To those, who wasn't loved enough, in fullest measure,
I dedicate my lines to ones being dumped, not treasured.
So many broken hearts are hurt, so plenty,
Always alone and sad, loveless and empty.
But for despair, though, there is no reason,
And Spring will come after heart freezing winter season.
May 25, 2024
May 25, 2024 at 4:37 PM UTC
Two passions dwell in poet's heart,
Two desperate obsessions are reflected through his art.
Those are two characters from Shakespeare's poetry triangle:
The dark skinned lady and the man of fair skin ...
His charm is gentle and she's quite a striking beauty queen.
Three lives, three loves in chains of jealousy are fatally entangled ...
Did two conspire secretly behind the poet's back,
Betraying him two times, which caused his soul to wreck?
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
Immortal Prince keeps coming back to make us look in depth:
What's better choice - to take the life "as is" or challenge it by death.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
The white on black, the black on white,
Explosive mix it makes, so easy to ignite
By jealousy venom, injected drop by drop into suspicious mind,
And vicious fantasies force fatal spring of hate to wind.
And there you go ... flame of rage
Burns out lives, while getting out of its mental cage.
In black on white
Bard dared to write
About love, about race,
About trust and its disgrace.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
Not lasting was this couple's tragic young romance ...
To taste the sweetness of each other love they lucky were just once.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC
Time ripped away from me my childhood part.
Time's exorcism has killed my mad possession.
Time put to sleep the rat that gnawed my heart,
But doing so killed in me my dreams and passion.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
Joy is blown by wind far away,
No hope brings month February rather.
But shall come warming heart Loving Day
Just upon thirteen days, baker's dozen.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
Just before days advance of the cold snowy winter
Autumn's early sunset colors skyline in crimson.
I have dreams of the one, whom I loved in the past,
I am hearing the music, under which we have danced.
I am dreaming about the youth of the yore,
I have dreams of first love, I am dreaming of her.
I have dreams of first kiss, and forgotten sweet pain,
Dejavu resurrecting comes to heart back again.
Fly to South wild birds to escape winter's terror,
Cleaving sky by flock's wedge, as the tip of an arrow,
And I follow the birds, flying back to my youth,
Reuniting with Spring, leaving realm of dark truth.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
I'm soaring up to bare simplicity,
False art's complexity discarding use.
Let feelings chain, undressed explicitly,
Not scare poetry inspiring muse.
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
Poems, like flowers, often grow out of mud.
But trample them no one can into dirt in vain,
When Poet's words rhyme fastened chain
Weaves fabric strongly tied with reader's heart.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC