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 Sep 17 ryn
Zywa
Where will I be safe?

Where will someone say to me:


You will be safe here.
Poem "Hier ben ik veilig" ("Here I am safe", 1994, Frida Vogels), published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The ******* 3" [part XII, Evaluation]), and in "Diary 1974-1976" (2013) - December 5th, 1976, Bologna

Collection "Trench Walking"
 Sep 17 ryn
girlinflames
Sometimes,
you need to sing
to yourself—

just to remember
you are still heard.
 Sep 17 ryn
Poet B
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 Sep 17 ryn
Poet B
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Whispers about willows,

their leaves sealing secrets,

blocking them from the sun.
If you look up
Is it there?
All I see is air
Why do I raise
my arms up
hoping that God
hears my prayer

Is it some kind
of wicked game
we play ?

I never dreamed
I would meet
someone like you

What a deception
fast of feet
What a reception
so incomplete

I raise my
empty hands up
asking God
"Where is my love ?"
 Sep 17 ryn
lauren
solace
 Sep 17 ryn
lauren
hidden words and doubt
treasure an equal ----

an unspoken language

it is known to all
and recognized by few

that there is a fork in the road
and one in the mind

one may be rich with law
& one formed by mindful pessimism

in between we find solace

there is peace in the solace

languages are spoken by the fluent
learned by the voyager
caressed by the curious

but some languages will never
be spoken

may they always be stitched with
hidden words  &
treasured by an equal
may the fluent learn
and learn well
 Sep 17 ryn
Urvashi
Why don’t I love?
For this love is a
possessive obsession to handle.

It’s a constraint,
sealing you mine forever.

So just flee—
or better,
not come at all.


For it's a Red envelope,
A prison house… or love?
My limitless love !
 Sep 17 ryn
Blue Sapphire
I too had a heart.

I gave it to you.

Even though you broke it,

it still belongs to you.
 Sep 17 ryn
girlinflames
When I read
poems from the past,
I barely understand them.

I try, yes—
but they are minds
from another time.

It takes time
to connect with them.

Then I imagine myself:
will they, in the future,
read the poems I write to you
and understand
anything at all?
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June 2025
HP Poet: Agnes de Lods
Age: 47
Country: Poland


Question 1: We warmly welcome you to the HP Spotlight, Agnes. Please tell us about your background?

Agnes de Lods: "My name is Agnes (Agnieszka), and I come from Poland. I grew up in the countryside, in a family rooted in rural and small-town traditions. My mother is a very intuitive person, and my father was always standing in the last row, quietly helping others, especially people with disabilities.

My parents gave me two ways of perception: seeing with the heart and with the mind. They didn’t have higher education, but our home was full of music, books, radio talks, and documentaries that showed the world in many dimensions. They helped me see that reality is full of tension and harmony, depending on what we pay attention to.

They gave me space to speak in my own voice. Growing up close to nature, I spent time observing, listening to the rhythm of the seasons. I learned humility, compassion, and what it means to face hard work and failure."



Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry?

Agnes de Lods: "In Polish, I’ve been writing for four years. In English, two or three. But in a way, I had been preparing for it all my life by writing, reading, and observing the world around me.

I started sharing my reflections on Hello Poetry in December, just a few months ago. For the first time, I felt ready to express everything I had kept inside for years."



Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you).

Agnes de Lods: "People. I love people. Every single person has a story. Sometimes strangers stop me in the street and start talking. I guess they want to be heard, and I love to listen.

Nature inspires me. And my dreams, too. Some of them come true, others do not. Still waiting for those lottery numbers to show up in a dream.

Books are also a huge source, just like music and art in all their forms. I am inspired by Karolina Halatek and Hania Rani, Marc Witmann, Umo Vide, Dror Elimelech, and Patricia Suarez (Colombian poet and painter), and many others."



Question 4: What does poetry mean to you?

Agnes de Lods: "Poetry is exceptional on every level. Metaphors express the unspeakable and have real power. They change the frequency of thought.

Poetry heals, invites contemplation, and opens doors to the many layers of human nature.

To me, poetry is sound, color, scent, even taste."



Question 5: Who are your favorite poets?

Agnes de Lods: "Sylvia Plath, Alejandra Pizarnik, Wisława Szymborska, Adam Zagajewski, Czesław Miłosz, Jorge Luis Borges, Pablo Neruda, Federico García Lorca, and many more.

I also read poems on Hello Poetry, and I am so glad to see many truly talented writers here. It means this world still has a chance."



Question 6: What other interests do you have?

Agnes de Lods: "I am fascinated by psychology and archetypes. I read Jung with deep interest.

I love sci-fi, deep conversations, walks in the forest, and learning new languages. But more than anything, I care about human connection and understanding.

I like to dance and play the piano, though I have not had much time for that lately. And I love connecting the dots."



Carlo C. Gomez: “We would like to thank you Agnes, we really appreciate you giving us the opportunity to get to know the person behind the poet! It is our pleasure to include you in this Spotlight series!”

Agnes de Lods: "Thank you so much for letting me share my story. I am so glad to be part of this community of sensitive souls. I feel good here."




Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed coming to know Agnes a little bit better. We certainly did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez

We will post Spotlight #29 in July!

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 Sep 14 ryn
Suhei
Far Away
 Sep 14 ryn
Suhei
You and I , sitting together

Yet , stars looks so far

Just like us

Stars and Moon kept look each other

If you ask me to tell you the truth ,

I will tell you to stay with me
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