Stamatis
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Mostly here to post poems into the void
140. A Great Man's House by Wisława Szymborska
And the trees he had planted in the garden behind the house
grew for him as 𝘑𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘢
and 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘳𝘢 and 𝘜𝘭𝘮𝘶𝘴 and 𝘓𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘹
and 𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘳
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And the trees he had planted in the garden behind the house
grew for him as 𝘑𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘢
and 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘳𝘢 and 𝘜𝘭𝘮𝘶𝘴 and 𝘓𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘹
and 𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘳
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July 2, 2025 at 9:25 AM
140. A Great Man's House by Wisława Szymborska
And the trees he had planted in the garden behind the house
grew for him as 𝘑𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘢
and 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘳𝘢 and 𝘜𝘭𝘮𝘶𝘴 and 𝘓𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘹
and 𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘳
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...
And the trees he had planted in the garden behind the house
grew for him as 𝘑𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘢
and 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘳𝘢 and 𝘜𝘭𝘮𝘶𝘴 and 𝘓𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘹
and 𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘳
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139. The Revolution Will Not Be Televised by Gil Scott-Heron
The revolution will not be televised
Will not be televised
Will not be televised
Will not be televised
The revolution will be no re-run, brothers
The revolution will be live
genius.com/Gil-scott-he...
The revolution will not be televised
Will not be televised
Will not be televised
Will not be televised
The revolution will be no re-run, brothers
The revolution will be live
genius.com/Gil-scott-he...
July 2, 2025 at 9:24 AM
139. The Revolution Will Not Be Televised by Gil Scott-Heron
The revolution will not be televised
Will not be televised
Will not be televised
Will not be televised
The revolution will be no re-run, brothers
The revolution will be live
genius.com/Gil-scott-he...
The revolution will not be televised
Will not be televised
Will not be televised
Will not be televised
The revolution will be no re-run, brothers
The revolution will be live
genius.com/Gil-scott-he...
138. Bride by Maggie Smith
I am my own bride,
lifting the veil to see
my face. Darling, I say,
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I am my own bride,
lifting the veil to see
my face. Darling, I say,
www.reddit.com/r/Poetry/com...
July 2, 2025 at 9:24 AM
138. Bride by Maggie Smith
I am my own bride,
lifting the veil to see
my face. Darling, I say,
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I am my own bride,
lifting the veil to see
my face. Darling, I say,
www.reddit.com/r/Poetry/com...
137. Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . by Charles Bukowski
men who'd kill you
because they're crazy and justify it because
it's the law,
allpoetry.com/poem/8509409...
men who'd kill you
because they're crazy and justify it because
it's the law,
allpoetry.com/poem/8509409...
July 2, 2025 at 9:23 AM
137. Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . by Charles Bukowski
men who'd kill you
because they're crazy and justify it because
it's the law,
allpoetry.com/poem/8509409...
men who'd kill you
because they're crazy and justify it because
it's the law,
allpoetry.com/poem/8509409...
136. Lipiu Revisited by Katerina Anghelaki-Rooke
With what does passion agree?
It seems I have forgotten the syntax
of youth.
www.poeticanet.com/lipiu-revisi...
With what does passion agree?
It seems I have forgotten the syntax
of youth.
www.poeticanet.com/lipiu-revisi...
July 2, 2025 at 9:22 AM
136. Lipiu Revisited by Katerina Anghelaki-Rooke
With what does passion agree?
It seems I have forgotten the syntax
of youth.
www.poeticanet.com/lipiu-revisi...
With what does passion agree?
It seems I have forgotten the syntax
of youth.
www.poeticanet.com/lipiu-revisi...
135. Vulture 1748 by Nikos Engonopoulos
and the ravines hum
with the ruin of battle
and the hymns
of saintly warriors
a voice is heard:
"Mirko Kralis, what are you after?
this is no playground:
this is the Balkans"
www.engonopoulos.gr/_homeEN/poem...
and the ravines hum
with the ruin of battle
and the hymns
of saintly warriors
a voice is heard:
"Mirko Kralis, what are you after?
this is no playground:
this is the Balkans"
www.engonopoulos.gr/_homeEN/poem...
July 2, 2025 at 9:21 AM
135. Vulture 1748 by Nikos Engonopoulos
and the ravines hum
with the ruin of battle
and the hymns
of saintly warriors
a voice is heard:
"Mirko Kralis, what are you after?
this is no playground:
this is the Balkans"
www.engonopoulos.gr/_homeEN/poem...
and the ravines hum
with the ruin of battle
and the hymns
of saintly warriors
a voice is heard:
"Mirko Kralis, what are you after?
this is no playground:
this is the Balkans"
www.engonopoulos.gr/_homeEN/poem...
134. Hurricane by Mary Oliver
And after the leaves came
blossoms. For some things
there are no wrong seasons.
Which is what I dream of for me.
tellingthetruth1993.com/2023/01/23/h...
And after the leaves came
blossoms. For some things
there are no wrong seasons.
Which is what I dream of for me.
tellingthetruth1993.com/2023/01/23/h...
July 2, 2025 at 9:21 AM
134. Hurricane by Mary Oliver
And after the leaves came
blossoms. For some things
there are no wrong seasons.
Which is what I dream of for me.
tellingthetruth1993.com/2023/01/23/h...
And after the leaves came
blossoms. For some things
there are no wrong seasons.
Which is what I dream of for me.
tellingthetruth1993.com/2023/01/23/h...
133. Ghost Ship by Sonia Greenfield
when a swirl of colored spot lights sets you
spinning, you have to dance as if
the very act of living depends on it.
rattle.com/ghost-ship-b...
when a swirl of colored spot lights sets you
spinning, you have to dance as if
the very act of living depends on it.
rattle.com/ghost-ship-b...
July 2, 2025 at 9:20 AM
133. Ghost Ship by Sonia Greenfield
when a swirl of colored spot lights sets you
spinning, you have to dance as if
the very act of living depends on it.
rattle.com/ghost-ship-b...
when a swirl of colored spot lights sets you
spinning, you have to dance as if
the very act of living depends on it.
rattle.com/ghost-ship-b...
132. Tired by Langston Hughes
Let us take a knife
And cut the world in two -
And see what worms are eating
At the rind.
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Let us take a knife
And cut the world in two -
And see what worms are eating
At the rind.
genius.com/Langston-hug...
July 2, 2025 at 9:20 AM
132. Tired by Langston Hughes
Let us take a knife
And cut the world in two -
And see what worms are eating
At the rind.
genius.com/Langston-hug...
Let us take a knife
And cut the world in two -
And see what worms are eating
At the rind.
genius.com/Langston-hug...
131. A blade of grass by Brian Patten
You ask for a poem.
And so I write you a tragedy
childrens.poetryarchive.org/poem/a-blade...
You ask for a poem.
And so I write you a tragedy
childrens.poetryarchive.org/poem/a-blade...
July 2, 2025 at 9:19 AM
131. A blade of grass by Brian Patten
You ask for a poem.
And so I write you a tragedy
childrens.poetryarchive.org/poem/a-blade...
You ask for a poem.
And so I write you a tragedy
childrens.poetryarchive.org/poem/a-blade...
130. Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear by Mosab Abu Toha
When you stitch the cut, don’t forget to put all these back in my ear.
Put them back in order as you would do with books on your shelf.
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When you stitch the cut, don’t forget to put all these back in my ear.
Put them back in order as you would do with books on your shelf.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...
July 2, 2025 at 8:50 AM
130. Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear by Mosab Abu Toha
When you stitch the cut, don’t forget to put all these back in my ear.
Put them back in order as you would do with books on your shelf.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...
When you stitch the cut, don’t forget to put all these back in my ear.
Put them back in order as you would do with books on your shelf.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...
129. The Trojan Women by Euripides
HECUBA
Woe! thrice woe upon me! Ilium is ablaze; the homes of Pergamos and its towering walls are now one sheet of flame.
...
HECUBA
Woe for thee, O land that nursed my little babes!
CHORUS
Ah! woe!
classics.mit.edu/Euripides/tr...
HECUBA
Woe! thrice woe upon me! Ilium is ablaze; the homes of Pergamos and its towering walls are now one sheet of flame.
...
HECUBA
Woe for thee, O land that nursed my little babes!
CHORUS
Ah! woe!
classics.mit.edu/Euripides/tr...
July 2, 2025 at 7:30 AM
129. The Trojan Women by Euripides
HECUBA
Woe! thrice woe upon me! Ilium is ablaze; the homes of Pergamos and its towering walls are now one sheet of flame.
...
HECUBA
Woe for thee, O land that nursed my little babes!
CHORUS
Ah! woe!
classics.mit.edu/Euripides/tr...
HECUBA
Woe! thrice woe upon me! Ilium is ablaze; the homes of Pergamos and its towering walls are now one sheet of flame.
...
HECUBA
Woe for thee, O land that nursed my little babes!
CHORUS
Ah! woe!
classics.mit.edu/Euripides/tr...
128. J is for Jarasandha by Divya Victor
And his body found no way to return to itself.
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And his body found no way to return to itself.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/146456...
July 2, 2025 at 7:26 AM
128. J is for Jarasandha by Divya Victor
And his body found no way to return to itself.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/146456...
And his body found no way to return to itself.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/146456...
127. The Hormone of Darkness by Tilsa Otta
I want to be the hormone of darkness
I want to see
Who can open their mouth the most
Who has the longest tongue
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/159720...
I want to be the hormone of darkness
I want to see
Who can open their mouth the most
Who has the longest tongue
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/159720...
July 2, 2025 at 7:25 AM
127. The Hormone of Darkness by Tilsa Otta
I want to be the hormone of darkness
I want to see
Who can open their mouth the most
Who has the longest tongue
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/159720...
I want to be the hormone of darkness
I want to see
Who can open their mouth the most
Who has the longest tongue
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/159720...
126. Ballad of the Moon Moon by Federico Garcia Lorka
Through the olive groves
in bronze and in dreams
here the gypsies come
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Through the olive groves
in bronze and in dreams
here the gypsies come
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...
July 2, 2025 at 7:25 AM
126. Ballad of the Moon Moon by Federico Garcia Lorka
Through the olive groves
in bronze and in dreams
here the gypsies come
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...
Through the olive groves
in bronze and in dreams
here the gypsies come
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...
125. The gift by Li-Young Lee
you would have thought you saw a man
planting something in a boy’s palm,
a silver tear, a tiny flame.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43010/...
you would have thought you saw a man
planting something in a boy’s palm,
a silver tear, a tiny flame.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43010/...
July 2, 2025 at 7:21 AM
125. The gift by Li-Young Lee
you would have thought you saw a man
planting something in a boy’s palm,
a silver tear, a tiny flame.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43010/...
you would have thought you saw a man
planting something in a boy’s palm,
a silver tear, a tiny flame.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43010/...
124. "Hope" is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
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I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42889/...
July 2, 2025 at 7:20 AM
124. "Hope" is the thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42889/...
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42889/...
123. Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
allpoetry.com/poem/8509539...
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
allpoetry.com/poem/8509539...
July 2, 2025 at 7:19 AM
123. Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
allpoetry.com/poem/8509539...
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
allpoetry.com/poem/8509539...
122. Of the Empire by Mary Oliver
they will say also that our politics was no more
than an apparatus to accommodate the feelings of
the heart, and that the heart, in those days,
was small, and hard, and full of meanness.
awabisabilife.ca/2023/06/02/o...
they will say also that our politics was no more
than an apparatus to accommodate the feelings of
the heart, and that the heart, in those days,
was small, and hard, and full of meanness.
awabisabilife.ca/2023/06/02/o...
July 2, 2025 at 7:17 AM
122. Of the Empire by Mary Oliver
they will say also that our politics was no more
than an apparatus to accommodate the feelings of
the heart, and that the heart, in those days,
was small, and hard, and full of meanness.
awabisabilife.ca/2023/06/02/o...
they will say also that our politics was no more
than an apparatus to accommodate the feelings of
the heart, and that the heart, in those days,
was small, and hard, and full of meanness.
awabisabilife.ca/2023/06/02/o...
121. Black Earth Red Earth by Cesare Pavese
like the earth, a grinder
of seasons and dreams
that reveals itself under the moon
to be so old, just like
the hands of your mother,
the bowl of the brazier.
www.poetrynook.com/poem/black-e...
like the earth, a grinder
of seasons and dreams
that reveals itself under the moon
to be so old, just like
the hands of your mother,
the bowl of the brazier.
www.poetrynook.com/poem/black-e...
July 2, 2025 at 7:17 AM
121. Black Earth Red Earth by Cesare Pavese
like the earth, a grinder
of seasons and dreams
that reveals itself under the moon
to be so old, just like
the hands of your mother,
the bowl of the brazier.
www.poetrynook.com/poem/black-e...
like the earth, a grinder
of seasons and dreams
that reveals itself under the moon
to be so old, just like
the hands of your mother,
the bowl of the brazier.
www.poetrynook.com/poem/black-e...
120. If I Must Die by Refaat Alareer
If I must die
let it bring hope,
let it be a story.
worldliteraturetoday.org/blog/poetry/...
If I must die
let it bring hope,
let it be a story.
worldliteraturetoday.org/blog/poetry/...
July 2, 2025 at 7:08 AM
120. If I Must Die by Refaat Alareer
If I must die
let it bring hope,
let it be a story.
worldliteraturetoday.org/blog/poetry/...
If I must die
let it bring hope,
let it be a story.
worldliteraturetoday.org/blog/poetry/...
119. The Rubayiat by Omar Khayam
'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days
Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays:
Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays.
www.gutenberg.org/files/246/24...
'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days
Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays:
Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays.
www.gutenberg.org/files/246/24...
July 2, 2025 at 7:06 AM
119. The Rubayiat by Omar Khayam
'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days
Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays:
Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays.
www.gutenberg.org/files/246/24...
'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days
Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays:
Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays.
www.gutenberg.org/files/246/24...
118. Insensibility by Wilfred Owen
And terror’s first constriction over,
Their hearts remain small-drawn.
Their senses in some scorching cautery of battle
Now long since ironed,
Can laugh among the dying, unconcerned.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57258/...
And terror’s first constriction over,
Their hearts remain small-drawn.
Their senses in some scorching cautery of battle
Now long since ironed,
Can laugh among the dying, unconcerned.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57258/...
July 2, 2025 at 7:05 AM
118. Insensibility by Wilfred Owen
And terror’s first constriction over,
Their hearts remain small-drawn.
Their senses in some scorching cautery of battle
Now long since ironed,
Can laugh among the dying, unconcerned.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57258/...
And terror’s first constriction over,
Their hearts remain small-drawn.
Their senses in some scorching cautery of battle
Now long since ironed,
Can laugh among the dying, unconcerned.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57258/...
117. The Gates of Paradise by Nikolai Gumilev
Near stands a beggar; and the rotten,
Keys are hanging at his gaudy waist.
Paladins ride by in agitation,
Trumpets wail, and minted silver chant;
Nobody spares his attention
To the Peter -- the Apostle, the saint.
www.poetrynook.com/poem/gates-p...
Near stands a beggar; and the rotten,
Keys are hanging at his gaudy waist.
Paladins ride by in agitation,
Trumpets wail, and minted silver chant;
Nobody spares his attention
To the Peter -- the Apostle, the saint.
www.poetrynook.com/poem/gates-p...
July 2, 2025 at 7:04 AM
117. The Gates of Paradise by Nikolai Gumilev
Near stands a beggar; and the rotten,
Keys are hanging at his gaudy waist.
Paladins ride by in agitation,
Trumpets wail, and minted silver chant;
Nobody spares his attention
To the Peter -- the Apostle, the saint.
www.poetrynook.com/poem/gates-p...
Near stands a beggar; and the rotten,
Keys are hanging at his gaudy waist.
Paladins ride by in agitation,
Trumpets wail, and minted silver chant;
Nobody spares his attention
To the Peter -- the Apostle, the saint.
www.poetrynook.com/poem/gates-p...
116. Writing in the genocide by Omar Sakr
This is not your genocide
to write poems about
This is not your genocide
to write poems about
July 2, 2025 at 7:03 AM
116. Writing in the genocide by Omar Sakr
This is not your genocide
to write poems about
This is not your genocide
to write poems about