#8 – The sublime


Descending beyond the horizon, the day starts to slowly fade out. In the twilight one wants to rest and let bygone be bygone. Some might say it is a romantic scene. Perhaps it is. But perhaps it isn’t the candlelight that emerges.

Scenes similar to those of Caspar David Friedrich evoke and stir up emotions. Some might even call it the sublime – the ultimate beauty. Something that is so magical and stimulating in form and content that it objectively has to be called beautiful. When the light changes and warmer colours and tones emerge up in the sky, the world around us seems to soften. It can be so powerful that it lets us forget the torments of the day. (more…)


#7 – Momentary freeze


Surrounded by buzzling lights and constant streams of flashes – continuously creating impressions that demand to be taken in. Sometimes life comes around fast. It becomes faster than one is prepared for. The surrounding world starts to blur and gradually each impression becomes indistinguishable from another. The sensitivity of perception no longer can function properly, but creates a different reality. It is a reality that is not bound by timely restrictions.

High in ambition, but incapable of dealing with any impression, one freezes the moment. Sorting out and tracing each light back to its source, the job seems endlessly complicated. The question of ‘how to deal with it?’ arises. The impossibility of dealing with everything at the same time does not prevent you from trying it anyway. Resulting in failure, one is shattered in despair. (more…)

Round XV – The last round of the 1030 Poetry Selection

This is the last round for the selection. Be sure to also view the other rounds and find your personal favourites.

The voting for all fifteen rounds will be open for a little longer.

Thank you to everybody for submitting, reading, voting and sharing their love for poetry.



Poem I – Morning stroll

The breezy air rustles my hair
Cooling my senses, freshness everywhere
Dewdrops glittering – diamonds on emerald
Flowers scent my path with their smell.
Ah, such bliss, what more do i need?
Yet the sky turns radiant as the sun takes its seat Mounted on light streaks of pink, with splash of white clouds – floating and darting about, so light
The dark grey is suddenly shattered to blue
As the sky takes on its morning hue
And again my mind wonders at such beauty
My inmost self lost, plunged into ecstasy
That nature brings. (more…)

Round XIV – The 1030 Poetry Selection

Poem I – Time


Tick. Tick. Tick. Time. Is. Ticking

Running, flowing through the empty canyons of my mind

Endless. Constant, but still not free.

Something I thought I’d left behind…

Running, but it’s chasing me


Round XI – The 1030 Poetry Selection

We are back from holiday. We continue the voting with these three poems.

Enjoy and vote below.



Poem I – Silver Shoulders


I am a just-cold coat hanger

still swinging from my thrust

back into the wardrobe.


I can take you back to when I held

a water-soft leather jacket

fresh season, must lusted after.


Voting continues tonight

Our short holiday is finished and the voting for the 1030 poetry submission will continue tonight.

Check out our blog tonight and vote.


coming soon

Beyond Blue – Peter Schimke (extract)

Enjoy exclusively an extract of the novel “Beyond Blue” by Peter Schimke



Chapter One – The First Day



Finally he managed to find a job. It had been almost two months since he arrived in Japan. Every day since he had lost the money, he had asked in several bars, restaurants, small casinos, and cinemas if there was a job for him. Every day he got rejected. He grew extremely frustrated and would have taken almost anything at that point. Most people didn’t even ask him for references or experience. Not that he would have had any, but most people only looked at him and said with a shy but cheeky smile that they weren’t looking for anyone. In most cases that was most likely a lie. They probably didn’t want him because he was a foreigner. His patience was slowly fading, as he was about to run out of money. He was lucky enough that this girl didn’t take all of it. She probably would have, if she had seen it. Maybe she just didn’t look properly. What would he have done without it? But soon he would come to that point. Then what? He would be stuck in Japan without money and no place to go. It was expensive to live in Shinjuku. After all, it was one of the biggest entertainment districts in Tokyo. He had wondered how people live here permanently, between bars, prostitutes, gambling, and the Yakuza. Temptations of every kind were always waiting just around the corner. It must have been difficult to not get caught up in it. He did as well, and suddenly his money was gone. Even without realising. He had considered moving somewhere else, but the best chance of finding a job was in Shinjuku. Anyway, he didn’t have the money to move somewhere else. He didn’t have the money to do actually anything. (more…)