One Poem Only

One Poem Only

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One Poem Only episodes

  • For My Daughter - Title Poem
    For My Daughter Maggie Devers Chop off my head and put it on your shield.I will protect you until the day I dieAnd all the days after that.You think I would let anything harm the perfection that sprang from my body?That force that is me and infinitely you at the same time?There is nothing in the world that could destroy us,Not when a mere glance can turn men to stone.
    1 min
  • my throat makes by atm.itm
    my throat makes atm.itm corridors into cloth carries shimmering light i have forgotten how fabric can be light as light stitches from hands i have not met rest lightly on my shoulder
    it is the words hard to say that stick to my mind it is your words that do not know how to die make me sing out wretched and loud
    i strain them against the current currently shaking into sea salty and rocky my throat feels the bulge of the apple cork stuck inside
    i hope you’ll still hear me my throat makes sounds
    i am not your enemy i believe it to be true this belief does not make it so
    my eyes capture what you left behind footsteps transmuting light we walked never the same are you never the same am i
    i hope we never meet againthe same

    More from atm.itm ↓

    • @atm.itm on Instagram
    • @atmitm on Substack
    • They are co-founder of studio somnus: a creative project agency

    Mentioned in this episode:

    One Poem Only submissions are open.

    This round, I’m looking for poems about what remains. What stays with us after we experience change? What survives? What do we yearn to carry forward? Send me the poem you wrote and want the world to hear. Also, if you’d like to read your own poem on the podcast, you can. Submit a clear audio file recorded in a quiet space—no perfect studio recording required. And yes, your poem can have been previously published in a literary magazine, a book, or on social media. Submissions close Thursday, October 29. I’ll respond by Wednesday, November 11. Whether I read your poem or you read it yourself, I’d love to hear what you have to share.

    One Poem Only Submissions Form

    2 min
  • Timeline by Quinn Holm
    Timeline Quinn Holm I wrote Spring in WinterI wrote Winter in Summerand Fall somewhere in betweenthe changing weather
    The nature in me has its own seasonsI’m not afraid of being forgottenfor my being needs no outside opinionsThings used-to-be and mistakenno longer have a place in my present Long gone was their influence on my emotions I’m now loved and nurtured, every moment
    The universe in me creates its own timelineThe inner reservoir in this child’s eyesmasters the healing and grows with pride as my inner light shines through the nightthings soon-to-be have now been realised The hopes and dreams will soon be revivedin this serene world of my own divinebecause it is the life of my own design.
    (Outro)When you lose what needs to be lostIt is actually a gainYou will see right through that painThat once paralysed your mind With the now blazing self-respect Reflected in those eyes.  

    More from Quinn Holm ↓

    • @quinnholm.muse and @gratusgarden on Instagram
    • Quinn Holm on Substack

    Mentioned in this episode:

    One Poem Only submissions are open.

    This round, I’m looking for poems about what remains. What stays with us after we experience change? What survives? What do we yearn to carry forward? Send me the poem you wrote and want the world to hear. Also, if you’d like to read your own poem on the podcast, you can. Submit a clear audio file recorded in a quiet space—no perfect studio recording required. And yes, your poem can have been previously published in a literary magazine, a book, or on social media. Submissions close Thursday, October 29. I’ll respond by Wednesday, November 11. Whether I read your poem or you read it yourself, I’d love to hear what you have to share.

    One Poem Only Submissions Form

    2 min
  • Sunday Recap & Drink It In by Maggie Devers
    Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.

    Nov 24 - Moonborn by Aura Guerra-Artola @g.a.aura on Instagram. Her book, How to Live with a Cat on Your Chest and a Whale in Your Heart, is out now.

    Nov 25 - Winter nights, burning cinder. by Sierra sylvie @the_fire_ave on Instagram.

    Nov 26 - My Son in the Sea by Lisa Zerkle @hag_lore on Instagram. Listen to Lisa on Painted Bride Quarterly's Slush Pile podcast, where the editorial team discusses submissions, editorial issues, writing, deadlines, and cuckoo clocks. You can listen to me read Motherhood by Lisa on Instagram @rembrandts.cure.

    Nov 27 - Canvas of Uncertainty by Asiyah Yusuf @_.echoesofreality._ on Instagram.

    Nov 28 - Stuck in the Blue by Tushil Jariwala @tushil_writes on Instagram.

    Nov 29 - How Clear She Shines by Emily Bronte

    Nov 30Drink It InMaggie Devers Someone handed me a latteThat didn’t taste like coffee And I realized why those peopleOn the plane never botheredTo put up their window shadesAfter takeoff
    We threw ours open before wheels upIt already went halfway as she chose her seatFor we need to see:
    Clouds dancing in the sky,Bags on those automatic rampsSwallowed or spit out of the plane,The heat still rising from the hot asphaltAs the sun sets
    Is there anything more joyous than this wide world around us?We want to know how it tastes without too much cream and sugar But we won’t say no to those either.

    More from Maggie Devers ↓

    • Read my debut poetry book, For My Daughter
    • Follow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cure

    9 min
  • How Clear She Shines by Emily Brontë
    How Clear She Shines Emily Brontë How clear she shines! How quietlyI lie beneath her guardian light;While heaven and earth are whispering me,"To morrow, wake, but dream to-night."Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!These throbbing temples softly kiss;And bend my lonely couch above,And bring me rest, and bring me bliss.
    The world is going; dark world, adieu!Grim world, conceal thee till the day;The heart thou canst not all subdueMust still resist, if thou delay!
    Thy love I will not, will not share;Thy hatred only wakes a smile;Thy griefs may wound—thy wrongs may tear,But, oh, thy lies shall ne'er beguile!While gazing on the stars that glowAbove me, in that stormless sea,I long to hope that all the woeCreation knows, is held in thee!
    And this shall be my dream to-night;I'll think the heaven of glorious spheresIs rolling on its course of lightIn endless bliss, through endless years;I'll think, there's not one world above,Far as these straining eyes can see,Where Wisdom ever laughed at Love,Or Virtue crouched to Infamy;
    Where, writhing 'neath the strokes of Fate,The mangled wretch was forced to smile;To match his patience 'gainst her hate,His heart rebellious all the while.Where Pleasure still will lead to wrong,And helpless Reason warn in vain;And Truth is weak, and Treachery strong;And Joy the surest path to Pain;And Peace, the lethargy of Grief;And Hope, a phantom of the soul;And life, a labour, void and brief;And Death, the despot of the whole!

    Mentioned in this episode:

    One Poem Only submissions are open.

    This round, I’m looking for poems about what remains. What stays with us when we experience change? What survives? What do we yearn to carry forward? Send me the poem you wrote and want the world to hear. Also, if you’d like to read your own poem on the podcast, you can. Submit a clear audio file recorded in a quiet space—no perfect studio recording required. And yes, your poem can have been previously published in a literary magazine, in print, or on social media. Submissions close Thursday, October 29. I’ll respond by Wednesday, November 11. Whether I read your poem or you read it yourself, I’d love to hear what you have to share.

    One Poem Only Submissions Form

    3 min
  • Stuck in the Blue by Tushil Jariwala
    Stuck in the Blue Tushil Jariwala i remember that weekend — the lilac sky,how i smiled at the stars while learning goodbye.i gave you my laughter, my voice, my youth,and you gave me silence, disguised as truth.
    i thought we were different — the kind that last,but some fairytales burn out too fast.you called it timing, i called it fate,you called me lovely — and walked away late.
    i’m stuck in the blue, where the quiet won't break,where your name is a whisper the moonlight still makes.i painted you golden, but you stayed untrue,you never loved me — but god, i loved you.oh, i’m stuck in the blue...still stuck in the blue.
    i stood by your side when the world turned cold,hid every bruise in petals i’d fold.i sang you lullabies nobody heard,and you left me hanging on unfinished words.
    they asked what happened — i smiled, said fine,but carried your ghost through every line.you ran from the mess that your hands had made,and left me with echoes that never fade.
    i’m stuck in the blue, where the shadows dance,where the heart still waits for a second chance.i gave you a storm wrapped in skies so new,you gave me the rain — and i called it you.oh, i’m stuck in the blue...so endlessly blue.
    do you remember the girl who believed in stars?who kissed your wounds and hid her scars?i still write poems with your old name,but now the ink don’t bleed the same.
    i’m stuck in the blue, where the soft songs ache,where your ghost still smiles in every heartbreak.i held you in ways the world never knew,you never loved me — but i always do.and i’m stuck in the blue...forever in the blue. 

    More from Tushil Jariwala ↓

    • @tushil_writes on Instagram

    Mentioned in this episode:

    One Poem Only submissions are open.

    This round, I’m looking for poems about what remains. What stays with us after we experience change? What survives? What do we yearn to carry forward? Send me the poem you wrote and want the world to hear. Also, if you’d like to read your own poem on the podcast, you can. Submit a clear audio file recorded in a quiet space—no perfect studio recording required. And yes, your poem can have been previously published in a literary magazine, a book, or on social media. Submissions close Thursday, October 29. I’ll respond by Wednesday, November 11. Whether I read your poem or you read it yourself, I’d love to hear what you have to share.

    One Poem Only Submissions Form

    3 min
  • Canvas of Uncertainty by Asiyah Yusuf
    Canvas of Uncertainty Asiyah YusufWe all wonder what the future holdsA blank canvas waiting, like an unwritten scroll.Brushstrokes of imagination begin to unfold,As hearts find solace in stories yet untold.
    In the darkness of uncertainty, a light flickers bright,Guiding us gently, where shadows take flight.With each step we take, the canvas starts to fill—With every stroke, our story unfolds.
    A masterpiece of hope, where love and dreams entwine,A tapestry of moments, timeless and divine.In this work of art, our hopes come alivePassion ignites, dreams soar, and hearts truly thrive.

    More from Asiyah Yusuf ↓

    • @_aseey_yahh and @_.echoesofreality._ on Instagram

    Mentioned in this episode:

    One Poem Only submissions are open.

    This round, I’m looking for poems about what remains. What stays with us when we experience change? What survives? What do we yearn to carry forward? Send me the poem you wrote and want the world to hear. Also, if you’d like to read your own poem on the podcast, you can. Submit a clear audio file recorded in a quiet space—no perfect studio recording required. And yes, your poem can have been previously published in a literary magazine, in print, or on social media. Submissions close Thursday, October 29. I’ll respond by Wednesday, November 11. Whether I read your poem or you read it yourself, I’d love to hear what you have to share.

    One Poem Only Submissions Form

    2 min
  • My Son in the Sea by Lisa Zerkle
    My Son in the Sea Lisa Zerkle Somehow he knows he can breathe in both water and air. See how he grows piscine,  dull on land, iridescent in the deep.Delicate flesh of my blood and my bone. How many bodies can this world hold?Men want to examine where exactly skin meets scale. You can’t have it both ways,   choose: man or fish? Not a man, say the men.  Don’t listen to them, sing the sirens, preening their feathers (being as they are  part woman, part bird). What will the fish say?Neptune, I’m counting on you in your pearl  and coral grotto, where distinctions are not so brightly lit, where sea horses are not  horses, where starfish are not fish, but stars.

    More from Lisa Zerkle ↓

    • @hag_lore on Instagram
    • Listen to Lisa on Painted Bride Quarterly's Slush Pile podcast, where the editorial team discusses submissions, editorial issues, writing, deadlines, and cuckoo clocks.
    • You can listen to me read Motherhood by Lisa on Instagram @rembrandts.cure

    2 min
  • Winter nights, burning cinder. by Sierra sylvie
    Winter nights, burning cinder.Sierra sylvie As I lie here with eyes that , Glint while the cinder burns each memory softly. As I lie here with  those eyes that , Soar across every memory longing to be embraced.
    As I lie here with a body , Longing to be worshippedAs I lie here with the body ,Of rusted skin from the torrent of tears .
    As I lie here with a soul , Suffering from the resentment of an eclipse As I lie here with a soul , striving to cherish the thistle garden of heart.
    As I lie here with an aching heart , Waiting for a lullaby , only to recite it myself.

    More from Sierra sylvie ↓

    • @the_fire_ave on Instagram

    Mentioned in this episode:

    One Poem Only submissions are open.

    This round, I’m looking for poems about what remains. What stays with us after we experience change? What survives? What do we yearn to carry forward? Send me the poem you wrote and want the world to hear. Also, if you’d like to read your own poem on the podcast, you can. Submit a clear audio file recorded in a quiet space—no perfect studio recording required. And yes, your poem can have been previously published in a literary magazine, a book, or on social media. Submissions close Thursday, October 29. I’ll respond by Wednesday, November 11. Whether I read your poem or you read it yourself, I’d love to hear what you have to share.

    One Poem Only Submissions Form

    2 min

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A daily reading. A quiet moment. One poem, center stage: just for now, just for you. A one-night-only show, in verse.