I translated this text last year in Dr. Suleimonova’s class. It was found in the old Semitic Museum on Divinity Avenue. Originally in ancient Semitic, it was translated from Persian. I hope you … more →
Poetry, No Prosedeepakapte wrote 2 months ago: My favorite Poems IF By Rudyard Kipling IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing thei … more →
serentripity wrote 1 year ago: We had conquistador ambitions. Battle plans were made, but we had no troops. Now we are aging genera … more →
serentripity wrote 1 year ago: I write two kinds of poetry: “On Demand” – meaning: people give me a topic, a time … more →
serentripity wrote 1 year ago: When she’s feeling her worst, the only comfort she wants is to be told everything will be OK. … more →
serentripity wrote 1 year ago: I’ve been to the bottom and back. Sometimes I leave because they kick me out, other times I ge … more →
serentripity wrote 1 year ago: You can tell a true lover by the gifts they give. When you only get them on occasions, dutifully, wh … more →
serentripity wrote 1 year ago: I speak of her in superlatives that are tragically in the past tense. When the wisdom you gain with … more →
serentripity wrote 1 year ago: You’re often in love with strangers, And still too young to recognize That none of your fantas … more →
serentripity wrote 1 year ago: When you’re young, you look for something to worship, you find a uniform, adopt an identity, b … more →
serentripity wrote 1 year ago: Only the obedient know what they want. They’ve seen enough of the world To know the size of th … more →
serentripity wrote 1 year ago: A good poem captures the essence of something, or of everything, in the fewest words possible. Truth … more →
Luke wrote 1 year ago: I translated this text last year in Dr. Suleimonova’s class. It was found in the old Semitic M … more →
Luke wrote 2 years ago: Wife, When I find you, I want to take pictures of your arms, both left and right, and place them in … more →
Luke wrote 2 years ago: Oh Sleep, thou son of Death, who a thousand years ago unseen, your father kissed and home left with … more →
Luke wrote 2 years ago: Was it her smile which lit the sun? I dare not propose a lesser mark, It is altogether more pure and … more →
Luke wrote 2 years ago: My boy, when I was young, I, like you, was nimble, free, Merrily, oh how I sung, Songs of the land a … more →
Luke wrote 2 years ago: I see we meet again, and I must stand to protest, for your melodies will end, no different than the … more →
Luke wrote 2 years ago: Five minutes I cannot buy, even if I want but a second try, or to feel love lost one more time, or h … more →