POETRY FROM YOU
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“Look, look at me. I reside so high
BHUWAN THAPALIYA
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he never scolds us, oh, he never shouts.
MARIA SOCORRO TEJEDOR
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Heavy with expectation - It wasn’t planned - Yet once heard The news is more than welcome
CELINA MCEWEN
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Much-loved Singapore poet Robert Yeo shares a few of his own Japanese-style poems – and their sources of inspiration
ROBERT YEO
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There's a new wind seeping through the clouds this morning
ANGELO B. ANCHETA
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Ma, I wish I was beaten black and blue. For a hurt is never an offence for you for a taunt doesn't even count, for the words never leave a wound to show the hatred bound.
Restless Mind
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She, that dream secretary who knew the ways of the skies, once painted the moon by painting first our eyes half-closed: it is not so much what we see, but what we are seeped in.
Vivienne Yeo
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These shelves have been here a good many years And there are too many, too many books to read. A few are neatly stacked from short to tall, But really, most are strewn all over the floor.
DARIUS SIT
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Never lose your passport, said my father At the gates. This book contains your name, and Date of birth. It’s proof that you exist. I
GAYLE GOH
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In awe i stand and smile in awe i am silenced by the gentle flutter of butterfly wings --
FARHEEN MURKI
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Montreal: Fall Tell me it must be the weather that dyes my mind white, congeals thought –
KARTHIKA NAIR
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I wrote this poem because my school decided to have a poem competition to celebrate National Poetry Day. The teacher of my English class asked all of us to enter. The theme of all the poems had to be about "Home."
SOFIA SHAMSUNAHAR
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I imagine how smooth that this scar tissue of yours
TRISSHA NG
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His mouth. Sorry, sorry, like ravens about my head. Their feathers brushing about my lobes, whispering cold into my ear.
STARCKE LAM
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The toast is soft today too much butter - or is it just this lacklustre morning weather?
SHERWIN NG
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Keep your eye on asia!
