Kategorie: Poetry

Unintentional Feelings

a Shakespearean sonnet by Alicia Albers

My dear friends!
Just want to let you know:
I hope it never ends,
instead it shall grow.

What is meant?
You may ask.
Our friendship; this given present!
Although sometimes I feel like wearing a mask.

Sometimes I feel left out,
Knowing it is not on purpose.
I just want to shout:
Feelings, stop making me think I am worthless!

It is not anybody’s “fault”.
But I want this to change, it should not go untold

Not My Tragedy

a poem by Jule Heyen

History seems far away
Long lost in time, my enemy
‘Those days are over’, is what they say
Long lost in time and memory

So close, so far, almost my own
Free and bound and all alone
The heartbeat coursing through my chest
Stagnant, dormant, much too fast

It doesn’t seem to vanish
More and more and never less
Full of gold and jewels, so lavish
Yet a twisting, turning mess

The golden echo of troubled times
Who will pay for all their crimes?
The shadows dancing in my mind
Still feel like they’ve been left behind

Guilt inherited from my mother’s mother
Shaking, twisting, turning in my chest
Locked away with chains that smother
that untamed, unaired unrest

This is not my tragedy
A torrid tale, men’s apathy
Still I’m trapped here, pray, do tell
What does it take to leave this hell?

Because I feel its ghosts on me
Always pulling at my chains
Counting one and two and three
Now open up, see what remains

The rhythm never hurt my heart
Yet it’s always been a part
Of history’s clever coiling song
Why does it all just seem so wrong?

I don’t get to leave this grief
Behind me on my way alone
No break, no pardon, no reprieve
So much for which I must atone.

Purgatory

a poem by Myra Sophia Dedekind

Cheeks like molten silver
Eyes as clear as glass
Her wings eternally folded
Calling the children to mass

Beckoned by the choir
The glorious ancient tunes
The Lady and her squire
Start crawling from their tombs

And the feather falling heavy
Hearts on scales, weighing the levy
Little bad man quivers in fear
The day of reckoning is here

Haikus

a collection by Philipp Neumann

Office
Numbers, Excel sheets
Same work, but different day
What a deep boredom

***

Friendship
Good tea and a friend
Conversations in the sun
Great pleasure, indeed

***

Sherlock
Not a mystery
If we combine evidence
Pure logic Watson!

***

Filler
Nothing new no change
Oh, I guess it must be a
filler episode

***

Talk less
Words and Words and Words
Why talk so much when a few
A few do the trick

***

Clock ticking
It has been some time
Clock was ticking rapidly
Deep black turned to gray

***

Spring
A sea of yellow
A lightning bolt flies nearby
Crazy for a bee

***

Open Sea
Sea breeze, waves crashing
UFOs above us all
Oh no, Larry’s gone

The Breaking of a Soul

a poem by Myra Sophia Dedekind

I see her lips move. The sound doesn’t reach me. I don’t want to hear. Not
now. Not ever.

‘Gerel.’

What a strange name. I’m sure it’s not mine.
You named me the moon. You gave me my shine.

‘Gerel.’

I refuse, shut my eyes, my ears, all my senses drowned out.
All that stays is darkness. My light has gone out.

‘Gerel, listen to me!’

Nothing is here, nothing is real. This a dream. There is nothing to fear.

‘Gerel, you have to stop.’

My sun is at home, she is safe and sound.
And when I return, my light will be found.

‘Gerel.’

You wouldn’t leave me. I won’t let you go.
Think of the baby, your upcoming show.

‘Gerel, she’s gone!’

The words sink in and I lose my hold.
Why?

Debt

a poem by Lukas Bartsch

I
Deep in the mid of darkest night
appeared to me a spectre bright.
Floating there suspended up high
mouth ajar in lone mournful cry:
Ah! Be damned you, too cold – too cold
is thy plane for us Spirits old.

II
Then rightly frightened did I deem,
this vision can’t be naught but dream.
Merely a nightly delusion
could explain this strange intrusion.
Steady, steady! I told my heart,
ere thundering you rip apart!

III
Yet the apparition remained.
Thus, my fear returned and chained
me anew to my wooden bed
draped now in icecold creeping dread.
And through the shutter coldly shone
moonlight on floating rags and bone.

IV
As suddenly the shutters shut
a cackling laughter froze my blood.
Emanating from rotten head,
its bluish hue now crimson red.
Summoning then from whence it dwells –
the lapping flames of fiery hells.

V
Mortal! I have risen to claim
the embers of thy lonely flame
which you had promised in return
for thy love avoiding her urn.
Ah! So now down – down we shall go.
Come freely or I make it so!

VI
Unholy demon, ghastly son of hell,
hear me now! Never did I tell
the devil he may claim my soul!
Never shall I offer this toll!
For I prayed to the angels above.
That they may in their mercy save my love.

VII
Pray – pray you did but not to God.
Did you, fool, never deem it odd
that the answer came from below?
For the angel that heard thy woe
was my father, fair King of Fire,
The Lord of Flies, Archangel, Sire!