Poems. Volume 7 // VINYL POETRY. You are six flags by Nate Slawson // VINYL POETRY. You are 1992 by Nate Slawson // VINYL POETRY. You are cherry now and later’s® by Nate Slawson // VINYL POETRY. TC - Turkish Poetry - Poems from Turkish Poets. Turkish Class - Learn Turkish Language Online, with Free Turkish Lessons. I am Afraid (Korkuyorum) by Unknown. Lavinia (Lavinia) by Özdemir Asaf. Snow (Kar) by Cenk (cybernetics) I Think of You... (Seni Düşünürüm...) by Nazım Hikmet. Bayonet (Süngü) by Sunay Akın. As It Rains... (Yağdıkça) by Yılmaz Erdoğan. Dead Soldier (Ölü Asker) by Sunay Akın. Did I Fall in Love? (Sevdaya Mı Tutuldum?) by Orhan Veli Kanık. On the battlefield (Cephede) by Sunay Akın. Time to Time (Zaman Zaman) by Fikret Kızılok. Martyr (Şehit) by Sunay Akın.
There's something like booze in the air (İçkiye Benzer Bir Şey Var Bu Havalarda) by Orhan Veli Kanık. Winter is Over (Kış Bitti) by Cevat Çapan. Three Languages (Üç Dil) by Bedri Rahmi Eyüboğlu. My Eyes are in Your Eyes (Gözlerim Gözlerinde) by Ümit Yaşar Oğuzcan. A Couple of Words (Bir Cift Söz) by Cenk (cybernetics) F a i l b e t t e r . c o m. Henry Israeli, “Depraved Cogitation” | f a i l b e t t e r . c o m. Jonathan Papernick, “When the Rains Came” | f a i l b e t t e r . c o m. At first we did not see the rain fall from the sky, though we did feel the damp in the air, in the steel of our bones. The still sky was gray, the gray clouds full of flood, saved up and timed as though to wash our sins from earth all at once.
The rain fell for four long weeks with no pause. "This is no good," Hank Struck said, as he made the sign of the cross and sank down in the dark muck that took his front porch, his red four by four and his pet black lab. We lost a lot of good men, drowned by the roll of the waves on our own main street. Those of us still left met at the church on the hill. "Why? "I don't know," the priest said. A shout went up from a sleek black haired boy not more than nine, who told us that he had not sinned. "We have all sinned," the priest said with fire on his breath. The boy, sure of his words, stripped off his shirt and showed us all that he had grown gills at his chest and neck, webs at his hands and feet, a sharp fin at his back. . © 2013 Jonathan Papernick. Diode | poetry. Traci Brimhall, diode v4n3. Hysteria: A Requiem Kyrie After the plague we put away our lamentation, our children’s cradles, and dance with all the required ecstasy. The monks follow us with brooms, barefoot.
The doctors in the next room heal each other. A woman in a mask leads the midwife by a leash through the rooms. Outside, spring continues without us. We loved a god we didn’t believe in, and believed in a god we didn’t love, but neither let our children live. Through cracks in the boarded windows, I see broken rocking horses in the streets. Dies Irae No one wants to remember how we found bodies in trees and left them unburied in the sky. On ruined carpets we wallow with pomegranates and sweet wine. The truffles and caviar are ours. We aren’t good with memories, but we are serious about pleasure.
I met my love at the gallows where his father taught him to tie a noose. Offertory The feral cats cry in estrous followed by nurses with a cautious hope. We want to believe laughter will return to us. Sanctus Agnus Dei. Mathias Svalina, diode v5n1. Olya Stoyanova, trans. Katerina Stoykova-Klemer, diode v6n1. Nate Slawson, diode v4n3. Nate Slawson, diode v2n3. Trending poems — Hello Poetry. Crosswords & dot-to-dots. by shivani. Lips by Montana. Elbows and Knees by Montana. You Call It Drowning, I Call It Breathing by Saul Makabim. There's a reason by A Thomas Hawkins. Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath. Cloudy by Gianfranco Marinaro. Not knowing by -
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