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Poetry

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by AMALOU OUASSOU (Morocco)

April 2022

We think it was a lit cigarette

flicked off the wrist of a driver, racing past

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by JENSEN LEE (United States)

April 2022

Once under the light of dawn

there sat a singing lark.

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by RYDER KEREOPA (Australia)

April 2022

You think this poem will preserve the breeze,

preserve the dark and oaky trees

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by SOVEREIGN (United States)

April 2022

Quiet settles like a thousand years of grief, and

it spills over in the wake of a firework's shout

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by RYDER KEREOPA (Australia)

April 2022

You think this poem will preserve the breeze,

preserve the dark and oaky trees

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by JAYDA BRAIN (Australia)

April 2022

Pollen stuck to his thighs, the man feels 

something unnamable growing in his chest 

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by JONATHAN CHARLES STEPHENS (United States)

November 2021

Ingrain yourself in a wild honey: flail a standing ovation with petaled hands

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by LINDA KONG (United States)

November 2021

moonlight kisses the clouds. It rings, the moonlight, like church bells striking.

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by MARLEY SHEPHERD (United States)

November 2021

"What's with the buckets?" you ask. "They're carrying something important." 

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by SASINDIE SUBASINGHE (Sri Lanka)

November 2021

It began at the beginning in the middle of things; at the center of a galaxy 

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by BRITNEY PHAM (Australia)

April 2019

The silence can be eerie

Dark, damp and cold

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by MAI MCGAW (United States)

April 2019

On a frosty October morning, I walk to a field

And lie flat on my back in the dewy grass.

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by SAMANTHA WAGNER (United States)

April 2019

I believe in

People Places,

A Place for every Person to

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by ROSIE JONES (United Kingdom)

April 2019

A poem is when a scattering of swallows suddenly form a perfect v.

A poem is the angle which makes dew on a rose petal look like diamonds.

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by ENLING LIAO (Australia)

September 2019

Late afternoon. I never knew a whisper, soft and sweet, could sing

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by KIANA JACKSON (Australia)

September 2019

You're deplorable, horrible, despicable, ignorable. You reiterate, evaluate, desiccate . . .

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by DANIEL SHARPE (Northern Ireland)

September 2019

Sweet Erin you lay far from me, 

In soils toiled by blight and blood.

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by MAY ZHENG (United States)

December 2019

Air sticks to my skin, 

like honey. mosquitos circle my ankles and wrists

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by TING LIN (China)

December 2019

I look at you for decades and your words

melt in this subtropical heat.

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by AFRAH SHEKH (India)

December 2019

the first missile tears through the skin;

skinning the embers of a quenched country

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by ELEANOR LEWIS (Wales)

December 2019

i have come back

to the village i swore i would never see again

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by CAROLINE DINH (United States)

April 2020

Sometimes I like to collapse infinity

into a single point in time I label "now."

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by ARIELLE LINN (Myanmar)

April 2020

In the thousand faceless poems I've read

the moon has never been named a "him."

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by KATE GARDNER (United States)

April 2020

And the sea has many teeth, far more than I. But if we are one 

then I have all the same teeth as the sea, then it has the same teeth as I. 

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by ENLING LIAO (Australia)

April 2019

Thirty-two nights without seeing a start

Bright, shining, good luck, good luck for me.

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by AIKA ADAMSON (United States)

April 2020

The night comes with a special kind of softness,

where the music swells. 

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by ASHTON PERFECTO (United States)

April 2020

I am an American boy

with a Mexican twin. 

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by AMALIA COSTA (United Kingdom)

August 2020

We come in droves, frothing at the mouth and baying for blood.

Our enemy invisible, stretched across the world like the taut skin of a drum. 

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by HANNAH LING (Malaysia)

August 2020

I believe in the power of words to come flying:

swans whooping as they pass

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by ANNA O'CONNOR (Ireland)

August 2020

I do not see the stars from where I stand

but I know they are there. 

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by LIORA SCOP (South Africa)

August 2020

They say 7 billion people stayed home today

2.2 billion children stayed out of school

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by LYAT MELESE (United States)

August 2020

Change is unexpected. 

Like the day I was told we were moving to America. 

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by OTTAVIA PALUCH (Canada)

August 2020

People evaporate.

But not as quickly as water.

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by MARIANA SANTIBANEZ (Mexico)

August 2020

As we turn into ghost towns and ghost stories,

I memorize the steps, the corners, the edges.

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by NEERAJA KUMAR (India)

August 2020

125 miles.

I never imagined they could be so close. 

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by ARIA MALLARE (United States)

August 2020

Don't you swat at a fly. 

Don't you mindlessly shoot that harmless creature to the ground.

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by LEE GAINES (United States)

August 2020

you have learned there is both good and bad about where you live.

you have learned the stubbornest people on the planet are Southern. 

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by VIVIAN ZHI (Canada)

December 2020

My words can be a sense of comfort, a feeling of being understood, a thought, an awakening. 

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by YASMINE BOLDEN (United States)

December 2020

You have never known those shores or those 

people or those words that sound like a memory

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by NAZEEFA AHMED (Canada)

December 2020

Mathematics: prove me

with your trig identities

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by AKSHITHA UPADYAYULA (India)

December 2020

But if I visit Chinatown and look hard enough, 

I can see the traces of our history left behind.

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by CARISSA CEASOR (United States)

December 2020

Shirk your sense of responsibility. 

Leave your guilt at the door of progress. 

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by LOIS BELOVED (Australia)

December 2020

At first they stand, orphaned, like a line of birds, 

first on one foot, then the other, in unison.

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by ADDISON RAHMLOW (United States)

December 2020

I wasn't alive in '93, when cryptosporidium poured

through the water like liquid lava

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by TAZ HANCOCK (Hong Kong)

December 2020

I believe in justice, 

in our voices, in theirs

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by IZRAHMAE SUICO (The Philippines)

April 2021

It is like a curl of smoke, 

Crowning the feral embers


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by TEREN LEE (Malaysia)

April 2021

Have moths ever burned like Icarus, 

encased in what they love

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by RUTH PORT (United Kingdom)

April 2021

Green are the strands of the winner's laurel;

green is the step of his podium as he stares over the crowd

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by ARI (United States)

April 2021

In the jungles of Aklan stands a statue of a man I've never met.

Stands a monument to a face I've never seen.

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by NURA OROOJI (South Africa)

July 2021

Waterfalls of cream and white, 

with leafy laced foam

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by SASINDIE SUBASINGHE (Sri Lanka)

July 2021

It begins with patter, like the impatient tap

of painted nails, the rain thrums on the roof

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by OLIVIA GOLDSMITH (New Zealand)

July 2021

"Quark querk arck erk,"  

That's what the tui said.


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by LAUREN TEH (United Arab Emirates)

July 2021

Soft sliding susurrations, light lift of page, 

A sigh, a huff, a breath, murmurs in the murky quiet


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by ROSIE JONES (Wales)

July 2021

Below

the cherry blossom clouds

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by AALIYAH JALEEL (Canada)

July 2021

I remember

That sun-kissed evening in 1914

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by TIFFANY LEONG (United States)

July 2021

I knew Chinatown best on Saturdays, 

the November kind

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by NEERAJA KUMAR (India)

July 2021

Why does the sky appear black from the airplane

even though its sweltering noon on the ground?

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by CHRIS LIM (The Philippines)

July 2021

Jeepney Smoke seeps through the iron rail

to keep him bloodshot. He burrows in the neck

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by BETHANY ADDO-SMITH (United Kingdom)

July 2021

I drink the elderflower air, 

poured by the 4am sky

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by LILY WANG (United States)

July 2021

for two cents, the man 

answering will reach into the ocean