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Best Poems Written by Joy Jeung

Below are the all-time best Joy Jeung poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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If only you knew

Did you know?

Secrets are like the baby grass on the patch of
Grass next door; they flutter like the wings in the 
Small breeze of late Autumn.

They glitter like the sand on the beach under the
Aurora last night; and they sleep like fairies under
Small mushrooms in the hidden forest.

If only you knew…

How many secret bookmarks were filed in my book,
And how many degraded, teared apart and
Fluttered away in the wind.

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Inside mint leaves

I am sitting in a black, hard plastic
Chair which has a leg and one more
And fire in its heart. And then the grass
Was screeching at the top of their lungs
For the witches spell had put the flame 
Out. Plums were hanging on the branches of
Old Sir Willow but they dropped and drooped.
Who? Let’s take a journey down the rabbit
Hole, no, the goblin and it’s neighbouring
Hobbit. We go down or north but yes, it is 
Going towards the smell of fading emerald
Crystals and Water and Teacups. One more
Tourist spot with a flag on it, which I’m really
Looking forward to - do you know the small
Spirits which sing in silent pitches and do you
Hear them hiding inside the mint leaves?

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When Silence Speaks

Today, the doorbell of my mental hideout rang.
It rang with a sound like twinkling waterfalls without the moisture,
And tweeted like a soft pillow from my 5-year-old camping nest.
The scorching glare of darkness crawled up the stairs and seeped
Past the crackling summer which was too cold for me.
It was a chill that was like purple and green and blue.
I went to a hut to produce my own perfume,
Scented with exhaustion and misery.
There is not much else I can add, the shelves are bare as if 
A theif came in and out and never came back.
When silence finally speaks, it’s time I fall back into my chair,
A long forgotten place of rest. It’s not really that sweet,
Not really like the sugar leaves stored deep down in my 
Bluish drawer.

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The Dance of Jealousy

Behind these doors and below
The grand stage lights,

The music spills over the seats
Like moss green and grey;

A sense of scalpel and pin
Crouches down and crawls;

Silence within.

Tapping of the foots -
Envy of oozing as if tree-roots.

Raindrops except the rain;
Audience except individuals.

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Seijaku

A coffee over the buzzing watches
Did once urge me feelings of grace.

Then they ticked and tocked away;
And was dumped down with all the 
Documents and filed signatures in
Unnoticable pile.

Only the sundials non-stop on a frozen
Lake, and I internally ache. 
Maybe twas a neuronal longing 
For un single pause - 

Then watch the unmoving objects on the ice, 
And with scrutiny, the glint of one smiling
Droplet…and the next… until a smooth and
Tranquil blanket encompasses you,

Then resume.

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Where are we going?

Bricks under our soles, and
The fluttering of mushed sounds
Paddle inside mine ear.

A portion resembles a desperate race -
Another scoop conveys an andante walk - 

And a fierce heap of…
Stiff and hollow steps—
Ring in a shallow manner—
Down through the dim alleyway—

Methinks, they are all going in some sort of
Clear or foggy direction, 

Where some signs are faded from the sunlight,
And some signs are scratched away at by the 
Huffing—and—puffing of the decades.

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Whiteboard

A big whiteboard fills you, me and space.
We hover around with markers in our hands
And squeeze courage to make lines on the 
Plane. How heavy the marker is and how 
Dusty the eraser is. How large the board is
And how stationary I am, in that one corner.

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Mood

Vibrant swordfish and 
Tension that swells with time,
A cup full of ice.

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Dichotomy

My job is in the office,
My bread is in the kitchen,
Yet it haunts me as 
My life I am losing.

My dream tells me so -
The only way to vision her
Long brown hair.
Autumn, wood, cacao, seeds.

My clothes are in the closet,
My neighbours next door,
Still this plague wins
Called loneliness.

Ghosts in their chilly houses
Seem a relative now.
Not too special a day
Was Hallow’s eve.

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A Pearl

Circular and square. And a little glimmer
Of peace -
Or agony.

Cool beneath the waters. A small touch
Of green -
Or sunny coral.

Clanking in mine ears - 
But beauty in these eyes -
Through cornea and through 
…Retina.

A painfully perfect tube is drilled - the long days 
Pierced as if a sharp stare of a swordfish 
Glare. 

And a breath-taking fibre passes through the
Scar…and the blood covered by a glistening 
Price sign.