I’m tired of taking the train that always arrives,
the one that doesn’t halt in a blizzard for you to meet his eyes,
the drifting snow covers all of the signs.
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A Safe Place
My safe place is an old, red house with a big garden. The window frames are white, a striking contrast with the deep, rusty red of the walls. The large front door is open, welcoming all tired wanderers. You might notice the faint smell of a home-cooked meal wafting through the halls and out the door.
From the beaches of Laru
i strip away my clothes; it does not matter / who sunbathes on the rocks, drunk on the endless days. / i have things to do and the sea is waiting. // i trade salt for salt, serving up my heart / on a silver platter. / “take it” i say, and finland turns / its great cold eye in sober curiosity.
April
Spring has arrived at last. This winter was longer than those of years long past. This winter was cold and dark. I was alone. I was afraid. But not to worry, spring is here, winter is over. Oh, maybe this year I’ll find a four leaf clover, my dear.
The Day Starts by Alma Seitsara
Everyone’s days start differently; have you thought about that? Alma Seitsara’s poem focuses on the everyday of a morning with a certain humoristic tone.
It has to be you, it's only been you
Sometimes I think I met you too soon / That we were too young to have made it by any margin of reason / Too immature, too naive, too drunk on ourselves to care
My First Poem by Alma Seitsara
Have you ever gotten a song stuck in your head for what seems like ages? How about replying back to that artist with a poem? Alma Seitsara does this and more!
My First Memory by Säde Kaila
Säde Kaila’s poem questions a thing as basic and essential as breathing, one''s name.
My Hometown by Elsa Kallio
Do places change or do we? Elsa Kallio explores this question in her poetry. Read on!