasted forever in that brief caress.
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The Torah's words, a story old,
Now bring a view, both brave and bold.
Rabbi Beck, with faith so deep,
Says Israel's state, the laws can't keep.
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True Believers - In Response To Killer by Adeeb AlFateh
To find God...I've always believed
I've always believed that my faith is real
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A bitter song, a sharp regret,
For choices made, a path now set.
The words that echo, sharp and deep,
Of promises they couldn't keep.
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In His safe arms, we find our rest,
Like a bird beneath a parent's breast.
His shadow keeps us, soft and deep,
While dangers outside, silently sleep.
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Serenay Ozkan was born in Beykoz, Istanbul. She spent her childhood in the Bozkurt district of Kastamonu, where her connection with nature and literature began to take root. She turned towards poetry during her middle school years and officially embarked on her literary career in 2019 with the publication of her first poetry collection, Viata (Dorlion Publications) , during her high school years.
Throughout 2025, Ozkan's works were widely featured in prominent literary journals and fanzines. Her poems were published in Laf Arasi ("Emerald Eyes") , Derin Kalem E-Magazine ("Night Fire") , Gençlik Meclisi ("Deep-Rooted Tree") , Bir Kafa Sesi Fanzine ("Crescent of Black Birds") , Yaşama Uğraşı Fanzine ("Graveyard of Carnations") , Asonans ("Seedling") , and Pratfall Magazine ("The Light of the Lighthouse") .
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Lead distilled from the sky, a cool stain upon my brow,
As the hearts of roses beat, the vessel trembles now.
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All you only needs are flowers
Flowers in the wall
Flowers in the hall
Flowers like garland
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All the seasons come and go
Like many men come and go
They have many roles to perform
Like men have many roles to perform
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I wish a rich never look down upon the poor
Beautiful never look down upon ugly
King never look down upon beggar
As they all share gains worldly
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Cruel King of cold and warmth colliding.
Water running down the stone
As though from Debussy's Sunken Cathedral
To the last drop, the last holy shine.
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In life there is a strange contest
Between best of best
And between worst of worst
Both live in absolutely different kind of world
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When it's evening
the sky is pink,
The sun shines bright an goes down not
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I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
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If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
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Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
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The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; a rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
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(This is a composition in Pilipino Language the first one I did, the only one, and hope some of the Filipinos will get this funny poem in this site. The poem is updated with English translation)
Noong taong otsenta dekada
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Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
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Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
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you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
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On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
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"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
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If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
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A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
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Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
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"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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