When You Fall – a poem with photos of the waterfall that inspired it
#inspiration #poem #poetry #waterfall #webstories
https://muz4now.com/web-stories/when-you-fall-a-poem-with-photos-of-the-waterfall-that-inspired-it
#poem — Public Fediverse posts
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Out of Your League
A phlebotomist with much intrigue
Has a great way to battle fatigue
It comes from her grueling
Background of schooling
She comes from the I.V. league#funny #comedy #laugh #silly #humor #humour #verse #poetry #poem #limerick #phlebotomist #fatigue #schooling #ivyleague #intravenous #IV
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Beautiful fall night
Moon rise over the smsll pond
Two swans together#dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #poem #shortpoem #senryu #writing
Prompt ~ Moon rise
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Forest Floor
Leaves blanket the ground
with a counterpane of death
to warm wintry earth.© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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in pale cold
a slight moon rises
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#PoemaDelDía Hoy estamos leyendo
"Las sirenas", de Margarita Andiano (España, 1901-1948)
https://franciscocenamor.blogspot.com/2026/11/poema-del-dia-las-sirenas-de-margarita.htmlCruz Roja española (Boletín oficial de la Brigada de Barcelona, n° 219, abril 1938), incluido en Romancero de mujeres poetas de la guerra de España (1936-1939) (Ediciones Espuela de plata, Sevilla, 2026, ed. de Serge Solaün).
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Siegfried Sassoon’s “Idyll” in Esperanto translation // “Idilio” de Siegfried Sassoon en Esperanta traduko
I am very happy to announce that my Esperanto translation of Siegfried Sassoon’s poem “Idyll” – featured on this website a few months ago – has just won 1st prize in the annual literary competition “Lucija Borčić” organised by the Croatian Esperanto League.
Please scroll down for the brief introduction in Esperanto, followed by both the original text and the translation.
Mi tre ĝojas anonci, ke mia Esperanta traduko de la poemo “Idilio” de Siegfried Sassoon, aperinta en ĉi tiu retejo antaŭ kelkaj monatoj, ĵus gajnis la unuan premion en la ĉiujara literatura konkurso “Lucija Borčić” organizata de la Kroata Esperantista Unuiĝo.
Bonvolu rulumi malsupren por legi la mallongan enkondukon en Esperanto, sekvatan de la originala teksto kaj la traduko.
Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967) estis angla poeto, romanisto kaj soldato, plej konata pro sia poezio pri la Unua Mondmilito. En siaj verkoj li vive priskribis la spertojn de soldatoj kaj la kruelaĵojn de milito, ofte kun kritika kaj satira tono. Inter liaj konataj poemoj troviĝas Idyll [Idilio], kiu kontrastigas la belecon de la naturo kun la tragedio de milita detruo.
In the grey summer garden I shall find you
With day-break and the morning hills behind you.
There will be rain-wet roses; stir of wings;
And down the wood a thrush that wakes and sings.
Not from the past you'll come, but from that deep
Where beauty murmurs to the soul asleep:
And I shall know the sense of life re-born
From dreams into the mystery of morn
Where gloom and brightness meet. And standing there
Till that calm song is done, at last we'll share
The league-spread, quiring symphonies that are
Joy in the world, and peace, and dawn’s one star.En la griza somer’ ĝardeno mi trovos vin
Kun tagiĝo kaj la matenaj montetoj malantaŭ vi.
Estos rozoj pluv-malsekaj; ekmovo de flugiloj;
Kaj malsupre en l’ arbaro turdo vekiĝanta kaj kantanta.
Ne vi venos el la pasinteco, sed el tiu profundeco
Kie al l’ animo dormanta murmuras beleco:
Tuj mi scios la sencon de vivo renata
El revoj en la misteron de frumateno
Kie mallumo kaj lumo renkontas. Kaj starante tie
Ĝis tiu trankvila kanto ĉesas, finfine ni kunhavos
La vastajn, korusajn simfoniojn, kiuj estas
Ĝoj’ en la mondo, kaj paco, kaj de l’ aŭroro unusola stelo.NOTES
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Darning a Sock
This is better than
#daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
scented letters, this is
truth and calm and
everything good that can fit
in a palm; this is
lines of patch in
perfect meter,
a syntax in the color match;
this scans at first glance, a meaning
immediate and springing
the form:
“I love you.
Stay warm.” -
autumn deepens
earlier by the day
moon rise#dailyhaikuprompt - moon rise
#haiku
#poem
#poetry
#writing
#writingcommunity
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This morning I watched from here
a helicopter skirting like a damaged insect
the Empire State Building, that
jumbo size dentist’s drill…—Norman MacCaig, “Hotel Room, 12th Floor”
published in THE POEMS OF NORMAN MacCAIG (Birlinn, 2009)5/12
https://birlinn.co.uk/product/the-poems-of-norman-maccaig/
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #20thcentury #NormanMacCaig #NewYork
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LEE Y COMPARTE EL #PoemaDelDía
"Las sirenas", de Margarita Andiano (España, 1901-1948) https://franciscocenamor.blogspot.com/2026/11/poema-del-dia-las-sirenas-de-margarita.html
Cruz Roja española (Boletín oficial de la Brigada de Barcelona, n° 219, abril 1938), incluido en Romancero de mujeres poetas de la guerra de España (1936-1939) (Ediciones Espuela de plata, Sevilla, 2026, ed. de Serge Solaün).
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Searching The Meaning Of Life! (S.T.M.O.L) @searchingthemeaningoflife.wordpress.com@searchingthemeaningoflife.wordpress.comΠίσω από βλέφαρα Είμαι φυλακισμένη Σε κάθε δάκρυ Και μια μικρή φυγή | by SearchingTheMeaningOfLife
[photo by Johnny di *passion*]
Πίσω από βλέφαρα
Είμαι φυλακισμένη
Σε κάθε δάκρυ
Και μια μικρή φυγή
Το βλέμμα αφήνεις
Να χάνεται στο κύμα
Είναι άλλου δάκρυα
Γι’ αυτό αδιαφορείς
Πεθαίνεις τάχα
Από νοσταλγία
Για μια κοινή αβίωτη ζωή
«Πάψε! Δυστυχείς. Το ‘τώρα’ αδικείς.»
Δάκρυ στερνό κραυγάζει στη σιωπή
Ανέφικτη ύπαρξη
Και πώς να αγαπηθεί[Εγγραφές Ημερολογίου 23/6/2023]
{Περιέχεται στο Ψηφιακό βιβλίο «ΗΜΕΡΟΛΟΓΙΟ 2022 – 2025» FOR MOBILE με ISBN: 9798231431847}
Για περισσότερα :
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– https://www.wattpad.com/
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– https://www.overdrive.com/
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– https://fable.co/book/
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“Lydia’s Spilled Tea” by Andrew Cyr
Photo by Ku00fcbra Dou011fu on Pexels.comLydia’s Spilled Tea
The tea Lydia spills
as if her beliefs alone
gave her smiles—
she lowers her gaze
to the desire of her
melodious voice as she spills out
her deepest regrets,
claiming back then,
I was her backup plan.
I had words
of lost sleep
to scream:
she is wrong,
but I am wrong—
she wins;
in that, we both learned
something.
Oh, how things have changed
when Lydia rearranged
decisions, danced
on the grave of her indecision
found the will to stick up
for herself, like I told her.
Lydia returned from college,
learning, in a textbook,
that she took me for granted.
She pledged that the past
wouldn’t haunt our future
as we cruised down hills,
making carbon footprints—
a home for our future.
Lydia asked what I thought
of her change.
I told her college did her well.
Copyright © 2026 Andrew Cyr
All Rights ReservedAndrew Cyr is a writer whose work has appeared in Literary Odyssey and Spillwords, including “Coping with Loss: A Message Beyond Death.”
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CW: Ngl kinda sad 😔
I think I want to kill myself.
Well, not kill myself... but disappear.
Think about it... as a human being.... how long do you think you could take for your name to appear in the news.
A week? A month?? Six months?
Throw myself from a mountain ledge,
There is no sledge.
Abyss of air.
Return to land it is only fair.
Bumps and bruise
I can only snooze.
And life is forever
Death to me is no tether. -
in the roses
in the roses in the winter
#daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
when the snow is falling, falling,
in the winter they are
drowning they are
covered they are
beautiful in retrospect;
in the roses in the winter
there is something
sleeping eating
something burrowing
for warmth something
caring not for beauty gone
just eating, eating, eating,
whether cabbages or
foxflesh whether
ashwood or briar,
there is something burrowing
when the snow is falling, falling,
on the roses
in the winter. -
Tintern
Relics of a faith
condemned by its vanity,
and ruined by pride.© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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Chambers
In this ancient land,
where stones sigh in memory
of long dead heroes,
I listen, to hear the wind
whisper æons of legend.© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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Sacred Words Of A Nomad Soul @davidjosephwriteshere.wordpress.com@davidjosephwriteshere.wordpress.comGardening
I secretly crave books that are hidden,Kept on a shelf my hands can never reach.I can sense a story just above me,An idea, a thought I never had. If angels have taken such care to place,Splendid books filled with answers to my lifeFar away from my reach and hungry eyes,Should I kneel down and pray or walk away? My blurry eyes can barely see the spine,A title embossed in majestic gold.A planet in front of my telescope,That I cannot ever hope to call home. And so I roam gathering easy […]https://davidjosephwriteshere.wordpress.com/2026/11/13/gardening/
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autumn storm
I lay the table for two
to dine without wine#dailyhaikuprompt - wine
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#PoemaDelDía Hoy estamos leyendo
"Himno a la belleza intelectual", de Percy Bysshe Shelley (Gran Bretaña, 1792-1822) https://franciscocenamor.blogspot.com/2026/11/poema-del-dia-himno-la-belleza.html
Poetas románticos ingleses (BackList, Barcelona, 2010, trad. de Leopoldo Panero).
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Sometimes nothing hurts more than seeing other people being happy when you're in the depths of depression. I remember this walk. Everything made me hurt, and nobody was doing it intentionally except one person.
#poem #poetry #poems #poetrycommunity #love #relationships #writing #reading #breakups
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The Walk at Night: A Poem about Isolation, Pain, and an Ending Relationship
We’re here, on the inky street,
outside our vanishing home.
Moths battering the solemn orange eye
of streetlights, soggy with summer heat.
I’m sitting with my dog on the curb.
We’re still shaking.
Another fight, screaming, anger,
a relationship fracturing apart
like poorly cut crystal.We walk further
the streets are sharp with buildings,
but blurred with light.
The smeared sky and gloom
doing its best impressionist strokes.
We pass restaurants, breweries, ice cream, coffee,
pizza, and popcorn mashing with IPAs.
There is laughter, unrefined, sizzling
a million words colliding at once.It’s too loud. Soon, we’re miles from home,
till we see the edge of Minneapolis.
A skyscraper forest, with metallic leaves
all vertical, steely, but peppered with life.
Dozens of people captured, lancing the night
in a metropolis of concrete honeycomb.
I know someone
inside all those lightsis happy
why can’t it be me?
#blogging #books #breakUps #fiction #horror #love #monsters #patrickWMarsh #poem #poems #Poetry #reading #relationships #writing -
turns out incorporating #dailyhaikuprompt into #ReverseWordle clues in #WordlePoetry is challenging. just finished my #poem for yesterday's irritating #wordle 😒
#Wordle1972 5/6 a crude #haiku
🟨⬜🟩⬜⬜
⬜⬜🟩🟨⬜wave of filth rolls in
⬜⬜🟩⬜🟩birds endure oil soaked coastline
⬜🟩🟩🟩🟩disastrous black gold
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"I didn’t understand that you couldn’t
live in a cathedral,
needed lower ceilings..."
Cathedral by Harper Lewis https://medium.com/the-mad-river/cathedral-598fb530dc6f/share/juliakantic
#love #poetry #micropoetry in The Mad River #litpub & #poetrycommunity
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It's only "Champagne"
if it's from the "right" region
otherwise it's "wine."(We should not apply
"appellation controller"
to our citizens.)#dailyhaikuprompt - wine
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Sonnet 104 - CIV
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold,
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd,
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd:
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.bot by @davidaugust
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LEE Y COMPARTE EL #PoemaDelDía
"Himno a la belleza intelectual", de Percy Bysshe Shelley (Gran Bretaña, 1792-1822) https://franciscocenamor.blogspot.com/2026/11/poema-del-dia-himno-la-belleza.html
Poetas románticos ingleses (BackList, Barcelona, 2010, trad. de Leopoldo Panero).
#poetry #poem #poetrycommunity #Libros #Cultura #books #poesia #literatura
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Confession:Reflection – lyric poem
#poem
#Music #PoetryandMore
https://muz4now.com/2017/confessionreflection-lyric-poem -
Two #quotes on a theme:
(1)
But oh, to Love too well's a Curse
of such a strange degree;
were my Fidelity far worse
much happier should I be.- from "To Cynthia" by Thomas D'Urfey, c.1690
(2)
“Do you love him, Loretta?”
—Aw, ma, I love him awful.
“Oh, God, that’s too bad.”-from "Moonstruck," screenplay by John Patrick Shanley, 1987
#quote #quotation #poetry #movies #80smovies #cher #poem #love
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White
Tonight is icy
as the biting frost I find
in my bitter soul.© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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Platinum
If I could capture
the jewels of the night sky
and bring them to earth,
would I find a heart worthy
on which to mount their beauty?© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026
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Týr
one finger at a time
#daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
in the mouth of the beast;
rancid breath,
stinking hot under the fingernails –
if this isn’t fear there is no fear;
if this isn’t sacrifice there is no sacrifice –
no release of death, only an
eternity of mutilation. Teeth
like a bracelet, tighter, tighter,
the eyes narrow with betrayal –
this is justice; this is war;
the teeth sink through sinew –
this is unknown to any god;
this is what it means to become a man. -
#PoemaDelDía Hoy estamos leyendo
"Copias", de Radhia Toumi (Argelia, siglo XX) https://franciscocenamor.blogspot.com/2026/11/poema-del-dia-copias-de-radhia-toumi.html
Círculo de #poesia @circulodepoesia (México, 3 de mayo de 2026, trad. de Mariela Cordero @marielacorderog ).
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Who owns freedom?
My poem A Letter to Freedom explores oppression, privilege, and the endless struggle for liberation.
#Poetry #Freedom #PoetryCommunity #poem
Now available in English on THE BIRD:
https://www.thebirdali.com/2026/11/a-letter-to-freedom-poem.html
