Incheon poems on Hello Poetry

Kim Jong Il Apr 2013

I smell Motherland in the corridor
She crept up on me with her soap, drunken men and things I’d rather forget
I was thinking about death since I was 10.
.
The plane gets up,
Chicken soup is served.
Here are your nuts.
Have this lolly, the tension is getting
Higher
Higher
And higher
I cannot hear anything.
.
We are now in a very neat place
Incheon, South Korea
Fancy, shiny, pricey
Another plane, bigger
Higher
Higher
Higher
Yoghurt and cheesecake
I like this food better.
.
We get off, and even the ground shines
The air is very different
For the first day I smell this country it does has a specific smell
And after 5 years
You creep up on me, my love.
.

Chase Graham Sep 2014

I wish you were here, in Korea with me

This **** could be a lot easier
if I wasn't so dusty
or if my aspiration hasn't been disposed
or exposed. 'Thought you'd like to know.
I'm failing math again."
And my game is still obviously whack,
Anyway I got you to come over.
So, with a pretty girl now and drinking kombucha,
all these Facebook friends
I didn't think I'd have to see again.
Beckon me with a tight fist.
Refresh the laptop and let the afterglow echo
back and drift,
over a nose and fascinating lips.
"You know the bars here don't close till very late."
Everything I love will probably crumble
into a glass of soju. Vices
and the soul undressed
and the fish market's funk clings and holds tightly
onto another's thin grey hoodie.
"What do you do?"
Hobbies among other things include googling
or maybe just oogling at an Incheon passerby.
"Seoul tonight is almost as bright as you."

#love #girls #travel #korea #seoul #meloncholoy

John F McCullagh May 2014

The Ferryman

Dark draped the Ferry in confusion
on its final, fatal night.
Survivors spoke of a collision.
They knew that something wasn’t right.
A class of students on a trip
Bound for Jeju from Incheon
The Ferryman said to stay below
but he debarked and they’re all gone.
The ferry Sewol began to list
and water poured in through her ports.
Will anyone present forget the screams?
Souls in torment fill their thoughts.
Search and rescue soon became
a sad and grim recovery.
Their final moments were caught on cellphones
recovered from the silted sea.
The Ferryman has much to answer
About those students left behind
Perhaps in dreams he will be haunted
as young drowned faces flood his mind.

Notionally this is about the sinking of the Ferry Sewol and the loss of many young lives on the night of 04/16/14

Chase Graham Nov 2014

****** Hill

With looping hillside vendors
and red-light beams stalking the
cigarette smoke clouds, clinging
behind business men mobs (of 4 or 5)

and fracturing wildly from green-glass
bottles of soju and the girls
(oh the girls) who guard and call
out from dark thresholds with only
a spotlight of pink neon from

(***, Trans Cafe, Eat Me)
the signs from above. And the glass
walls separating the men
from the girls and the short skirts
(plaid like schoolgirls) beckoning,

silent and alone, sitting on stools
(one leg over another) paid at the bars
for two drinks (and 250,000 Won)
usually by Americans, bored and trapped,

stranded (at Yongsun Army Garrison)
they venture Incheon at dark,
with sad eyes and lust, (trading paychecks
for hand jobs) guilty and delaying,
waiting for a three year tour (of
what feels like a lifetime) in Seoul
to end.

#love #depression #*** #loneliness #boredom #army #seoul

Ronald J Chapman Feb 2016

Take Me Back Home

We were both remarkable when I first saw you
Standing on the busy streets of Seoul.
I wake up, and the flashback starts:
Incheon is where I'm standing in the spring air.

What are you doing crying standing alone?
You who wears that bright white robe,
That shiny pink hat of cherry blossoms,
Dreaming about the day when I wake up and find
That what I'm looking for has been in front of you all along.

So this is me singing,
Standing in front of you saying, "Take me back home!"
And I go back to springtime in my dreams all the time.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but dreaming deeply,
Wishing, I'd realized you are not a ghost.

I'd go back to past springs in my dreams,
Turn around and do some flying to a calm place.
I go back to springtime dreams quite often.

My dearest, let's do some dancing,
This love is pink and white,
It's a love story of a place where a beautiful woman lives,
Dearest, just be my cute little kitten.

Just snuggling bravely, forever.
Take me back home dearest, Take me back home my love.

Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

My Beautiful Bride
https://youtu.be/Ix3XzWM4F1w

#love #dream #fantasy #place #korea

Kanya Puspokusumo Jan 2019

A SEA OF WHITE

In this winter,
I would like to be a child again
Playing snowballs,
Making a snowman,
Walking through the winter trees,
And creating footsteps
on the sea of white...
.
It would be wonderful
to be a child again,
When the scene of white sea
falls in my heart for the first time,
And warm me like the summer sun.
(Kanya Puspokusumo, 2019)
.
Ganghwa-gun, Incheon
South Korea

#sea #kanyapuspokusumo #love #childhood #snow #winter

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