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Best Poems Written by Lani Kdan

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Escaping Reality

I sat by the dewy morning grass,
as a robin drew scrawls in the air 
with her melodious voice.
The sun's gaze prickled my skin,
as the breeze twirled between 
evergreen leaves of a Willow tree.

Chilly water flowing beside my feet,
we raced each other in the rocky springs,
sitting by the bank to compare the rocks we’d seen.

Drenched in the autumnal winds' cool touch,
we’d dance in piles of fallen leaves.
We stood by the rusty train tracks,
shrubs overgrown between metal cracks,
and picked the wildflowers 
to braid in each other's hair.

Yet, they were only fragments of a dream 
delicate memories like the petals of 
a forget-me-not,
an illusion made to escape the world 
we destroyed to reach our aims.

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Peaceful Gloomy Day

I wandered along the inky night 
following the thousand glowing green lights, 
to find a place where waves roar
shining under the robe lady Moon wore.

The calming salty hair hits my face, 
while the waves danced with outermost grace.
Twinkling lights darted across the sky, 
far away in the cosmos where they fly 

The rusted wooden bridge just shook,
Weakening in the fight it partook
against the ocean’s angered mind.
The boats cheering on from behind

And on this peaceful gloomy age,
my hands finally make rhyme upon this page.

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Hydrangea

Walking along these old country roads, 
the path littered with jagged stones.
Flowing to the wind melody 
adorning the side of the trail ahead, 
the little stream gleams at them in jealousy, 
the sweet fluttering white flower bed. 

The early rising sun beams in pride,
At the flowers dressed like a bride. 
Basking in the morning light, 
they glowed. A truly, splendid delight. 

Walking past as they waved to me, 
I said farewell to the hydrangea sea.

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I Hope You Don'T Forget Me

Thirteen years old when you started to forget, 
first little things, from losing your keys and not knowing your way home, 
to not remember your own father's name, my heart fills with regret,
and I watch from afar as your mind starts to roam. 

At school, they taught me that humans are the greatest species, 
but how can we say that when our minds are so weak, 
I sometimes tend to wonder what exactly she sees,
Whether our minds crumble to dust along with this physique.

You got mad at the simplest things. 
When grandpa asked for tea, you nearly up and left.
Your mind was held together by staples and strings, 
our little moment's fallen victim to theft. 

Two years have gone, and your memory continues to deteriorate,
my thoughts are filled with you, and the tears wet my face,
every moment I spend with you I've learned to appreciate.
Grandma, I wonder how long is it till I’m erased 

Till I become no more than a vague image to you, 
even the thought of this makes me blue. 

But I’ll stay strong and hold on as tight as I can, 
live life to the fullest and keep smiling though it's hard, 
even though we are different now from when we began, 
I'll continue to love even if it leaves me scarred.

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Lost Within the Past

We climbed the rocky roads to the 
curved wooden bridge that stretched 
above the cooling crystal waters.

Abandoned under gleaming afternoon lights,
vines of Ivy draped themselves against 
haggard wooden poles, reaching out to 
touch the various leaves circling below,
where we tucked our feet into shivering water 
and counted the stream of small fish swimming between the slippery rocks.
Then I’d slip awake to the rough couch on my
back.

Stupidly dreaming of a yesterday, 
losing a tomorrow, we never had.

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My Island Home

Howling winds and dancing paddy in fields of green,
ragged clothes and pothead of a scarecrow are to be seen. 
Wet mud sticks to your feet as you run along the stretching meadows,
sounds of locals singing carried by the wind echos. 

A little stream flows down to the field to the large river, 
ice-cold water touches your feet making you shiver. 

An everlasting cold whispers in your ears, 
as children stand on the road selling flowers to hind their tears.
A little temple stands on top of a hill,
with faith and belief, the air and hearts of people fill.

Maidens with wooden bags on their back,
pick little leaves one by one to go in your tea pack.

Leftover fortresses and palaces shrine under the glazing sun,
are ancestral treasures we have won, 
coal-powered trains that run on rusted metal rails, 
ridding on the crowded space makes it seem slower than snails. 

Where the smell of spices never leaves the air, 
and creatures take residence in the forests we all share.
Trees are filled with colours all year round from the flowers they carry,
take a walk around these streets of fun, and you will surely be happy, 

these all of these bring me back to my childhood and remind me, 
of just how beautiful my island home can be.

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The Game of the Flowers

The sweet-smelling flowers are dancing again;
Drifting, swaying, moving to the music of the wind.
Their yellow dresses lifting as they spin,
On the pure green stage free and well. 
Clap clap the sound of joy fills the air;
As maiden walk by further down the path.
The ballerinas in pink shall now dance;
To show off their moves of prim and grace;
Swinging their tiny prideful heads.
Next in line are the flowers of love;
With rose-red skirts and green tops;
Smiling and waving as they sing, 
Their voices harmonising and matching the wind.
The two-lipped flowers with different dresses,
Came up next and filled the air with flying kisses.
The maidens giggled as they tried
To catch the kisses the flowers provide.
As this game comes to an end
Can you maidens decide,
who did best and why?

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Six Feet Deep

the way you move
the way you talk
all captured 
as photographs

the way you laugh 
the way you cry
forever caught
as memories

but memories and photos 
are all I have,
because between you and me
all that remains is a broken friendship

your gaze
your smile
will burn in my mind

your name
your scent
I will never forget

in vain for six feet deep you stay
forever this way

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Beside the Banyan trees

You waited for me by the Banyan trees,
their roots dangling in the air,
reaching out to caress your soft skin
glistening in the early morning light.

We’d sit under their shade,
your head placed carefully on my shoulder,
watching the wall of crystal waters that
fell from the towering rock that stretched
to the sky, overgrown and drowning
in evergreen and spread into the spring
in which we dipped our feet on warm days.

With the roar of water falling and crashing
against my ears and the smell of mountain air,
I whispered to you in a rushed breath
I’d adore you until this water decides
to swim upstream.

Then eyes would shut with blissful smiles,
yet I’d wake up to the coldness of the night.

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If Only I Could See

When I was young 
I’m sorry I failed to see 
The great suffering 
Of those around me

Sorry I didn’t realize
Those were scars on your neck
When to me 
It was all just a loving peck 
 
Sorry I didn’t mind 
When you went to the ocean 
With the intend to end your life 
All I saw were covered lies

When you spent unholy hours of the night 
Crying just hoping you’d die 
Sorry I wasn’t here to 
Keep you warm and tell you it will all be alright 

But now that I see all that I couldn’t 
I also realized how late one can be
To see all that happened right in front of me


I failed to understand your pain 
And threw all my problems at you in hopes of aid 
Now that you’ve left me in vain 
I’m broken and shattered unlike the child me 

By now I hope that your happy 
As one can ever truly be 
Because I love you and 
Wish that you’ll see
The broken pieces you left in me