"seoul" poems
National Liberation Day Of Korea
Freedom means August 15, 1945.
Koreans celebrate their day of liberation.
Freedom is like a Magpie,
Flying in the morning sky,
Above the ancient palaces of Seoul,
Freedom is like the Rose of Sharon,
Growing in "The land of morning calm."
Freedom is like a river named Han,
Unstoppable!
Freedom means flying the Taegeukgi.
Outside and high!
Freedom is Lively,
Freedom is President Moon Jae-in
President of South Korea,
Freedom is vibrant!
Freedom is festivals,
Freedom is unhindered!
Freedom is a Buddhist monk,
Everland!,
Freedom is unbound!
Freedom is tasty Kimchi,
Deoksugung Palace!
Freedom is lively parties,
Freedom is dancing,
The greatest Palaces of Seoul!
Freedom is treasured!
Freedom is a green bottle,
Soju!
Freedom is Arirang!
Korea's song,
A gift to the world from Korea,
Freedom is Queen Min; Still remembered,
Resting under a cherry blossom tree,
Freedom is Seoul!
A wonder to be seen on the Han River!
Freedom is luminous,
Busan Nightlife,
Changdeokgung Palace!
Freedom is unchained!
Freedom is sports,
Jeju-do!
Freedom is escape!
Freedom is honor!
Battle of Inchon!
Freedom is rising in the sky,
One of the most dynamic cities,
Seoul!
Freedom is no longer
Imprisoned,
Freedom is camping,
Freedom is priceless!
Freedom is one's honor!
Deoksugung Palace!
Freedom is treasured!
Freedom is the miracle,
Seoul!
Freedom is food,
Freedom is Kimchi,
Freedom is hopeful,
Freedom is Yu Gwan-sun!
Long live Korean independence!
Freedom is a Buddhist monk writing,
Freedom is thinking about your dreams,
Not looking behind your back!
Freedom is a child going to school,
Freedom is ultra-modern,
Seoul!
Freedom is escape!
Freedom is music,
K-POP!
Freedom is Arirang playing,
Freedom is essential,
White Day!
Freedom, people, shining in the sun,
Freedom is loved,
Yuna Kim!
Freedom is essential,
Freedom is "The March 1st Movement",
Yu Gwan-sun!
Freedom is shopping,
Freedom is walking our dogs,
Freedom is writing what you think,
Freedom is Sejong the Great!,
Hangul!
Freedom is bringing your dreams into the world,
Freedom is poetry,
Yun Dong-ju!
Freedom is traditions,
Freedom is wearing Hanbok.
Freedom is being empowered!
Freedom is.
Freedom is.
Freedom is.
A United Korea!!!
Copyright © 2013 - 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
Seoul is a beautiful city
Often alive in ancient simplicity
Ulsan, Gangwon and other places
Take you to a land, nature traces
Hyeonchung-il, remembering that day
Kindred souls passed on their way
Over the sea is this special land
Reaching out to take you by the hand
Even though this ocean is far apart
All this land will greet you with its' heart
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 4:33 PM UTC
On chilly, weird wet nights in Seoul
lonely trash cans cuddle up for warmth,
feral alley cats zydeco in the rain,
street folk sip from brown-bags,
that will get them through the night.
Our umbrella slips through fog,
stealthy as a U-boat through depths.
I confess a fetished fondness for the click
of her heels upon the cobblestone walk;
the Angel Falls of raven hair down
the leather shoulder of my trenchcoat.
We will harbor heat within the sultry sheets,
toss carnally upon waves of sensuality,
opposites secluded in the Yin and Yang of night.
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 3:46 AM UTC
...
Mystery;
Such that you were to me
But nervously I swayed in your direction
Curious;
I couldn't help but catch
my breath as you spoke of this
dismal city and your photography
So caught
in your wishes to escape
back to your summer adventures
to the hustle and bustle of Tokyo and Seoul;
it was then you felt such anonymity
So it was then you had felt free.
I look to you again,
piecing you in these things that you
dare share with me; so easily,
eagerly.
Quiet now, you look to me but
I apologize, I didn't know quite
where to begin.
Mist and fluttering snow
Clouding over our concrete city,
We walked below the looming
Buildings until pausing,
to take a picture of me.
It seemed, in this hour, it was
only us who
chose to walk through these
deserted snowed-in streets
You suggested something then,
offering to take me up to the top
of the sleekest buildings,
to your rooftop sanctuaries I longed
to see
until it was only in my view-
small specks of life below me
where I could only see my sodden shoes
dangle down
to nothingness, to air, weightlessly as I
taste the mist upon my shoulders and
frozen hair.
In awe I would laugh
at the beautiful sight before me- to
Skyscrapers that cut above clouds
in the glint of the sun reflecting back to
our eyes, and
our cheeks who also felt the bite of
winter's winds.
Shivering,
Soaked in hair and feet
and
Again I turned to face you
but here,
with glittering eyes,
... wondered where
You would then choose to
take me
on our second date?
P.K.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
My home in my dreams,
I am amazed every night, when I see you in my dreams.
When I look at the moon., I see the tower to the north.
I can not believe you changed,
My life forever.
I only wish I can find the courage, to hold you in my arms at last.
My home in my dreams,
I wish I had met you a lifetime ago.
I wish I could give you one thousand of
my lifetimes.
I owe you my life,
My Seoul Korea.
I love you.
I miss you.
I owe you my life,
I owe you. You are the reason I am still alive,
Arirang, I owe you more than ever!
Seoul I love you,
A place I have only been to in my dreams,
How can I ever repay you?
For sending me such beautiful dreams.
I am amazed every night, when I see you in my dreams.
I live for you every day to hold you in my arms,
I live for you!
My Seoul,
I wish I could be standing in your arms where I belong.
My love Seoul,
I can't help but smile and wonder why God sent me here far to the West.
When you tell me every day, I belong in your arms.
But I owe you so much,
Hundreds of poems,
Hundreds of dreams
from a place, I have never been.
Amazing!
How can this be?
I love you Seoul Korea
that time can never take away.
I owe you more than my life
More than anything
I know this is a dept that I will never be able to repay.
Because I owe you so much
I owe you my life now, more than ever,
Why was I born so far away?
In the wrong time and wrong place?
Seoul Korea
My home in my dreams.
(C) 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
My Sky!
My love, my bright golden sunrise,
You make my Soul rise,
Together, we can do anything,
A new day,
Blue silver clouds,
My bright golden yellow sunshine,
I wish I could fly high into your arms,
Flying above, oceans blue,
Flying above an Eastern sea,
I love dark haired Angels,
Oh! darling Sky,
Please send me a Miracle,
I want to fly home,
Into your, beautiful Cherry Blossoms on a spring day,
My Princess Sky, the Angel in my dreams,
I wish to walk with you under the spring skies of Seoul,
God! Please send me a Miracle,
My Destiney is in front of me,
My beautiful dark haired Princess is waiting for me.
Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 1:17 PM UTC
Eratic Plastic Dysphemistic Euphemisms
the rain in Spain
falls mainly on the plain
while the dome in Rome
is a place to call home
and the gazoot in Beirut
is in cahoot
with the Neo in Reo
and his brother Theo
and Levi in Shanghai
munches blueberry pie
the roast on the coast
has been burnt like the toast
and my frog on the log
barks like a dog
its a pity how gritty
it is in ** Chi Minh City
never challange Mr Wong to play ping pong
in Hong Kong
or smoke a bowl with a mole
in old town Seoul
or the gendarme will storm
the crowd in Pittsburgh
Gomer LePoet...
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
In that place of dreams, where my hopes and fantasies lie,
You will always find my Spirit smiling,
Looking at the sky, where magpies soar high,
Lifted by a calm morning breeze,
Listening to the music of a busy city,
Listening to cars, trucks and buses of many colors,
As they pass by,
In that place of dreams, where my hopes and fantasies lie,
You will always find my Spirit wanting to, taste the food of
An Eastern city,
Ooh! I'm hungry for Kimbap, Kimchi, ooh! I've,
Always wanted to taste Egg Toast,
The aroma of coffee is heavenly,
In that place of dreams, where my hopes and fantasies lie,
I will meet my hungry Spirit in Seoul someday...
Copyright 2015 © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
Oxblood lips. A slit in the center. A distraught film. Shattered pieces that mimic her wounds. She cries for sorrow and weeps in the name of agony. Flashback. High voltage. Dawn's dew left a Seoul night in the hands of mischief. He watched her golden legs in his dingy shirt. She danced in a tunnel of head lights. His eyes. Oh, God, his realm of roses. A spectrum so broad- no force could obtain. 70s misfit. Shaggy rugs. A cheap bottle of Merlot. Kaleidoscope kisses. Craved like a hieroglyphic. He was her warrior. Plummeting grains of virtue into a dust oriented cushion...seven dollars and thirty one cents. I saw the light bulb touch the birch-wood floral. I could feel a thick metallic wind roar. Breaking the depths. A rugged man with a festive beard. His cheeks of stained silicone lipstick. He had shipped off his soul. He was a white man with a grip of steel. "Who put cookies in the watering bucket?" A naive response. "A wicked man with a lustful cavity." Erosion.Despair.Angst. Thin braids housed a blooming mind. Paint chips splattered the table top, plastering it. Morning.Good morning to luxury. What a splendid contrast. A lantern lit van took the highway by 65 miles. And all the while he never looked back.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
I had to put my feelings into soulful words.
I really feel our connection is tightening.
You are my eternal sunshine.
You are the miracle on the Han River!
Especially for you I created this rhyme.
I would rather have you than a trillion billion won.
You are like a white tiger amidst ordinary cats.
You are cherry blossoms in the spring sun.
I am not sure you will like my poem.
But know. That I am completely overblown.
Seoul Korea, you mean so much to me.
I have been so far away.
In this lifetime, I am afraid I will never understand.
I never knew this could be.
“Loving a place, I have never been!”
I anxiously await our time ahead.
For now, I keep dreaming of you instead.
I hope we make it; I hope it will be fast.
Loneliness quickly really lies in the past!
This poem has come to an end.
See you soon, my dearest friend.
Hopefully before this life ends...
My Seoul, “The Miracle on the Han River!”
© 2013 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
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"The Universe is big. It's vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes"very rarely impossible things just happen, and we call them miracles. And that's the theory. 900 years, never seen one yet. But this would do me." - Doctor Who Tv Series
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
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."
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
it was
all too easy,
forgetting your name,
tasting the starlight tucked
behind someone else's
wisdom teeth,
our soju-laced smiles
crashing at 90mph
and the memory of you
caught
in the headlights and wreckage,
our 2am laughter
echoing in your bones
from 5654 miles away,
my hands knowing
the age-old roads
that led to brand new places,
and the faded map of you
folded and kept hastily
in my back pocket.
*(I was far too proud
to ask for directions
to come home)*
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
Crew cut kiss curl stood
above the goose steeping generals
with empty heads and olive green
jackets
dangling aluminium war medals
for shooting ducks across the border
flying over Seoul
“Nfeuirok2fmdfiwe384194u3ujriwejm"
crew-cut kiss curl yelled.
“I told you 091874874814729”
( his swedish education was now showing!)
The train pulled out of pyongyang
with two thousand dead
that fed the famine. Only the driver
was alive clutching a loaf of bread.
stacked with cardboard cutout missiles
atop 1920s tanks and
painted with bloodred honesty
the entire nation goose stepped
to crew cuts orders.
He was as nutty as a fruitcake
but nobody laughed when he loaded
his only nuclear missile to bring down
the last remaining duck heading to Siberia.
Ha ha!
Author Notes
This is not a joke. Or is it?
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
Gangnam pool Salon Systems 010-3923-7007
◈◈◈1 subsystem ◈◈◈ (bukchangdong expression system)
Total 1 hours 10 minutes in the dazzling music
Battle (early, late), so enter twice
Room sokeseoneun Group hug, and he can touch etc.
Hot and soft feel hot to the touch. Jeonhaeohneun body ^^
Gangnam sarongs at a time in the pool with a drink excitement ~
◈◈◈2 subsystem ◈◈◈ (geukgang lover mode @)
Jilpeon the furnace for 1 hour 10 minutes Part 1 The inconvenience syeotjiman slightly south are you?
Putt regret that much short of a definite home run finished in Part 2
Noldeon lady in the room and go hand in hand up the field unforgettable beats the best
Enjoy ^^ Part Time Lover service total 50 minutes without wanting Gangnam pool sarongs best service!
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC
All the respectful magpies,
All the respectful magpies!
All the respectful magpies!
Now Raise Your Wings,
Every night I'm singing in my bed,
Lost in a fairytale.
Lost in a dream,
Can you hold my eyes and be my guide?
Beautiful Queens covered with golden crowns cover your skies.
What kinda dream is this?
You are a strong Seoul a vibrant city.
Either way, I don't wanna cry without you.
Flowers, we run through this Seoul (yeah!)
Roses, we run through this Seoul (yeah!)
Cherry blossoms, we run through this Spring (yeah!)
Love, we run through in this city Seoul (yeah!)
FLOWERS!
Yes! So fast is my life is right now,
Most incredibly fast, flying through time,
Oh! So quick. Oh! So fast.
Yes! So fast,
All the Queens who are independent,
Throw your smiles at me!
All the Queens who makin' rice cake,
Throw your eyes at me!
All the Queens who truly feel love,
Throw your heart at me!
Tonight I'll be your strong Prince Charming,
I'm calling all my roses.
I know you want my creative Eyes.
I write these words for you, This dream is yours,
Tonight I'll be your beloved,
I'm calling all my passion for giving to you.
Who runs the world? Flowers, we run this world - yeah!
Who runs this world? Beauty runs this world - yeah!
Who runs the world? Love runs this world - yeah!
Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
Seoul, 21.34 p.m
In this busy street people comes and goes,
some is going back to their home from a hectic day,
some is going to hang out with their friend,
some is going to recharge their energy with food,
some is going to meet the person they love
and here I am, watching over them from above the hill
rushing to the place they have to go
making thousands of little red-yellow lights from their vehicles
21.37
your city is so pretty,
just like you.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
Get on feet
out of seats
with a firm, stretched palm,
maybe even stick a tongue out.
Get hysterical,
elated- get pumped.
Yell something trite,
That's what I'm talking about!
Get a rush
from the head to the Seoul,
get a fresh set of wings,
fly from the hardwood,
get elevated.
Full-court press be ******
This goes beyond the laces,
the cheering,
the stoic referee winded-
travels hot fast and hard,
after the huddle, before the late whistle
and the fist-bump.
This is success at its most savage,
emotion at its rawest,
audiences at their most breathless
moment.
This, son, is the slam dunk.
Anything less would be a travesty
to the occasion.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
Spent our first sunrise together at Busan’s Haeundae beach,
And peaceful nights and bright days with you,
Waking up to cherry blossoms in the springtime,
Can we stay for the rest of our lives?
The scent of Seoul cherry blossoms in the spring,
Childhood memories,
Dreams of another time and place,
Guided me back home to you and this place,
Walking along the beach in our bare feet,
Time goes by to fast,
Spring colors, new life begins, brighter days,
Wasn't it just yesterday when I met you?
With cherry blossoms falling in your hair.
Copyright © 2015 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
I haven't been able to remember a dream about Korea in a while. However, this one came back with a vengeance.
Walking along the streets in Seoul Korea.
Not sure where. Maybe Itaewon because of all the young women I saw shopping and wearing black hip-hop caps.
If this wasn't odd enough. They were all wearing the exact same clothes.
As it turns out. I had woken up sitting on the sidewalk and stood up. I looked around and saw shops. All of the woman walking past me were wearing hanbok (traditional Korean clothes) with a white blouse and pink skirt with pink and white roses in the middle of the blouse. They all had black caps that did not let me see their faces. The caps all had the word 'Boys' printed on them. As the woman walked past me, they would point their finger at me and laugh and say something that I did not understand.
I looked down to see If I was dressed or not. I was dressed in a suit and tie. I guess I thought I was naked.
The next thing I know. I'm being dragged inside a shop by two elderly women. One who looked like my mother and the other looked like my grandmother. Both are no longer with us. Yelling at me in the Korean language and pointing to a table with a hanbok outfit on it. There was an ocean blue shirt, purple pants, and slippers with a black robe.
They keep yelling at me and then start trying to undress me. The next thing I know. I'm wearing the hanbok outfit.
The two woman then show me to the door bowing, crying and saying
Congratulations on your marriage.
Copyright © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
To truly visit my dream;
My dream of a Miracle,
A dream of a shrimp turning into a Giant Whale,
A dream that has come true,
No longer needing to imagine or daydream,
What my future will bring,
Visions of places I can only remember in my dreams,
places with familiar but strange names;
Beautiful visions of places called Seoul, Busan, Jeju, Inchon, and Gyeongju. Where a beautiful queen named Seondeok once lived. And her spirit still shines!
To truly visit this place where my dreams come from,
This fantastic place and people,
Because I took a chance to visit my dream,
I can finally stop longing,
And wondering what my future will bring,
In this place called Korea.
Copyright 2015 © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
Sa-rang had always loved Seoul. Her dreams with crowds, around the Han River day and night. It was a place where she felt delighted and safe.
She was a popular, courageous, soju drinker with charming dark eyes and beautiful pink lips. Her friends saw her as a lovely, quiet hero. Once, she even gave a cup of milk to a lost kitten. That's the sort of woman she was.
Sa-rang walked over to the window and reflected on the colorful lights of her surroundings. The moon shined like a spotlight searching for someone.
Then she saw something in the distance. Or rather someone. It was the figure of Ron. He was a daring king from a far off land with blond hair and vast shoulders looking at the water.
Sa-rang gulped. She was not prepared for Ron.
As Sa-rang stepped outside, and Ron came closer, she could see the substantial glint in his blue eyes.
Ron gazed with the affection of 10,000 kittens. He said, in quiet tones, "I love you, and I want love."
Sa-rang looked back, even more surprised and still looking at the enchanted book. "Ron, please stay until the day I die," she replied.
They looked at each other with pleasant smiles. Feelings of love, like two teens, dancing at a very friendly K-POP Concert, which had piano music playing in the background and two admirable young women dancing to the beat.
Sa-rang regarded Ron's blond hair and vast shoulders. "I feel the same way!" revealed Sa-rang with a delighted grin.
Ron looked nervous, his emotions blushing like a red rose he wished he had.
Then Ron came inside for a nice drink of soju.
(C) 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
*12.30 a.m
the town drenched with
the never-ending fall of rain
still horribly soaking with
sinners and saints looking for love in
cold sheets;
dark winding alleys;
telephone lines;
and every where in between
this solitude is becoming
more a safe haven
if anything
5 a.m
city lights on the river
and it takes me back to
the familiar print of checkered blue shirt
draped on her arm
and how it complimented
her pale skin and red lips
ash blue hair in the summer breeze
voice like the dawn of spring
everything i'm not and never will be
yesterday's cup of sad americano
on a lonely table for two
on a wintry october night
growing colder and colder
by the second
6 a.m
the now bright sky still cries
with me
the blinding lights of terminals
bustling with hellos and goodbyes
mock me
black knit sweater black ripped jeans
and heart now stained black as i remember
your eyes forming phases of the moon
round curious, crescents bright
the you who can't hide it
the warmth of the sun seep through my clothes
a mark of a new day, another chance to wonder
whether today is another to
ponder upon what ifs what could've beens and should've beens
10.55 a.m
i'm ready to leave the pretend love
who had already left me first*
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC
The night we went to that club in Seoul
And danced with Hot Toby
We got back to the hostel and we were staying in the
Basement that night
I was so sick, needed to pass out
And proceeded to use a shirt
As a snot rag throughout my sleep
I woke up and the shirt had turned to solid concrete
Boogers cement
We had to wake up early
We went to go look at temples
I didn’t wash that shirt
I just wore it
And I remember needing to pass out
All day; so sick I couldn’t taste anything
Not even Kimchi
And I said to myself
"I just need to party"
So we went out that night
I didn’t change
My clothes
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC