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Maria Feb 4
I want to be your scarf,
So soft and mohair,
To warm you in snowfalls
And even in rainy autumn.

I will embrace your neck
Like a mother cradles her child.
I’ll save the warmth for you.
Put on the scarf, be so kind.

I want to be your scarf.
Oh, don’t wear scarfs? Well now,
If I can’t softly warm you,
I’ll be your skin somehow.
Maria Feb 3
That is all. We bid farewell.
You live and I will too.
I can do it. I’ll live as my fate allows.
But I’ll never forget you!

You were my dream, the very dream,
That was never supposed to be.
I will not be the same without you.
I won’t be the one that I could be.

My life is night now with bitter frost
And treacherous following wind. That is all.
You took a piece of me away
And left me the half and a hole.

So be it. We bid farewell.
I swear, I won’t disturb you!
We’ll live asunder. We’ll live apart.
But I’ll never forget you!
Maria Feb 2
Ten –
I loved you much
Nine –
As not anyone before.
Eight –
I forgave you a lot of
Seven –
Falsehood and lots more.
Six –
I threw into whirlpool.
Five –
I suffered meanness.
Four –
When it was cold,
Three –
I gave up proudness.
Two –
I waited for love in return,
One –
But I didn’t wait.
While I was waiting for your love,
My love got lost for late.
Maria Feb 2
I want to go home so much!
I want to go to my open essence.
There’s coffee on the table. It’s undrunk.
And there’s my future, which is pure taintless.

I want to go home, to my place.
The time is ripe: my heart and soul are holed.
To hell with being along! I go home!
I am invisible. And here I am cold.
Maria Feb 1
How I want to understand you
With every cell of my swarthy skin.
How I want to hug you all
Till my pulse madness! Not care of anything.

How I want to feel you in whole
In every fiber of my being.
But I'm afraid to spot one day
That you're the stranger and we have nothing.
Maria Feb 1
You turned up suddenly in my life.
I wasn’t expected at all.
You was so determined and daring.
You hold me tightly in whole.

You understood what to do,
What I wanted and dreamed about.
Even though you knew me a bit,
You knew what I needed just now.

And unnoticed, in a half whisper,
You appeared beside me
As the rustle of leaves, the wind sound.
I don’t know how it could be.

It’s like you are on “Replay”
All day long till it’s dark.
When the night comes and I fall asleep,
You are with me stark!
Maria Jan 31
A little dragonfly sat on a stalklet.
She tried to find a vivifying cool.
The sun was scorching, hot and scalding.
No one could outstay for long in full.

That poor stalklet was so dry and woeful.
Under the soft breeze it could turn to dust.
The dragonfly was tired and marcid
And had to sit on stalklet at the last.

I pray the sun stop scorching all at once,
Give cool a little bit, stop shining.
I pray the sun being mercy for in need.
And save the little dragonfly from dieing.

And I’m as this dragonfly myself.
My stalklet’s dry. It almost turns to dust.
I’m waiting for a miracle. I’m utter fool.
I know it’s stupid, but I somehow trust.
Sometimes I really feel myself as a little dragonfly, sitting on a dry stalklet and dreaming of the rain. But  the sun shines and scorches. And that's how it's supposed to be...
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