Human
Shield
Spear
No
They are human alone.

On that road

Always excitement and regret

Even if everything is lacking

And joy and

Even if the pain of first love and first rebellion

I see

Slowly, very slowly

Savoring the time

Recalling the scenery and neighbors that have not changed

To hide my changed appearance

To get rid of my shadows

I greet politely

To the trees that have not changed

To the path, the stream, and the clouds

I wave my hands

And those
I hated
Running from afar

Waving their bodies like waves

To me

On the invisible road

Running to me..........

Reading is
the hardest thing

It is work of experiencing
value of existence

and its high and low

So
as we get older

we distance ourselves from reading

and only a few

still fall in love with reading
more and more
as the days go by

Spring, summer, fall, and winter

Oh! Reading,
a privilege unique to humans.

DON'T MAKE OPPORTUNITY
IT MUST COME
DON'T MISS THAT MOMENT.

OPPRESSION MAKES
ENEMIES

LIBERTY MAKES
FRIENDS

BECAUSE

WE ARE THE WARRANT OF ALL THINGS.

some gave me
recovery from hurt

some gave me
humility from pride

some gave me
self-esteem from apathy

some You didn't give me
nothing but
you never left my side.

The master is hope
The slave is destiny

The relationship between them
Grace and Obedience

The master's place
The slave's place is also

u...n...f...i...x...e...d

If there is love.

running days
running weeks
running months
running years
running lives
learning one lesson from these.

poems cool
Anthology cool
publisher cool
readers cool
bookstore cool
in a big way
A poet are so cool.

Me: "You love me, don't you?"
You: "......."
Me: "Why aren't you talking?"
You: "I already told you"
Me: "I didn't hear you"
You: "Don't ask until you hear"
Me: "......."

Today's Day
Too Long
Your Silence
My Time
Holding On.

reason
cannot change result
only can explain it.

Yonah Jeong

if you love
not to mention
you can know it all.

instead of grandpa
letter by letter
pencil tip
with eyelights
shaking the room
read...

Deep red
Deep yellow
Pale black between the ginkgo leaves
The silent wild grasses
Sway...
Swaying grasses
Square winds embrace
Puce
Jasper
Bittersweet
And
The rectangular poems cover
Vermilion
Verdigris green
Titan
Smalt color
Cold hedgehog wings
Shiny orange peel
And their howling in the iron cage.

I realize I am alive
It is holding the world up
I am thinking about your red hairs
I am playing with game of destiny
I am making future from the past
After our love Itches is over
These are all done.

Like music
my heart
hearing your words
In the depth
silent ringing
becoming an old melody
I want to touch
your love
with honesty and nobility.

an expensive house
an expensive car
an expensive clothes
an expensive land
an expensive people
an expensive life
I don't need them
I am satisfied with love without price.

Beauty
disappears
Like love
More and more beautiful...

Love that cannot be given
A lover
who disappears when given.

A basket hiding place
with a view outside
On the shoulders covered
with fluffs
With a pillow
soaked in laments
in the kiss of the eyes
I fall asleep.

Good Morning
everything whispers to me
this moment
I give it to you alone.

More beautiful than bird
Early morning
Birdsong...

work of making jade
from a speck of jade.

Purple clouds
down to the horizon
and on the horizon
A small reservoir
friend of the black fields
swamps
run in one curve
below
pale gray ripples
swimming
white shining footprints
into the old reeds
they bend and unclench
towards the lighthouse...

If there is no peace, you have lost.

Can you eat an egg without breaking it?

Mistakes aren't bad
It is the way to right.

Lucy (always) laughed
Lucy (always) walked around
Lucy (always) shunned pleasure
Lucy (always) feared marriage
Lucy (always) loved mischief
Lucy (always) hated traveling
Lucy (always) shed tears
Lucy (always) criticized snobbish artists
Lucy (always) loved to walk
Lucy (always) loved poetry
Lucy (always) was ashamed of hypocrisy
Lucy (always) lived with me
Lucy (always) was on the clouds alone
Lucy always longed for love.

Where there is no freedom
there is no equality

Where there is no equality
there is no freedom

Where there is freedom
there is also equality

Where there is equality
there is also freedom

Freedom is shadow of equality
Equality is shadow of freedom

They are proof of each other's
existence so If you try to have
only one of them

You will lose both.

Passing through the Bear Mountain
left mountain path
far up the mountain
little by little
little by little
made of different circles
made of different sizes
made of seven brothers
not a stream
not a river
not a groaning sea
the mirrors of the sky
in the seven lakes
the seven emotions of the sky
are in motion
here
beauty triumphs over death
death becomes the starting point of life.
it is tumbling
dole's waves caressing.

do what no one else can do
if you do
they will do it too.

She
always hiding in the books
never appears to me
even if I laugh
even if I cry
even if I whisper
even if I happy
usually invisible
she comes to me
every time I write
it seems impossible also it is possible
because it belongs to her
starts to twinkle with stars
is love.

- to Younice

I wanna be your normal
you wanna be my abnormal
be back what we cannot be there.

I'm your branch of branches
because
I love you.

Open your secret place
Write a poem
O pen

That she loved me
That I approached her
That we sat together
on a bench in the playground
listening to a song
That we couldn't hide ourselves
That we became each other's shadow.

I am not good at relationships
especially human
not just me, but
people around me
have long since given up
I think I'm lucky
Samuel
I met my 2-year-old grandson
two years are coming up
One day after a year
Samuel started calling my name
When he greets
When he winks at
When we do something together
When we say bye
When we go for a walk
When we play
When we eat
When I stay with him
He calls my name
Not just once
Usually about five times
He keeps calling it
He calls it the same with Emotion
He calls it more afterwards than at first
There is only one difference
When I treat people
I always treat them from my point of view
When I treat my Samuel
I always treat him from his point of view
not from my point of view
Even today, when Samuel looks up at me
he says with eyes
"Grandpa,
treat other people the way
you treat me"
I give Samuel a look
"Okay"
I wonder more about my future.

first soaked in darkness
Crying in a sigh
Ocean marching
without band
Centuries-old tree branches pushed back
the leaves
Below
Pale sea blue mountain ridges
Cotton candy clouds rolling
She's changing the world
She's changing the world
fearful beauty
breaking beauty
Rosalyn.

Film
gives
imagination

Poetry
creates
imagination.

I make the sea my bed
I say goodbye
I leave the continent...
Wrapping sorrow with love's cord
The past as a dot
Washing it with water
Looking at the horizon
Navigating through
Choking with waves
This time
Time answers
Tears in eyes
Eyes in tears
Mixing them together
Burying them in the sea.

changing not translation
stream of era

when ordinary dreaming
in deep sleep.

Love
You are the cold spring wind
You are the warm snowflake
You are the budding autumn leaves
The freezing summer
My lover, Lorenzo
Outside the four seasons
Evening when grace blooms
April hours, hiding in the trash can
Forsythia yellow waves
Peach blossoms
**** blossoms
Tulip
Daffodils
Cherry
Love, my selfishness alone
You:
Hope for forgiveness
Change of mood
Ridiculous confession
Purity of beauty
Shyness
Enchantment
Chastity
Love that cannot be achieved
Elegance
Comfort
Gentleness
Sacrifice
Sweetness
Chastity­
Love itself achievement
December warm caress.

Looking for you
King of Night
Made a lake with moonlight
And colored the forest
The shadow of the Yes Man
whose hungry courage
Disappeared
Knight of Night
In a coffee cup stained
With sparkling stories
Busy listening
The sound of the legendary stream
Flowing between the cobble stones
Finally I find it.

Hey
Ludolph
I love you
Your words
Let me love
Not you
Your others
Your gait
Your quietness
Our stubble-plain
For a long time
Let me tell you
I have no Idea.

something special
love made you
everyone has a choice
everyone is unique
laughter, tears, even anger
similar but
not the same
aren't you like us, the stars
rainbows, flowers, birds. streams & cobblestones
They're similar but
not the same
Same with parents and siblings
look at you!
am I right?
love made us that way
is making us this way
So we share, shake hands, hug
each other
with love alone
Always. Throughout time...

Prayer is a small love

Like a dandelion seed
Lightly
Dancing without rest
Riding the free wind
Flying far
To start life
In the barren land

Prayer
Denies the past and the future
Presents the present
Gives birth to the past and the future of the present

It makes distrust like love
But when seen with faith
Prayer shows love
Love shows prayer

Prayer is the unlimited
Water Reservoirs
In the rain of love.

One of the Four Gentlemen

More beautiful than roses

Flowers come out earlier than

Leafs

Blue loyalty

Yellow sincerity

More consistent fragrance and taste than

Evergreen Tree

A messenger of love.

I am Yonah Jeong
My appearances:
Blood, Eyes, Hair, Skin
Soul
Mind
Heart
All are beautiful
Because they are created by Love
I am eating three meals also
I am making three poems
Everyday
And I am breathing because of
Nature and neighbors
When I am fifteen years old
I decided and planned to be
A Poet like a peacemaker
For this society and you
Now I became a poet
Whoever I am
Whatever meets hard work
I must love things given to me
As exactly as possible
If I don't fulfill these promises
It is not my true intention
So I try to make happy my others
Just like myself
Through my poems.