She said her name was written in the trees
That swayed among invisible boughs
Some barren ink spilled the paper was mute
But she never cried never over that
Environments white long chased through the woods
Landscapes horizons the measure of a flight
She leafed through the words
To see what’s between them
The links and borderline chimes -oh yes -she sang
In silence as the forests were deaf
But she never cried never over that
She set a grave stone mark a life sworn token
Resting its heights on impossibility costs
Because
She lived in the mountains
And slipped through its fangs
The sharp ice air to breathe
She begged by water fountains
The richest being in rags
A child with wind to conceive
©Miroslava Odalovic
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Unmarked heights
Gathered beneath the silence doom
Look at the field of blackbirds crying
The words are spoken but unto whom
In silent tomb unspoken dying
Mark it with a spear
Mark it with a line
Of silver saberless lights
A rainbow to appear
In marks divine
Of unmarked heights
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Let It Be In The Sight
and the mind that's closing the eyes
reaching for the soft slopes of mountains
walking through the valleys to the side
of the fountains cut off from the edge of a drop
to sprinkle horizons with a moist grain of salt
rising on a dried out lip and see
the waves of deserts in sun burnt skin
a lonely surfer born in tide wind
who never looked for a piece of the shore
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Where You Laughed I Cried
Where you laughed I cried
Where you lived I died
What you confirmed I denied
And all the words merely froze
To utter no sound nothing to disclose
It was me against you
Facing the wall of ‘I-owe-you'
But was there anything more to give
Was there anything more to receive
An Act stood open unfinished
The drama of a king and queen banished
And a tired playwright
Putting his pencil down
Merely lost in paper night
All he left was this wretched poem crown
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The beginning of mountains
this is how silences wedded me
in the drums aflame I was beating
deaf for the voice which
coming from the wind
leafs out the ends of autumns
pulls the strings of the sky
where it is enough to live
on an accord of a lonely breath
in the corner of the words squatted
a voice was praying
a leaf cut off from the autumn gown
sewed the edges of all the seasons
hit the universe forehead
against the cold soil of waiting
its echo my bridegroom
hand in hand we winged are
a painfully delivered beginning of mountains
©Miroslava Odalovic
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Should You Tame A Blaze Of A Distant Song
Give it a name and raise it to the throng
Of children weeping through wind broken eyes
Of wind swept children if the wind token dies
In the sight of darkness across the world stages
A song unheard before within each act enrages
An innocent child slapping adult sages
Across the face of earth
When a burnt child hand touches
An extinct fire hearth
When ash unlearnt encroaches
Its flame still eating
A suffering fruit
Its heart still beating
Though the song is mute
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Voice breach the wall of silence
Voice breach the wall of silence
A baby's cry
The mother
Collection from around the
Wearing hats questions
Uttered after a long silence
Why?
Headers reversed
Tongues bridled
Eyes froze
Deaf silence
The child cries
Yell
Treacherously killed, however, the occupier
Humility
Stop the child from crying
Dry tears
Carry Stone
Cried a high
Not to cry
No to injustice
No treachery
No to occupation
Voice breach the wall of silence
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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Ride On The Wind... Forever...
I Want To Ride On The Wind… Forever
I Want To Ride Over Land and Sea
I Want To Ride on The Wind… Forever
… and I Want You Riding With Me…
I Want To Ride On The Wind Over Mountains
And Touch The Sky, So Blue
Then Raise Oceans, Like Sparkling Fountains
And Splash Through Water, Kissing You
I Want To Ride On The Wind… Hold Its Mane
Ride The Wind… Wild and Free
For The Wind – Will Never Be Tame…
So Hold On Tight and Just… Breathe…
… Ride The Wind – Let It Begin – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Breathe It In – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Blow Again – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Raise The Wind – Ride The Wind!
I Want To Ride On The Wind – In The Moonlight
I Want To Ride On The Wind – In The Clouds
And Wave To The Wings of Eagles in Flight
… then Float like Snow – Dancing Down
I Want To Ride On The Wind Forever
I Want To Ride and Rush-Up Rainbow-Stairs
I Want To Ride On The Wind – Forever
For Your Sweet-Breath Beckons Me… Everywhere
… Ride The Wind – Let It Begin – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Breathe It In – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Blow Again – Ride The Wind
Ride The Wind – Raise The Wind – Ride The Wind!
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Mark me alive
Mark me alive the witness to the crime of silence.
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Angelous
Never break for they give away their wings
For the thought to fly over the horizons of the blues
Never mute embrace each soul that sings
The more they give the less they have to lose
They strip some music from their flight
They steal some glimmer from their eyesight
For the abandoned and the abundant
Each gift undeserved but never redundant
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Got Deaf.....
She got deaf after hearing that she lost
her child in bomb blast.....
She was shocked & couldn't believe what
happened.
She was not able to see her child in pieces.
She cried to her peak & tried to kill herself.
She got deaf after hearing that she lost
her child in bomb blast.....
She cursed the person who planed bomb blast.
She begged god to get her child back to her.
She just wondered how her dreams got shattered.
She got deaf after hearing that she lost
her child in bomb blast.....
She couldn't even get her child whole body.
She was just trying to search him in the stars.
She just thought that maybe it's an horrible dream.
She got deaf after hearing that she lost
her child in bomb blast.....
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poem by Anita Trivedi
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Your paths grew strange you became
Sad sagacious runaway legs frozen to the stone
The stone time testimony carved
Grey hairs each moment drowned in just one night
Stood still you watched them
The way they sold the mothers down the road
Their skirts their dresses their blouses
Their ribbons their hair their cuts
Down the children’s cry you cried
The way they sold the fathers
Those fathers of food those fathers of cherish
Their coats their shirts their boots
Their heart their lungs their eyes their cuts
Down the children’s cry you cried
‘I could have died of sorrow
But still could see but still could believe
There’s a wound and there’s a heart
There’s a healing as well
Sweet balm pouring down those drops of pain to soothe
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Chimes are the Wind
Chime’s are the Wind
“Chimes are the wind”, when it goes from Dawn to Twilight.
“Chimes are the wind”, when the sun goes down and the moon goes up.
“Chimes are the wind”, when the Ocean’s tidal waves splash the deep blue and the aqua
water and the tidal pools disappear.
“Chimes are the wind”, when the puffy white clouds cover the golden yellow sun.
“Chimes are the wind”, when the rain floods the river.
“Chimes are the wind”, when there’s a million possibilities.
“Chimes are the wind”, when there are no more possibilities to harm the world
when there’s such a peaceful place in the universe that there is so-many
possibilities there are endless possibilities.
By: Bella Martinez
poem by Bella Martinez
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There was an outplayed monstrument
Cornered distuned 2D clutched
Down the deep deep ground
Almost cliched in the music playing
Little flags waving
Election time deceptions
Error based stuckselect
As the Instro cried
Nobody pays for my play
Nobody plays for my pay
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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A light born torch
In a single heart
My pen eating blue
A paper paling white
The means of all the skin
In the hear dying its ends
And eyes closing down
Make not a single sound
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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You cannot teach me
I paint the birds because they fly
And draw the windmills because they spin
I colour the hearts because they beat
And dance the dawns for what they are
I write the words because they speak
When silences spread I listen – you know
I listen carefully so as not to get mute
No one taught me that
I always knew
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Flight
Voices out of the shade that cried,
And long noon in the hot calm places,
And children's play by the wayside,
And country eyes, and quiet faces -
All these were round my steady paces.
Those that I could have loved went by me;
Cool gardened homes slept in the sun;
I heard the whisper of water nigh me,
Saw hands that beckoned, shone, were gone
In the green and gold. And I went on.
For if my echoing footfall slept,
Soon a far whispering there'd be
Of a little lonely wind that crept
From tree to tree, and distantly
Followed me, followed me. . . .
But the blue vaporous end of day
Brought peace, and pursuit baffled quite,
Where between pine-woods dipped the way.
I turned, slipped in and out of sight.
I trod as quiet as the night.
The pine-boles kept perpetual hush;
And in the boughs wind never swirled.
I found a flowering lowly bush,
And bowed, slid in, and sighed and curled,
Hidden at rest from all the world.
Safe! I was safe, and glad, I knew!
Yet - with cold heart and cold wet brows
I lay. And the dark fell. . . . There grew
Meward a sound of shaken boughs;
And ceased, above my intricate house;
And silence, silence, silence found me. . . .
I felt the unfaltering movement creep
Among the leaves. They shed around me
Calm clouds of scent, that I did weep;
And stroked my face. I fell asleep.
poem by Rupert Brooke (1919)
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Flight
Voices out of the shade that cried,
And long noon in the hot calm places,
And children's play by the wayside,
And country eyes, and quiet faces -
All these were round my steady paces.
Those that I could have loved went by me;
Cool gardened homes slept in the sun;
I heard the whisper of water nigh me,
Saw hands that beckoned, shone, were gone
In the green and gold. And I went on.
For if my echoing footfall slept,
Soon a far whispering there'd be
Of a little lonely wind that crept
From tree to tree, and distantly
Followed me, followed me. . . .
But the blue vaporous end of day
Brought peace, and pursuit baffled quite,
Where between pine-woods dipped the way.
I turned, slipped in and out of sight.
I trod as quiet as the night.
The pine-boles kept perpetual hush;
And in the boughs wind never swirled.
I found a flowering lowly bush,
And bowed, slid in, and sighed and curled,
Hidden at rest from all the world.
Safe! I was safe, and glad, I knew!
Yet - with cold heart and cold wet brows
I lay. And the dark fell. . . . There grew
Meward a sound of shaken boughs;
And ceased, above my intricate house;
And silence, silence, silence found me. . . .
I felt the unfaltering movement creep
Among the leaves. They shed around me
Calm clouds of scent, that I did weep;
And stroked my face. I fell asleep.
poem by Rupert Brooke (1910)
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Picaro Harlekyn Moved A Step No Closer
To the mine filed fields an explosive sky
Long dead long unseen he both laughed and cried
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Inexpressibility
Nothing can utter life
Neither the growth of grass leaves
In which love draws the circles of creation
Nor the whisper of water in which
The ripples are endlessly destroyed
Neither the strength of the mountains
Doubling the strength of forests into an echo
Nor being silent before the element
Which is closest to singing
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Eating With The Metaphors
The first said
I’m the pearl
The shell of your silence
I dine
With monsters and sirens and sharks
And your friend the whale of the white
The second said
I’m that wave
You need to carry much higher
To the foam top and back
To your bottom haunt call
As your shores are always
As guilty as charged
The third said
I am the rock
Soil solid mute I swallow
Your booms against your bangs
And your black mountain crashes unsung
The fourth said
I am the time
You need to take me some more
Drag my starts to your finals
For your sand is as quick as dust
The fifth said
I’m the lotus
A water thrown deadline flower
Don’t touch me don’t smell for I’m
The thing you yet need to learn
The sixth said
I’m that paper
You need to fill me like glasses
To the brinks and drink me down
Be bold with your burden of words
The seventh said
Please be seated
I’m the feast of your choice
I’ll let you come close to my cup
I’ll give you something to eat
Until your life breaks fast
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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