Kamiel Choi

Kamiel Choi Poems

I stand next to the ocean
the light of our hotel room
is still reflected on the waves

How much peace is in an evening walk
of two near strangers at the bay
when they hold hands and gently talk
even if their peace - has gone away

I will be ninety-five
and I will play my violin
in the shade of a tree

Poetry is always celebration
or its opposite. Making blackness
the word for everything:
A symbol, a sound,

I risk an early death by sitting down for this
so listen: my clavicles move like daggers
to write cut-throat poetry for you
no jokes. no mirrors.

last night, ancient starlight fell onto your arm
it was billions of years old
and had traveled the entire time only
to smash into your barren wrinkled skin.

Behold my trickery today:

I mistake
your gaze


The face of the man who knows he won't be tortured
even when his bombs start to go off. His human rights
are acute, unlike the human rights of his victims.
His smiling face is the face of our own humanity

A smartphone is a Viennese Kaffeehaus
in your pocket:
Card games, endless newspapers, a place
where you can receive your post

She draws triangles.
Can you draw a round triangle I ask?
No! She says.
That is an oxymoron.

When I was born, my parents planted a birch tree
in our back garden. I could not see it
from my room at the front of the house.


, in which another will is willing me.
A lot more is happening but mostly

Mark likes to play computer games. In real life
he fixes televisions. There are solder spots on his hands,
when he sends his armies to the front lines.


, in which a boisterous gamete
speaks from the pulpit before time

Today, I received a strange visitor called nihilism. His bleak appearance and slow, decisive gait exerted a strange fascination on me, so I decided to follow him on the street after he left.

I followed nihilism into an alleyway, where a beautiful woman's face smiled at me with the promise of a thousand futures, but I couldn't read them.


, in which my cocaine starts
talking to me. I want you


, in which words cannot free. They enslave, we cave
ourselves in. Freedom is the other side.

Kamiel Choi Biography

Born 1979 in the Netherlands, studied philosophy, now juggling interests in poetry, philosophy, resistance, writing novels, sustainable living, and traveling.)

The Best Poem Of Kamiel Choi

`light Of Love

I stand next to the ocean
the light of our hotel room
is still reflected on the waves

I throw pebbles, pretending
they travel to the center
little stones rounded by aeons

The ocean wants to make peace
with everything. For a brief
moment I wanted to be found

in her embrace

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For maggots, happiness is just around the coroner

let me speak of love, for it should be no silent thing.

Not what you do professionally but what can entertain you defines who you are.

I want my words to live in a redeeming, magnificent song to worship the hole in freedom

My words that are idiot contracts written to the music of escape.

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