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Best Poems Written by Zin Lim

Below are the all-time best Zin Lim poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Train Station

A train arrives every other minute.
Every other minute rushing,
competing with the next to past.
Past, passing by,
people crossing paths
but never really meeting.
Meeting, almost; never met.
Met yet never known, or forgotten.
Forgotten, left behind.
The right things always left behind
The wrong things never forgotten.
Forgotten how heavy our suitcases are.
Are the trains arriving?
Arriving, leaving.
Endless doorways that connect yet separate.
We meet, we met, we forgot, we left behind, we arrived, we left, we separated.
Every other minute
past.

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Goldfish

Shimmering scales of
gold
slowly travelling their own globe.
Speaking silently,
their words muted by the glass
between us.
I spend all day staring,
straining to hear their secrets,
while they repeat endlessly,
never seeming to tire.
Blowing bubbles,
frolicking among the water plants,
floating atop beds of pebbles.
Days crossed on my calendar 
are forgotten feelings in water.
Until one day,
gold
out of water
no longer shimmers.
Nothing gold can stay.

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Stagnant

Blue above and 

Blue below,
 
Clumps of clouds,

Falling slow.


Airplanes surge but do not move.

The elephant passes in the room.


I try to sleep, 

to turn away,

Turning pages

yet the story stays


Stagnant.


I look everywhere except at you.

I see nothing, except for you.

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Natural Death

Spires 

topped with a canopy of clouds.

Glistening glass trunks.

Lifeless  Leafless.

People

rushing in through underground trains

and up in the lifts.

Going up but never quite reaching the top.

The smell of after-rain

replaced by the smell of coffee.

The sound of photocopiers

and flipping papers

instead of the songs of birds and cicadas.

The flower blooms,

basks in the sunlight at the highest branch,

then falls.

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Dead Butterflies

After all this, what is it for?

I climbed a mountain only to face a brick wall

Drowned in my own sweat and tears

Wishing I had cried even more

I smiled when I saw

the flowers atop the trees

Only to venture nearer and see

that they were only snowfall.

Now I am torn

by the wire-like branches

Worn

by the whiplash of wind.

Buried 

under carcasses of butterflies

Watching the stars fall.

After all this, what is it for?

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Rain

These memories;

Waves that crashed,

drip by drip

collect in my hands. Unspilled,

not yet.

Everyday I see people walking on.

I walk on.

No trail in the sky.

No shadow against the Earth.

I walk on. Waiting

for these memories;

words that were stashed

to fall from my hands as rain

as heavy as ink.

People would stop,

raise their heads 

to drink in my memories,

raise their glasses 

to sing their own melodies.

Everyday I would see people walking on

I would walk on.

A cloud in the sky.

A part of the sea.

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Marionette Cries

Stumbling, staggering, 
barely managing,
I fell.
Severe, several times,
I continue to 
fall.
A marionette bound 
by strings
in the fist of time.

Lifeless
with or without strings.
Vacant, 
my eyes glaze over.
Limp,
unless time tugs hard.

Painted smile on 
fragile wood,
for the audience, I dance.
The lights go off and 
the crowds file out,
over time, fade out

the painted smile.

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Lonely Waters

Water;

Everywhere, yet

barely there.

I thought I was going to fall

into—

through—

this cold emptiness.

Submerged,

suffocated

and no one would notice.

So I clung on 

to the edge of the pool.

My mother told me to let go,

I told me to let go.

Sinking,

a sinking feeling,

suspended in a lonely place,

bounded by these fragile walls so

easily crossed over.

My vision went blurry,

all I could see was my fingers

still clinging on.

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Open Window

The clouds rolled by my
Open window
And deposited wisps of memories
as i lay awake
in the darkness
Staring into this foggy space.
Headlights fill the windows
And squares of light run across the ceiling.
A dog barks
once, twice.
Shadows move across the slit of light under the door.
Voices that strayed, peppered with pauses.
I closed my eyes 
Wrapped myself in a gentle breeze
That blew away the fog
And I floated into sleep.

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Cave

Uneven walls

smoothed by shadows,

where the sound of dripping water

echoes like a slow

waterfall.

I no longer know if my eyes are open.

Wind turns into whispers

turn into voices;

balloons cut loose

getting smaller

                         smaller

                                       against the sky

then nothing

but black.