Published on Facebook pages – 'Art, Literacy, Poetry', Dzeja No Sirds, Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, The Love of Poetry on 31/10/24.
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I reached November
In the middle of summer,
My leaves faded
In yellow and brown,
Late autumn storms
Came early
Stripping off me
Naked,
My bare body
Freezes in ice-cold rain,
My heart still blossoms
But December comes
It doesn’t knock
On my door
It freezes my heart
Suddenly and goes.
07.06.23
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This cell-phone,
My dear,
Is nothing more than,
Just a jewel plain
To show off myself
In public,
I appear.
09.06.23
This poem was quoted at The Triangle bar/Shipley/Bradford at 'Rhubarb' poetry evening (29/11/23)
Published as audio on Facebook pages - Absolutely Yours - Poetry, Lyrics & Music, 'Art, Lit-eracy, Poetry', Beautiful poems & quotes, Dzeja No Sirds, Facebook Poetry Society, For The Love of Poetry, Global poet & poetry, Igniting The Spark, Invisible Poets, Ivo Bierands, Life through poetry & writing, Quote, Poems & Poetry, Poetry Autopsy, Poetry critique, Poetry Groups, Poetry lover, Poetry Lovers, Poetry Official, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, Poetry Universe, Poetry world, Poets & poetry lovers, The hands on poem writers, The Love of Poetry, The Passion of Poetry, The poetry club, The Poetry Corner Official, Urdu poetry – Love Poetry Sad Poetry on 29/12/24.
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His mouth
Was full
Of white fishbones,
Sharp and rough,
When he spoke out,
They spiked my heart.
It healed
Leaving timeless marks
In itself.
26.06.23
This poem comes from my book ‘Don't Say Goodbye.'. Chapter
14.
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You are pill universal
In the glass of silver,
There is no reversal
When you pain enter.
You do me a favour
Setting me free forever.
You have no flavour
Requesting for no water.
28.08.23
This poem was quoted at Josefs K café/Bradford at Beehive poetry evening on 23/11/23
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This poem was quoted at Josefs K café/Bradford at Beehive poetry evening on 23/11/23
recorded as reel.
This poem was quoted at Josefs K café/Bradford at Beehive poetry evening on 23/11/23
Recorded as reel
The most expensive thing
I ever had,
Is my breath,
There is nothing else
I have paid more
Than
To have
Six hundred and seventy
Million breaths.
17.09.23
This poem was quoted at Josefs K café/Bradford at Beehive poetry evening on 23/11/23
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Dry tree branches
Grow into me,
Forming me
The way
I don’t want
To be.
17.09.23
Published on Facebook pages – Facebook Poetry Society, Igniting The Spark, Ivo Bierands, On My Mind, Poetry Prompts, Poetry UK, and The Love of Poetry on 11/09/24.
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I was afraid
What will happen
Before my heart started to knock
in my chest.
I’m worried about
Where my road will take me
When my body will resist me.
11/09/24
Published on Threads, X and YouTube.
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Rather I stay away
Then drink your cherry sweet love,
Your hugs burn my soul
Making me scream,
I lose my voice
When your lips meet mine,
I fear your gentle peacock feathers touch
Being afraid it will reach my heart
Contaminating with the evil’s breath.
15/01/25
The poem was written originally on 18/06/23
I came naked
I can’t fake it,
And I’ll go naked,
I can’t take it,
All that I have
Is just a show
Before I go.
It was rewritten on 15/01/25 and joined the session of Blue mind.
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I came naked as a white paper sheet
Bringing here nothing else than myself
And my dreams that are staining my life
With a desire to get a physical shape
As I do,
I believe,
I’ll go with a short notice,
Shaking off everything
That I cannot carry over
There
Where I won’t bother anyone with my screaming dreams,
Leaving whatever will seem valuable
For living existence here
To have and enrich
Their endlessly unsatisfied material worlds.
Ivo Bierands
17/01/25