Ovi -
we cover every issue
newsletterNewsletter
subscribeSubscribe
contactContact
searchSearch
worldwide creative inspiration  
Ovi Bookshop - Free Ebook
Join Ovi in Facebook
Ovi Language
Ovi on Facebook
Stop violence against women
Murray Hunter: Opportunity, Strategy and Entrepreneurship
Stop human trafficking
 
BBC News :   - 
iBite :   - 
GermanGreekEnglishSpanishFinnishFrenchItalianPortugueseSwedish
Poetry

Poetry There are a number of poets among the Ovi team, so we have gathered the together here.

 
 WaterWater by Abigail George
Water threaded us together For a brief moment in time. In the swimming pool, at my uncle's house. I thought it would always be like this. I also thought I would be young forever. Youth is always lovely but now I'm old. Nearing forty.
 
 Ancient FearsAncient Fears by Nikos Laios
The wind blew And the grass shimmered As the souls swirled around The base of the tree like Dry crumpled leaves Mingling with desires and Tears, haunting ancient fears.
 
 Still I RiseStill I Rise by The Ovi Team
This is one of those times when a poem, and especially a poem from Maya Angelou, becomes so contemporary, so significant.
 
Badboys Radio Show Ovi Gallery Le Meteque Ovi Exhibition Ovi Bookshop
 Propeller Souls Propeller Souls by Nikos Laios
In spring, the souls of The dead float above Swirling in the blue, Flying with the swallows And the doves And the propellers.
 
 HonestyHonesty by Abigail George
Here's a thought. Love. Here's another thought. Be kind. Accept that all children are mischievous. It's in their nature to be gregarious.
 
 The linesThe lines by Uzeyir Lokman Cayci
The more I approach, the more I move away The more I move away, the more I co-exist Constantly Large lines Belonging to the infinite one who brushes lightly against my feelings...
 
 Revenge and other crimes of the heartRevenge and other crimes of the heart by Abigail George
I want to change. I do. I want to grieve less for the life, I lost when I left Johannesburg.
 
 Ballina Ballina by Nikos Laios
I waited on the Side of the road lying In a body bag next To the dead children;
 
 Those EyesThose Eyes by Hunter Dasten
Can you peer through those eyes? The radiance must be blinding. As I gaze into them I've come to understand what the ancients must have felt, looking up toward the shimmering night sky.
 
 Once upon a timeOnce upon a time by Abigail George
I've been living underground like graffiti, the grunge scene, gravity and volcanic rock for the longest time. I've been many things in my life.
 
prev next
 
© Copyright CHAMELEON PROJECT Tmi 2005-2008  -  Sitemap  -  Add to favourites  -  Link to Ovi
Privacy Policy  -  Contact  -  RSS Feeds  -  Search  -  Submissions  -  Subscribe  -  About Ovi