Poetry

I Only Swim in the Dark in My Room

Julia Czajka


I only swim in the dark in my room
when my mind catches the waves of music
I grow wings underwater
as I  almost drown
when I go out at night,
raindrops run down my cheeks,
it’s from the accumulated clouds
I hear the flutter of feathers outside the window
the silhouette of a bird reflected on the moon
there’s a tap on the window,
a branch leans towards her chest,
the wind is blowing
a storm is brewing

Silent Reflection

Zalán Nagykovácsi


The world stands still, devoid of sound,
Not even a whisper to be found,
A moment of silence, deep and profound,
As if time itself has come unwound.

In this hush, I hear the beat of my heart,
Pulsing gently, as if it’s part
Of the stillness, the quiet that surrounds,
A rhythm that knows no bounds.

I see a world in shades of gray,
Where loneliness is here to stay.
But even in this muted view,
I see the beauty that is true.

The flutter of a butterfly’s wings,
A single leaf as it gently swings,
A snowflake falling, light as air,
All these things, so small and rare.

In this silence, I am aware,
Of every breath, every strand of hair,
And as I stand, alone and still,
I feel a peace that is surreal.

My thoughts, like ripples in a pond,
Are soft and gentle, and then they’re gone.
As I am lost in this moment of peace,
A short time that will never cease.

And as the world awakens once more,
I hold onto this stillness, this open door,
To the peace that lies deep inside,
A sanctuary that cannot be denied.

A Poem About Hypocrisy

Lili Forgács


You say you are environmentally friendly,
your friend is Bear Grylls on Wednesdays.
Your TV is always on Nat. Geo.,
but you’ve never left home, have you?

You say you protect the trees,
you hate erosion and things like these.
You are digitalized in a way,
but go to bookstores every day.

You say you try to save the Animalia,
you are nothing else but a vegetarian.
You always share lost pets on social media,
but a furskin coat is what’s seizing you.

You say I’m a bad friend for calling you a hypocrite,
your  actions do not harmonize with your dictates..
You’re oblivious to  your own impropriety,
and that’s the problem with the rest of society.

Season of Death

Milán Galics


Why is everything so beautiful?
The colors, the smells, the weather.
You can just be part of nature,
as it slowly fades away. You can feel
its pain, hear it whispering through the winds.
But you just sit quietly, and watch them die.
Watch the leaves dancing in the air for seconds,
and then lie on the ground till they’re gone forever.
I know that I can’t do anything about it, because it’s
the way it was planned by Mother Nature,
But it’s still strange, that everyone thinks fall is the
most beautiful season, yet everything is dying.

Straight Labyrinth

Zsófia Szabina Gávris


As I’m diving into my dream,
I reach the surface of its plinth.
I notice some kind of a scheme,
as that of a straight labyrinth.

I’m floating deeper and deeper,
fading into my mind’s light.
A gate overrun with a creeper
unfolds itself on my right.

I stood there and stared, 
while riveted to the earth,
being way too scared
to realize its possible worth.

Then it struck me,
right when I needed it the most.
I seemed to be
eager to know that ghost.

That labyrinth, the straightest of all,
was the reflection of my soul.
I could clearly hear myself squall
to remind me to see it as a whole.

It’s only now, when I understand
the complexity of the picture,
I seek after a helping hand
to explore what it might tincture.

I, as a straight labyrinth,
seek my answers in slow motion,
being simple, as a leaf of mint,
yet compound, as the endless ocean.

Neverending Wall

Gergely Sülye


At the bottom
where all begins,
everyone who sits
just looks like grains
in a shore of infinite sand.
Some try to scale this wall,
hoping to reach the top and stand
where many have watched others fall.
It is but a dream to reach for the skies,
to successfully progress in the ascent.
Yet all of us live just to try and fail again.
With nothing but hopes to one day reach so high,
and only have one thing to do, to look not up, but down.