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Maria Jun 8
She was waiting for him outside the house in the rain.
And she was constantly peering into the far distance.
She didn’t think what would happen to her with that.
The rain was covering all her pinching sadness.

She was waiting for him outside the house in the rain.
She wasn’t crying, no, she was getting wet.
The rain was pitiful to her and crying heart out,
Not realizing that she was extremely wet.

She was waiting for him outside the house in the rain.
And the rain wasn’t calm. It was simply pelting.
She must have made mistake - the house was wrong.
Or maybe he forgot her and stopped waiting.
It's a small story about sad love, based on true events. Again about love... Again about rain...
Thank you very much for reading it! 💖
431 · Jun 25
My hopelessness
Maria Jun 25
I woke up early today.
I woke up close to the sun.
There's an abyss of thoughts in my head,
Those that can't be there. None.

I try not to think. I try to sleep back.
But it's no use! They press for no why.
They press in my temples! They press pack my chest!
Thoughts of those, who scarifies.

I don't know where to run me whole?
Where can I find my peace?
It's my hopelessness... It's my end...
I guess they are my guilt and penance.
Thank you for reading this poem! 🙏
429 · Jul 7
I thought...
Maria Jul 7
I thought it would turn out.
I thought the time acted in tune with me.
I thought I was strong.
I thought it would be like a movie.

I know it was my mistake.
I thought it all seemed to me.
I can't believe still
That the fate can so bully me
Sometimes we have very difficult circumstances from which it is impossible to get out of without losses.
Thank you for reading it 🙏
425 · Jan 25
I'm full of Love
Maria Jan 25
I’m full of love! It is inside me!
It’s huge like the Pacific Ocean:
Complete, horizonless and deep.
My love is kinglike as an ocean.

It can be never swum across,
Won over or comprehended.
You can be pleasingly present in it
Or easily got killed or disappeared.

And maybe love is like the Andes:
Spanless, unbroken, unfathomed.  
If you are nearby the Andes,
They’ll overwhelm you by its greatness.

My love will doubtlessly give
A shelter to a wounded heart.
It won’t reproach, play foul, betray.
It makes no odds who you just are.

It’s difficult to carry love,
Without dropping and destroying.
I try to save it anyway
From mean abuse and full dishonoring.
421 · Jun 13
And what’s then?
Maria Jun 13
And what’s then? What’s left?
Maybe the faith that the day'll beep,
That day when the sun pushs cheekily
To windows, disturbing sleep.

That day when there’s no sadness,
When everything’s clear and plain!
That day when the soul is married
To happiness, sprayed with rain.

That day when all the trumpets around
Struck the march, bravura and blessed!
That day when I live the whole time
Just live without any dread.
Thank you for reading! 💖
420 · Jan 31
Little dragonfly
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...
403 · Mar 27
You don't like acid jazz
Maria Mar 27
You don't like new acid jazz.
It's exotic, non-native flow.
It's like a traveler, dressed for show,
With a silk neckscarf as topaz.

You don't bear the style mixture.
It's like a slapdash of free spheres.
And no need to gather then down the years.
It'll be-all a needless fixture.

You don't accept circumlocutions,
Allegories and hidden meanings.
Quotations, accents and other symbols -
These are unnecessary gleanings.

You know, you're unbearably stubborn
You can't stand any fancy guessing.
You're far from a beauty of word expressing.
Sorry, but you're monotone.
I sometimes feel genuinely sorry for such monotone people.
Thank you for reading! 💖
403 · Jan 29
I'm alive!
Maria Jan 29
I’m alive! Listen to my heartbeat!
The door is closed and my heart is behind it.
It’s knocking as if it wants to escape. Silly,
It’s cold and frost outside. You’ll be chilly.

I’m alive! Look, these are tears.
That’s how it can be with poor trees,
When their trunks are cut with a knife.
Their pain will be soothed by the rain for life.

I’m alive! You see, I’m running.
I don’t need no you or your halls. Just nothing!
I’m running at random, no matter where!
My star will guide me now and forever!
This poem is a life slogan for me for some time now. And thank you for reading it! I appreciate your attention.
397 · Jan 23
Stay with me
Maria Jan 23
Stay with me for a short time,
Just for a couple of words,
Just for a couple of smilings,
For a couple of easy nods.

Stay with me for a couple of strophes.
I’ll pour two glasses of wine.
The one that, remember, used to prepossess
You and me both for a while.

Stay with me for a short time
For a couple of sportive jests,
For a couple of bootless guitar accords,
For a couple of stupid shy footsteps.

For a couple of silver-tongued tender breathings,
For a couple of sweet and tremulous words.
Stay with me, please, for a short time,
At least for a couple of epochs.
And again about love. Thanks for reading.
From me with love
382 · May 20
Tell me something...
Maria May 20
Tell me that I’ll pull through,
Or I’m a little bit feel down.
For you it’s just a trifle,
And for me it’ll give a strength crown.

I'll know there's someone believes in me
I'll just hear, that he's somewhere.
Even it’s not true, doesn’t matter.
Tell lies! I really don’t care!

Tell me that I’ll overcome,
That my spirit is really strong.
But don’t pry into my soul.
It’s sealed up with black wax for long.

It shouldn’t be touched soever,
It’s only the time for its rest.
Tell me that I’ll pull through.
Tell me something! I want to be confessed!
Thank you very much for reading this poem! 🙏💖
Maria Jun 15
Amidst the crowd she’s alone,
Amidst all hundreds of friends and others.
She’s alone. She sits by herself.
Amidst empty and worthless dialogues.

It’s as if she’s being overlooked.
It’s like as if she’s in silence cloud.
Her thoughts are quiet for all them.
She’s far away. She’s lost in the crowd.

She lives in her own world of dreams,
Without fictions, lies and falsehood.
Her footsteps are quiet for others as streams.
Nobody knows what'll be her remote.

And she lives in her tiny world.
Worries and fears are endless there.
It seems as if she’s attached in whole
To all her pain, which bites and bares.
Thank you very much for reading this poem! 💖
Maria May 25
And she just wanted a little sunshine
Among this obscence malodorous mud.
She just wanted to hide in sun rays
From this dirtiness, from this crud.

And she just wanted to be joyful.
She wanted to laugh but not in hysterics,
That rippling laughter would wink with a smile.
She wanted a gladness, and no mysteries.

She also wanted a lot of snow,
So white, so huge, with snow banks!
But you found nothing better than damage all!
Aren’t you people? There’s nothing sacred!

And she just wanted a little happiness.
You were so stingy, and she would have shared.
She didn’t have grunge for you, she didn’t have meanness…
At the beginning… Look, what you’ve achieved that!  

Look, what you’ve turned the angel into.
She walks without the sun through the mud.
She’s lost, but she isn’t humiliated.
Why have you done all that to her, my God?!

All that she wanted was little sunshine,
A little warmth and simple happiness.
And you thought that it was ****** and silly.
You tore her soul to pieces! You’re merciless!

Torn to shreads, appalled and pained,
She still walks because she’s alive.
And you keep on spill all with mud,
Without seeing her, burn up and deprive.
This poem is filled with pain. It's an autobiographical story. I remembered it today because I need the strength that I had then, that pulled me through and helped me to move on...
Thank you very much for reading it! 🙏💖
376 · Jul 17
I want to get lost
Maria Jul 17
I so want to get lost at all,
That no one would find my way.
Just vanish, dissolve, disappear,
That even my waft would fade away.

I'm ready to drop off the radar,
Like a loan garden, without a trace.
So that only a withered echo
Of my existence will reach ears.

The echo will fade, the memory'll cancel
And all will sink into a life sand.
But if I suddenly fail, if I couldn't,
I beg you, don't find me, at no hand.
Thank you for reading this poem! 💖
372 · Apr 29
Leave me a pinch of love
Maria Apr 29
I stand in front of you, stunt, sickly.
My eyes are rayless, my skin is weakly.
No sign of joy or peg to life.
I'm tangled in whole in a net of lies.

I don't cry, but tears are all around.
It's like a life circle for me is shut down.
I don't scream - no strength, no strife.
It's like a mouse has gnawed of all my life.

I stand in front of you, disheveled.
I'm like a book, thumbed through, bedevilled.
And there's no use or purpose in it.
Her place is on the far shelf indeed.

I stand in front of you as I am right now.
Don't drive me away from you, put up with somehow.
I've no strength, no faith, no meaning, no purpose.
Leave me a pinch of love at least, with no pose.
Thank you very much for reading my poem! 💖
You give me the opportunity to tell about my state, my feelings, my experiences and my pain. It's very important for me. Thank you very much!💖
371 · Jan 11
Greyness
Maria Jan 11
A new day is come, but the greyness is here.
All streets and faces are still grey.
It seems as usual, but this grey sky
Drives me crazy in whole to the extreme.

I see grey asphalt before my eyes.
Sick grey thoughts are overpowering.
It seems as usual, but something’s wrong.
This allout greyness’s cheekily inhering.

I open the window, I want to breathe.
And this grey air arrows me roughly.
It happens boldly, it happens rude.
The air grips me unceremoniously.

The greyness is becoming the part of me.
Even my coffee is cloudy grey.
I’d like to wrap and sleep till snow.
Just want to know it won’t be grey.
This poem is about the state of dark fatality inside and the full emptiness around...
353 · Feb 5
What a short life
Maria Feb 5
What a ridiculous night…
It’s cold.
My body wants love a lot,
It’s bold.
It wants embraces and caresses
Till one drops.
What a ridiculous night…
It’s lachrymose.

What an immoral spring…
It’s obscene.
En masse and at me in whole
It’s too mean.
I thought I could do everything.
I was mistaken.
What an immoral spring…
My pain is untaken.

What an endless year…
It’s torture.
There’s no happiness and pain is
Too often.
I wish I could burn it out
In whole.
What an endless year…
Stop it all!

What a short tiny life…
It’s frustrating.
I thought that everything lies ahead.
And time is unending.
And I can correct everything
And create.
What a short tiny life…
I want it more! Wait!
Maria May 11
I should allow myself doing nothing.
It's odd, it's not a bit me at all.
Working and working, on and on always.
There's short of days and nights noway in whole.

I should allow myself off-the-cuff,
Thinking or straining nowise entirely.
Just sit around and doing nothing,
And savour my unsweet coffee calmly.  

I should allow myself simply never
Leave my desires and dreams until later.
I'm not forever with this time exactly.
I'm a grain of creation in fact, no greater.

I should allow myself to live truly,
To live this life as it's given to me since day one.
And now simply live, there is no hurry.
I've already much more and awry done.
These thoughts have been filling me whole lately.
Thank you for reading this poem. 🙏💖
332 · Jun 19
No more words
Maria Jun 19
No more words. You’re right, it’s enough
Of mussy clusters of meaningless phrases.
All thoughts are chilled and are wrapped in pain.
It’s not an interesting story for us.

Colors have faded, cleaned out with time.
The beauty’s become decrepit in whole.
The past has been a depressing burthen.
An emptiness’s hanged over us in full.

There’re no more words.
Feelings are rootless.
We’re free of each other.
Our love is bootless.
It's the story about the end of love.
Thank you very much for reading it! 🙏💖
332 · Jan 12
Poor wretch
Maria Jan 12
Reckless unlucky poor wretch
She’s roamed much. She’s suffered much.
And no matter what happens around her,
It’s all the one – she is still such.

She was in any way kind to world.
She never had any blackhearted thoughts.
She trusted much, dissolved in love.
She gave herself with no second thoughts.

She slipped away into her love.
She was sure no poison was there,
No rude and mortal human drafts.
There was only the truth! And nothing else never!

But there was a lot of dirt in real,
A lot of stiffness, a lot of falsehood.
She gave her love with no doubt an’ fear
And they in reply only croak of crows.  

She’s so panny plain, naive and homely
And she still live against the odds.
She roams the world and dumbly shuffling
Forever forbids herself to love.
325 · May 26
No chance
Maria May 26
Everything’s broken, shattered,
Scattered completely asunder.
And I’m left as a steppe mat grass.
Only crows go round and thunder.

Only crows go round, and their wings
Chase out my reckless life.
I should run after her, but I’m beat.
I can’t catch up with her. I’m lowlife.

I’m lowlife. I can’t hand her back.
I would apologise! I'd confess!
Everything went amiss with us.
It’s a shame that we'll get no chance.
Thank you for reading this poem! 🙏💖
323 · May 29
Hold off on your verdict
Maria May 29
Hold off on your verdict for her now.
Put by your own condemnations.
You never lived behind the wall
In the grip of grievous self-abnegations.

In the morning, while opening eyes,
She destroys and despises herself in whole!
She hates herself! She abhors the world,
Which she has made by herself alone.

She wants everything would disappeared,
Evaporated as though it's never been
So that there's nothing left around,
Nothing reminded of her as she's been.

And she would start with a blank sheet.
Forgiven, redeemed and clearly blameless,
Hold off on your verdict for her now,
For her, who leans over ruins.
Very often people are criminally deaf and blind to those around them. And how often they simply don't hold off on their verdict.
Thank you very much for reading this poem! 🙏💖
317 · Feb 1
You turned up
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!
315 · Jun 10
A candle-end
Maria Jun 10
There won’t be more tears and wailing
About that things which can’t be back.
We’ve gone without fake feelings.
What for? Just wipe with no regret
A quarter of out life’s road
Like the last out main word.
We can shake up what have been or not.
Why should we rip up for ought?

You’re right there’s no need to be penitent
If love is drunk out at all.
We should close it, blink and move next.
We have only one life after all!
And there’s something big and visible,
What lies ahead for you anyway.
Just gain ground and don’t look behind,
As if I've never been on your way.

But I beg! I conjure! I pray you!
Never look for me again.
I’m gone, I’m dried, I’m disappered
Like a burned out candle-end.
It's one more story about sad love. 💔
Thank you very much for reading! 💖
312 · Jan 18
Bird
Maria Jan 18
The bird flew,
The bird fall.
What’s happened to her?
Did it break a wing?
The bird flew,
The bird was tired,
The bird fall.
Bad luck is the thing.
No bread crumb,
No clear sky…
It’s all gone for her.
Such is the fate.
The bird flew,
The bird fall.
The bird is gone.
That is the end.
Maria Jan 9
All these days are impossibly long.
And their sameness drives out of mind.
I’m here again, in front of you.
I did it myself. And I’m by your side.

I know it all, exactly, to point.
Your steady gaze’s callously cold.
Your voice’s like those strings, picked by fingers,
So lazily and heartlessly in whole.

My body remembers the touch of your hands.
So strong, so manly, up to you don’t.
And your distressing extended silence
Is able to **** with no shadow of doubt.

I’m here again! In front of you! Look!
I know, it’s where my doom is now.
But I grab hold of love again
And I can reverse just nothing and nohow.
Love can be failed and fatal... Ill twist of fate...
307 · Jun 21
Unlove
Maria Jun 21
Let’s try without needless words,
Unnecessary pauses and empty doubts
To finish out fairy tale, titled “Unlove”.
Let’s stop all fights. We have no other outs.

Let’s try without needless tears
To recognize that we're both orphaned.
We’ve been repaid wholly for our Unlove:
Our hearts are faded, our souls're ossified.

Let’s try without needless words
To say the only one and single phrase:
“Forgive me for this poor Unlove!”
It’ll be the rare truth without any haze.
Thank you very much for reading this poem! 💖🙏
Maria Jan 26
Don’t feel sorry for me. It’s not your thing.
And I’m not good at taking regret.
Let’s just sit and keep quite. Come on! I please!
And split up. Yes, just like that.

You’re tired no end. Believe me, I see.
For so many years you’ve been dragging my grief.
I’ve let you go! Go out of here!
But you haven’t left. And I’ve nowhere to leave.

So, you and I will continue to suffer,
To ******* each other, to contort oneself.
Just the two of us again in a circle.
In the end we’ll forget who we are ourselves.

I feel bad right now. But I’m used to it.
I’m not criticizing or blaming you.
Let’s break up now just for the hell of it!
You’re leaving and I’m releasing you!
304 · Jan 8
Your window
Maria Jan 8
I broke myself of looking ahead.
Why is it now?
There’s no one there, who’s waiting for me.
I can’t come nohow.

I’m walking random, I don’t know where.
It doesn’t matter.
I struggled a lot, but everything turned
Into a waste paper.

I’m crying: “Stop! It’s enough! I shouldn’t
Remember all that!”
But night is merciless and time after time
It brings me back.

It brings me back to that place, where
The light was on.
It brings me back to that calm quite,
Where I’m gone.

And my mucky memory keep your window
In its mind:
Your curtains of almond color and bed lamp…
Now there’s night.
303 · Sep 17
Name me one reason...
Maria Sep 17
Name me one reason not to see you!
You are not nearby…
That’s not it!
You’ve filled me, even I don’t know why.

Name me one reason not to await you!
You’re left…
That’s not it!
I know how to lose you. I can stay bereft.

Name me one reason not to hear you!
You are silent at all…
That’s not it!
I see your words in whole.

Name me one reason not to look for you!
You’ve betrayed me one day…
That’s not it!
I know how to forgive and allay.

Name me one reason not to hold on to you!
You'll fall beneath your one...
That's not it!
I'm ready to fall down after you've done.

Name me one reason not to love you!
I was mistaken…
Not give a ****!
I can’t live without you! I'm awaken!
Thank you for reading it! 💕
Maria Jan 8
I forbid myself to be sad!
Today I really want that!
Causes are more than enough in fact.
They’re all mine and I won’t forget.

I forbid myself to be blue!
I’ve no time for it, really.
My blues eats me completely at all!
I disburden of it entirely!

I forbid myself to be fear!
It is no longer for me.
I have no desire for fright right here!
There is no place for fear in me!

I confirm myself to live!
I’ll remove every hitch on my way!
To burn! To struggle! To show! To create!
That's how I love anyway!
I confirm myself to live! This is my call to action!
294 · Jan 22
I’ve had enough
Maria Jan 22
I’ve had enough
I’ve almost broken.
I’m not in pain,
But peace is gone.
I won’t believe
So blind and thoughtless
Forget all hurts
I’ll close my door.

I’ve clear today
The love is dangerous.
You’re banned from love
Mindless and fool.
It is taboo
To give so stupidly,
To agonize
And to betray your soul.

It is taboo
To love in spite of
Your mind, your fear
Against yourself.
You must remember
Don’t forget that
You’re the one!
Don’t give a ****!

I’ve had enough
No faith, no love at all.
I’m not in pain,
But calm and emptiness in whole.
289 · Jan 10
Please, listen to me.
Maria Jan 10
Please, listen to me.
I know you’ve done it forever.
Maybe you’ve done it more than enough,
More than you should not now or ever.

Please, listen to me.
I swear to you, I will be silent.
And in my silence you’ll see my soul,
Which will be crying out of mind.

My soul’s alive.
It needs much power to go on living.
It simply wants to go ahead
Without guile, with only pure feeling.

Please, listen to me.
I know you’ll still do it forever.
But no matter what happens to any of us,
Please, listen to me whatever, whenever.
This poem is about soul's suffering
289 · Jan 20
You are me
Maria Jan 20
You are me, and a little bit more!
Voices are similar, skin color’s the same.
Eyes are like coffee, a real strong pair.
Whether it’s heaven’s favour or maybe the pain.

Our gait has the common habit.
We walk dancing measured thus,
Drawing the life’s rhythm firmly and surely.
This bit is known for two of us.

If you are the King, I am the Queen.
If you are right, I am left.
There’s no other playbook for us.
This is our unique fate.

I’m you, and a little bit more!
There’s no chance to fix it at all.
Thoughts and footsteps are lookalike.
I am equal to you once and for all.
287 · Jan 21
Windows go out...
Maria Jan 21
Night is in. Windows go out.
Everything’s falling asleep.
Dreams are twisting round parks and squares.
Railing platforms are slept on feet.

The blooming town is wrapped by silence.
It restlessly bustled during the day.
But night has come, and all its fervor
Has suddenly fully gone away.

The morning will come, and everything’ll wake up.
The town will seethe up and run at full pelt.
All men will wake up, the whole thing will go back.
Isn’t that so? Please, tell me! Is that it??

But life dictates its own canons.
Life is deaf to all people’s pleas.
And windows go out first, last and all the time.
Less than all return to their things.

Windows began to go out around me.
Unturned, completely, forever, at all.
Windows go out… Windows go out…
The light goes out once and for all.
272 · Jan 30
You have to stay
Maria Jan 30
Sorry, but you have to stay.
I don’t let you go. You hear?
We both have some things to do.
I won’t get through them alone. I fear.

Maybe you like quite another.
A cushy life without any jerks.
But tell me, please, at least for the last time,
What should I do with my love in fact?

My love is mite, but it’s so forceful!
Touch it slightly, it’ll burn you at once.
Leave it answerless, it will be prickly,
Tameless and cruel. It’ll die to us.

My love isn’t pampered, but it’s with pretense
For languishing gaze and beautiful phrase.
You tamed it firmly, you made it subject.
You didn’t wean it. Just put it in maze.

Sorry, but you have to stay.
I’m still in love with you as yet.
I’ll cope with my life on my own totally.
But the fate of my love without you will be sad.
272 · Jan 11
Don’t let me go!
Maria Jan 11
Don’t let me go, I please! Don’t let me go!
I’m scared of everything outside of here.
There’s much cruelty and pain! Too much!
I will be lost there. I won’t be near.

Don’t give me, please! Don’t give away
To those false and ***** judges.
They have no honor and no soul.
There’s no life, just hollow crunches.

Please, don’t forget me! Don’t forget!
If I of sudden disappear,
Scatter, get lost or fall away,
Agreed!
But don’t forget in real!
Maria Jun 4
I’ve known you a long time,
Probably the eviternity.
Now I’m as if in a stupid film,
Trying to roll up the infinity.

Your grimace is clear-cut.
Your taunts are plain.
Your eyes are as if pictured.
You’re near, and they’re far-away.

Your hair is at my finger-tips.
It’s rigid and rough as strings.
Touch them by hand and here's the space.
Your hair’s reminds stings.

Your silence is my kaiken -
A short sword and a precise beat.
You despised me by your muteness.
How familiar is your cheat!

Your firmly closed lips
Are like a mask of tragic jesters.
Do you hear trumpets are playing afar?
A strange love is being buried there.
Thank you very much for reading this poem! 💖
261 · Jan 19
My damaged fate
Maria Jan 19
I tripped up you as time wore on.
I foundered on your lying piety.
I came with you forgetting all.
I came to you against legality.

I trusted you inspite your silence.
I put behind all that I had.
Your stingy speech and thick-skinned temper
Were my salvation and no bet!

My world centered on you in whole.
It’s like I fell out of life.
I had no reason to go there
Where you were not with all your lies.

And what is now? I’m here again.
And there’s no peace around at all.
I stand here naked with damaged fate
And try to meet my shame to all.
261 · Apr 7
Love quietly
Maria Apr 7
I beg you, love quietly.
Forgive in true silence.
Just love each other
Without fool minds.

Please, love for good
As our life is so fleet.
It's but a moment
And love is so sweet!

Don't fear, love keenly!
It's your love! And that's it!
Catch hold of each instant
And listen to your heartbeat!

Please, love evermore
And not anyhow.
If you don't make so,
Love is not your endow!
It's about love. Love is the foundation of everything. But love doesn't tolerate the falsehood!
Thank you very much for reading! 💖
250 · Jan 7
Don't call
Maria Jan 7
I wasn’t waiting for your call. I knew you would.
I didn’t bite off fingers, nervously awaiting.
I didn’t come for phone anytime
That it was late in silence as if flouting.

And I was walking on the street, so lazily and slowly.
And I was breathing calmly, evenly, full-breath.
And I continued living, saving plans and wishes.
I knew your call would come, there can be no pretexts.

And as it should be, my affairs caught me up
In its own dashing cycle with the head.
I don’t know how I actually forgot
About your call, which should be and no bet.

Yes, I forgot and you just didn’t call.
Let’s easy say that we’re kind of even.
I will go on. I’ll live without your call.
And you don’t call me, uselessly forgiven.
This poem is about an forgiving love.
247 · Jun 29
I thought over
Maria Jun 29
There was so much I wanted to say to you,
But I didn’t make it.
Like a beast at bay I was in a hurry
And eager to thataway.
I thought: “I’ll achieve my goals and dreams
That I need and then
Everything will go and run, and fly,
In a right way.”

It seemed to me that my story
Will surely happen.
And I exchanged myself recklessly
For nothing important at all.
I never imagined that my life
Would be depopulated,
And what’s left of it will turn into
A paper ******* in whole.

I’ve got to gather it all by any means, really.
I must have foolishly outdone my fate all over.
And you… Sorry, I will be honest with you, my dear:
There was so much to say to you, but I thought over.
Unfortunately, we are very often wrong, misguided and on the wrong track in our life... Thank you very much for reading!🙏💖
Maria Jan 14
You and I in the Universe and no one around.
Like my life has completed the circle right now.
There were people, so many of them, but now no one.
And I want to change nothing at all for no one.

I don’t want to hand back that unwanted and useless run.
To someone, for something, for some reason, for or against anyone.
I didn’t know goal, I didn't feel meaning, I didn’t see end,
But rushed and teared to pieces without any bend.

I didn’t see light, didn’t hear the truth at all.
And I realized that my measly life not to all.
But I was like a demented and crazy crack.
Rushing in there, I said the whole time: “No one step back!”

I’ve paused my life or maybe I’ve stopped.
And in that hysterics I’ve almost overshot.

You and I in the Universe – let it be so.
Hold my hand. I’m blind and in the gloom in whole.
But I’m alive! Look, I’m breathing by chest.
I’m not in a hurry now. I just want to rest.
Maria Jan 16
I’m hearing your whisper in my eyes.
Afraid of frighten off, and touching lightly.
My eyes are closed, my lips are thrilled.
And I’m immersing in your whisper irrevocably.

I am immersing in your breath in full.
It’s covering my skin so temptingly and softly
How painful is the waiting, dumb in full.
I’m destroying me in it full-on and clumsy.

I’m feeling how my body’s softening.
My feet become just like a cotton.
My mind is silent. And it doesn’t care.
I’m walking all alone whence no return.

I am immersing in you, I’m almost dying
You are so glamorous and you’re mine…
I am immersing, I’m confessing standing here,
And I don’t care what will happen in a while.
One more poem is about love again...
228 · Jan 9
We are not to blame
Maria Jan 9
You’re scratching at my door,
So carefully and humbly.
Come in... You're so shy...
Don't be suprised. Go to.

You see, my door is opened now
And I’m not expecting guests at all.
In contrast to no one will enter here,
No one will cross the sill of all.

My home today is calm and empty.
It doesn’t scare me at all.
I am so tired of eyeless follies,
Of thoughtless cavil, eating up the whole.

Come in.
It’s clean and warm here.
It smells of labdanum and mint.
I’ll give you tea.
And now you’re here,
And we’re not to blame,
Nor you or me…
223 · Jan 10
I split in half
Maria Jan 10
I split in half
And lost one half
I couldn’t find it anywhere
Inspite of painful search across.
I stayed without it forever.

And I walked half
With limps throughout.
I didn’t give in and walked up.
I looked for my half, stayed for and hoped.
I didn’t give up, spite all hard.

And time went by,
My faith was weaken.
But I got stronger and sure all.
I let it go and I stopped waiting.
No search, no hope, nothing at all.

And I am walking
Half and half,
Walking alone with no one near.
But now I know how live in half,
With splitted fate there and here.
This poem is somewhat of my personal story.
222 · Jan 23
My old life
Maria Jan 23
I’ve stepped again into my old life.
I know it’s nohow and nowhere.
I lived there, yeah, I was there long.
But I don’t pick out it, however.

I keep in mind my love to you.
I lost myself, chucked wildly and fouly.
My life was ruined and I was nowhere.
I swapped myself for you blindly.

I was cheerful for you and gloomy,
Freaky and as a gold itself.
If you wanted, I could be a dummy.
But I’ve never been just myself.

I always was near, but you didn’t sight of.
I left one day, but you returned.
And I’m here again. Again it’s all here!
And what is needless is simply crossed.

I’m like a kitten, blind and lost,
I’m crawling out at sounds or light.
I’ll hide in this life for now perharps
As if I’m not here for quite.
222 · Jan 19
I'm alone
Maria Jan 19
I’m walking down the street alone.
My glance is listless into vacancy.
My heart is now a granite stone.
Nothing can hurt it more. It’s blessy.

I’m walking freely and no-fault.
I am alone and I’m forgiven.
For blind and reckless love for good,
For life devoid of mind and meaning.

I’m moving forward and don’t care
That nothing is in front and rear.
Only a silent emptiness is inside
No whisper and no groan… All died…

I’m walking quetly and slow.
I have no faith, no hope, no love.
My love is tired, weakened whole.
It moved away from here. No half.
221 · Jan 24
It's sad
Maria Jan 24
Sometimes it can be peculiarly sad.
You know?
When there’s heavy greyness outside.
It’s empty in whole.

I want much light, but there’s *******.
You see?
Such weather becomes boring to everyone.
It’s nastily.

We’d need to suffer, to repent for long.
You know?
We’ve done too much raw missteps.
No right things at all.

I don’t know how all this will turn out.
You see?
I hope we haven’t displeased the fate too much,
Nor you or me.
Maria Jan 6
I’m left without you…
It’s not terrifying. Not at all!
My door is closed, lights are off.
My head is delirious on top of all.

I’m left without you…
It’s not queer. Come on!
Our love is farce. It’s long been known.
We must stop playing it. It’s gone.

I’m left without you…
It’s not hard. I got this!
And I won’t break! Don’t think about it.
Wanna check? Stay out of my way, please.

I’m left without you…
It’s not good. It’s empty.
I must pay for mistake.
There’s a pain clot inside me
This all is mine! It’s my plenty!
219 · Jan 29
Unwanted
Maria Jan 29
You came to me again,
Quite suddenly and unwanted,
Into my humdrum life,
So chaotic and disheveled.

You tried to tell a lot.
You hurried up, your thoughts were scaped.
You told a lot and sputter
But even so you weren’t lightweigt.

You stood firmly at the window.
You believed in your own myth.
Your fingers nervously tugged the curtains.
I prayed “Go away”, but you didn’t leave.

The sunlight stroked the top of your head.
And you told and told… I knew it was lie.
You looked at me ******* up your eyes
As if I was your longed-for pie.

I was silent. I didn’t break in.
You told, no look somebody else.
I was in pain and I picked out
That you loved not me but only yourself.
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