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Maria Jun 5
I miss you sadly and so much!
And even if I just don’t know you,
Or maybe I won’t nay find you
And in no case and never lose you.

I miss the words. I miss so much
The words, that never will be spoken,
The dreams, that knotted not on me.
They’ll be fulfilled not us, but someone.

I miss the hands. I miss so much!
They would be able to hug sweetly.
I miss the hair, careless a bit,
And lips… Yes, lips! I miss them really!

I miss their touching, hot and sultry,
Which can just never been delivered.
But even as I never know you,
I’ll love you truly with a quiver.
Again about love...
Thank you for reading! 💖
Maria Jan 27
I’m kissing your silence!
It’s so true and unfailed.
It is my escapement
Of not being shamed.

I’m kissing your voice!
For me it’s the world!
And when I depart,
Let it to moan.

I’m kissing you whole,
All wrinkles, all moles.
You are my safe refuge,
No doubts, no faults.
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!
Maria Jan 18
I’m painting my love in autumn colors.
I’m painting the flame of leaves underfoot,
The greyish sky, rainy and foggy.
The crying love is a natural mood.

Boarded benches are in the park
Under the shade of naked trees.
And fog is ahead, lots of fog.
My love is hidden in it indeed.

Behind the fog my love is flowing
Inexorably, irrevocably like a water.
It’s running off to nowhere away,
Without a trace forever in autumn.
Maria Jan 15
I can’t look up from you! No way!
I dig into you like a hungry beast!
I’m so little! **** little of you!
I breath in you and touch your lips!

I want to melt into your eyes,
Retain forever your heatbeat!
I really need you! Need you much!
As air to breath! As light to see!

I’m ready to run to you wherever you are!
I’m ready to crawl to you! Just call!
If you want I will be your shadow
Or I’ll wait on your side.
Don’t care at all!
This poem is about passionate love, which can destroy if it stays unfulfilled.
Maria Mar 21
I'm so tired, Mum,
Of tackling a lot all the while,
Of hiding my nerves into a ring-mail,
Of running away all the time.

I'm so tired, Mum!
There're so much lies around!
It's so scary, I'm starting to feel
That I'm falling down.

I'm so tired, Mum!
It's so unfair! I can't even weep.
Fluff my pillow like for a kid, Mum.
I deathly want to sleep.
Maria Apr 12
It’s stuffily. The heat’s compressing my temples.
There’s no place to go. Summer’s in power.
I can’t sleep at all. Insomnia’s hurting my eyes.
It’s like I won’t sleep until the early hours.

All windows are opened, but there’s no breeze.
Oh, how long this night is dragging on!
I remember you said “Bye” to me someday
And just went off somewhere, not cared on…

It’s stuffily. It’s sleepless. I want to drink.
My eyes are like two all-fired huge *****.
You thought I’d be crying and begging in tears.
And I’m so tired of you and your rancors…
This poem is autobiographical in many ways.
Thank you very much for reading this poem! 💖
Maria May 27
I’m tired of being your shadow.
Wherever you are, I’m near.
I live at your dictation.
I’m chained by your sight here.

I used to live in silence.
To love, to suffer and no words at all.
If it hurts me, I bear without squirming.
If you only knew, how I want to bawl.

I’ve learned to be not certain,
Unheard, unnoted, noneself.
You see, I can be your shadow.
But I’m tired! I want to be myself!
Thank you for reading this poem! 🙏💖
Maria Mar 11
I remember your hands.
They are strong and gentle!
I remember your eyes.
They're incredibly deep!
I remember your lips.
They're so mint and sinner!
I remember your voice.
It's the passion indeed!

I remember all:
As I was without you,
Alone as a pup,
Thrown into a ditch.
Weltered in life,
Ruined disgusting.
I was forgotten,
Dusted and *******.

I remember you.
You looked afar,
Past me at all,
As if an unknown.
You were so scared.
You chickened out,
You disappeared.
I'm now a stone.
It is very important to look back on your past life once in a while. It helps you to appreciate the present. Thank you for reading. 💖
Maria Jan 28
I run away from myself.
I don’t know where.
Maybe where no one can find me,
never.
Maybe where I can be myself
as such.
Where it doesn’t matter whether I’m genius
or nothing much.

I run away from myself.
And I don’t hide.
Even though no one will think of me,
if I’m not specified.
Even though no one will regret
or sadden.
I’m like a ship: it’s sailed
and totally forgotten.

I run away from myself.
Don’t follow me. No need to!
I really doubt that my future
truly suits you.
Stay here as if you didn’t know me
at all.
I’m like a ticket: it’s simply to lose me
in whole.
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. 🙏💖
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.
Maria 7d
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 🙏
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 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 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.
Maria May 6
I want to say "Morning" to you every day,
When I wake up sweetly at first light,
To drink coffee with you under lilac
On the open terrace, laughing on sight.

I want to plunge into my thought darkness
And get only major of them therefrom.
They mantle my day, and it'll be cleaner.
And happiness will be my master for all.

I want to throw out all foul thoughts
About my fierce fortune in whole.
I want to revive, to cheer up, to uncover
And get off meek beggings forever at all.

I want to stop making the Deity from pain.
But I've got nothing work out at full.
And I continue to kowtow to my pain,
Begging for save as the latest fool.
I'm so tired of pain. And there's so much pain around and inside me. Sometimes I really think that it's the Deity and I should worship it to save. I try to stop it...
Thank you very much for reading it! 💖
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 Apr 5
I want to breathe in the field,
Where the wind is warm,
And drink the air deeply.
It’ll be so awesome!

I want to lie in the grass,
Give up to the sun bliss,
And fall subtly asleep
In the shade of trees like in a kiss.

I want to inbreathe more deeply
The honey odour of flowers.
I want to hug the air
And be in there for hours.

I want to make it true!
I need it for being alive!
I'll hug the air! I’ll kiss the sun
And maybe I will revive!
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 6
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 Jun 1
All songs are sad, the poems aren’t better.
Maybe I should remake them all?
Re-write, re-concoct, re-live, re-slobbered!
Maybe they should be re-baked in whole?

So that instead of the night there’s the sun!
And in place of the blizzard there’s summer.
And no sadness! Out with the blues!
No more tears! No ill lucks and dramas!

And what about love? We’ll keep it on!
But let’s go and change my loving colors!
Instead of the rain and sleepless nights,
We’d paint white camomiles and flashy covers.

The wind would always be tail-on,
And love would live into old life.
Cinnamon, almond, vanilla aromas…
Am I right? Is that the smell of happy life?

I’ll write such “love story”, where they both
Love each other and were both faithful.
The sun shines brightly, birds sing clearly,
And they both live till their death in full.

I’ll finish writing this loving poem
And put it on the back shelf grandly.
I can be inaccurate, but I don’t like it.
And in my poems I won’t lie fully!

All songs are sad, the poems aren’t better.
I won’t remake them all in no way.
I love and I write my fanciful life!
And I will do it further alway!
I often hear questions like these: "Why do you write sad poems? Why is love in your poems nearly always with a touch of sadness? Can you write something cheerful?" This poem is my answer for all this and future questions. Sorry for it's so long and multiword. )
Thank you very much for reading it to the very end! 💖💖💖
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!💖
Maria Jun 11
Let’s dance in our half-light room,
To our melody, you and me.
I have no evening dress and you also haven’t .
But I just ask you, dance with me.

You are so shy right now. It’s so sweet.
Come to me closer.I’m trembling whole.
Take my hand, and come nearer.
I’ll smile and won't say any words at all.

We’ll be circling at the edge of the Universe
In our room, where half-light is.
We’ll be silent just to dissolved
In our love. Two hearts’re in time with.

I'm gently placing my hands on your shoulders.
They are so dear, my own ones!
Let us dance. It's our evening,
Our dance under stars at our love.
They are in a half-light room, they are only two and their love...

Thank you for reading this romantic poem! 💖
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...
Maria Apr 10
They hurt their Love, and she forgave them,
All their fears and their whim.
And threw herself as onto a scaffold
To save them both, and not her or him.

They didn't take care of Love, but could be
More merciful, tender and kind to her.
She gave them happiness and so much charity
Up to the last day, while they were with her.

They killed their Love so bitter and wildly!
They ribbed their Love. They burnt her all,
With all their wishes, dreams and chances,
With their faith in Love in whole!

They forgot their Love. They simply buried
Their tender Love. And she went away,
Without 'Goodbye', remained as a shadow,
Irretrievable, lost, forever, noway...
Thank you very much for reading this ballad! 💖
Maria Jan 22
I’m gonna lie on your shoulder.
I’m so calm on it.
I don’t feel pain of my body.
I’m so peaceful indeed.

I’m gonna nuzzle into
The bush of your hair in whole.
I’ll smell the almond flavor
And that’s all I need at all.

I’m gonna hug me by your hands.
And lose in embrace! Don’t speak!
Don’t remove your hands! I please you!
They are my love coverlid.
Maria 2h
Love for me is a gift,
Heaven bestowed.
It’s a rushing waterfall,
The amazing desired award.

Love for me is happiness,
Which is forever appeased.
And if you get it suddenly,
Please, don’t ever miss it.

Love for me is an evening,
Where candles are burning and nobody…
You’re gently stroking my hand and whispering
Something solely for me.

Love for me is the world,
Where’re both of us - me and you!
My photo is in your phone screen.
My darling, how I love you!
This poem is about real tender love! Thank you for reading it!💖
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! 💖
Maria Mar 31
You asked me: "May be it's love?"
I didn't know, what to say.
If it's dark without you every time.
So I can't even see myself anyway.

If wine is water without you!
If the air around is more bitter than poison!
If I'm not me without you!
Every day less of you I feel like an old some.

Every my step is a step into hollow.
No forward or backward, into an abyss.
I'm empty, I'm nobody without you!
And every my next step will be amiss!

‘May be it's love?’ - you asked me again.
I realize that I'm lost at all.
I don't breathe, I don't live without you,
And the Universe is tiny for me in whole!
I really want to introduce you one more my poem about love. I like to write about love. Although it is probably more correct to say that I love to live by love, with love, inside and around me.
Thank you for reading! 💖
Maria May 2
It’s morning. I woke up. It’s hatefully grey.
I’d close my eyes and go back to sleep.
Thoughts wander around me like chimeras
And weave their nets from all sides of me.

I think I’ll make one of them just a reality:
I’ll make some coffee, there’s no other way.
The day won’t work out without coffee.
And there’ll be a mess in my head anyway.

I’m up. What a nebulous nasty morning.
It shamelessly drives me crazy at all.
And why did I suddenly feel wholly
That I know all about myself?
What a fool?

What a phenomenal wacky silliness!
What a criminal irrational nonsense!
I thought that tomorrow is really fatal
As it was in the same way for years.

And what is in point of fact?
Where’s tomorrow?
All colors around me are totally dim.
I try to find my previous strong energy,
But only monotony is all-around me.

It was so simple yesterday, but now it’s ugly.
My coffee’s sneezing. It’s got a cold.
Well, I’ll go to live just like that, don’t look behind.
And I will live as long as I can, with no support.
Thank you very much for reading it! 💖
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.
Maria Apr 13
My heartlet is crying, crying.
It means it’s hurt of lying.
It means it’s been stepped on again.
Its faith has been killed disdain.

And again it’s like an abandoned whelp
In a field of unmown grass with no help,
Is looking for path and crying, crying.
It means it’s in lots of pain. It’s dying.
Thank you for reading my poem!💖
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! 🙏
Maria Mar 22
I'm getting used to being alone again,
To noiseless evenings, torturing by coolness,
To sickening evenings with their twinkle stars,
Which harshly tear my soul by stuffy stillness.

I'm getting used to being alone again,
Alone with Chopin in all the evenings long.
I fall upon my pillow and shut off,
And in the morning my alarm's 'ding-****'

Well now, hello, my dear, and come in.
Where've you got lost, my sweet and precious friend?
We'll wade through whole life with you, my loneliness,
From this time forth up even to the end.
Loneliness is a very interesting state. I would even say that at times it is very valuable, despite the stuffiness and hopelessness. I appreciate it. Maybe that's why it visits me from time to time. And it is in this state that I can be with myself and myself.
Thank you very much for reading! 💖
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.
Maria Feb 17
I saw you off that day. I exiled you!
You came back to me the very same as a pigeon.
You flew through the opened door deliberately
And wisely as if it should be so. You were sure in.

I packed you off that day. I removed you.
You returned to me like you didn’t even notice.
You closed the door behind, looked steadily
And smiled as if you were looking at an Indian lotus.

I forbade you to suffer privations with me that day.
You as though didn’t get it and stopped at the same thing.
You made fresh tea and stayed by my side that day
And began to make silly jokes to set me kookily laughing.

I don’t let you go! I’ll keep you close to me everywhere.
I’m stuck to you! I’m trapped inside you in whole!
If you didn’t go that day, then stay evermore, for all time.
I love you much! I need none other in my life at all.
Maria Jul 1
Hello, whom I'll never meet,
Never hear, never forget,
Never loose and never find,
Never spot and never mind.

Hello, who'll turn up in my dreams,
Who'll never let me to taste the pain,
Who'll never betray and never lie,
Who'll never depart without goodbye.

I take leave of you, my unknown one,
My unsearchable and remarked for none,
My unnamed and mythic for last,
But so endlessly and sweetly loved.
Thank you for reading this poem! 💖
Maria Jan 7
Never, never look back!
All that happened to you is gone.
There’s no need to crucify yourself.
This all is forever gone.

Never try to return it all
That you somehow missed back then.
If it passed you suddenly by,
It’s not yours! Let it go away!

Never regret your past!
It is forever with you!
Bad or good it’s solely yours!
It’s only your skill! Your true!

You now look around!
Look at all nearby.
These’re the ones who believe in you!
This’s what you need the while!

Save yourself for those
Who’s faithful to you in soul.
It’s your great gift! The gift from heaven!
Appreciate them! They’re here in whole!
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! 🙏💖
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! 🙏💖
Maria Mar 3
Hopelessness and desperation.
No place for me. I can't be found.
Just only doom and destination.
I'm like a ****** bride with no sound.

May be I spoiled, I don't conceal.
I sinned, repented and forgave.
And didn't live with mute appeal.
I'm not a saint, but not a knave.

I am like others: grudges, dances,
Triumph and errors, fear of all.
I am like others: love with candles
And then dark loneliness in whole

But only time made fun of me.
And didn't give a second chance.
All things I've done through daft stupidity,
I can't undo. Just in no stance.
Maria Jan 12
You bring me back into love.
Wherefore?
I’ve been their long and hard.
I don’t want anymore.

It’s not working out at all.
We don’t grow together.
I want to obey her, I try,
But I can no ever.

I try to resist like mad,
But it’s a dead end.
I argue with her full-time.
I guess I’m negligent.

I’m looking for bogus truth
All the time.
I recognize it’s inanely,
But it’s not crime!

I thing I’ll leave here for long,
On the shore.
I’ll make a fire. I’ll be here to stay.
And no more.
Sometimes I think that love is the real art. And far from everybody is able to master it. Love is the greatest wonder and the greatest danger at the same time. But each one needs it to be alive.
Maria Mar 13
One minute to say “Goodbye”.
No words and no need to think of,
No grief of grudges and no regrets.
It’s the last minute of our love.

Your cold look and measured breathing,
Your silence and breathing ‘in out’ in tune.
Could you and I imagined, my dear,
That we’d end up like this as soon?

The minute is dreadfully long.
It’s like the time completely stops.
We can soothe the heart, freeze the soul,
But we can’t get pardon from love. No hopes.
This is one more story from my past, the story of my pain, my strength,  my great love. Thank you for reading it!
Maria Jan 21
I feel like I’m being hugged by sadness.
My heart aches inside out. I’m kind of cold.
Over and over I am not sleeping …
The dawn is knocking hardly by its maul.

The dawn is ruthless to me now.
He’s tearing into my windows whole,
Unceremoniously, coolly claiming
That he’s the boss! He owns to all!

And I’d have to obey. What am I?
It’s not the first dawn and broken night.
And I’ve already realized that
I’m alone and it’s my unique right.

My sadness is holding my hand tightly.
She’s poor and orphaned at all.
I think I’ll stay with her for a short time
While I get stale here for all.
Maria Feb 10
I blend in with the crowd
Of those, who’s kin to me.
Who’s tattered, needless and empty,
Extinguished and bowed as shouldn’t be.

I blend in with the crowd
Of Others, who’s no place,
Of Others, who’ve lost all faith and nerves,
But all the still saved their face.

Of Others, who’ve had a rough lesson
From life and those in flock,
Of Others, who’re walled-up to the limit,
Whose souls are under the barn lock.
Maria Mar 18
It’s night, freezing much outside.
You’re talking about Paris…
Let me, please, sit closer to you
And I’ll move nearer to Paris.

You’re talking about Montmartre
And lo I am there by now.
I hear from all sides: “Oh, belle mademoiselle!”
I’m blushing as under the crown.

“Je suis fasciné par vous!” “Oh, merci!”
“Quelle beauté!” My feet are going numb.
“Asseyer-vous, s'il vous plait. Je veux peindre de vous!”
I can’t say no, and I sit down.

'Je marche sur Montmartre…'
And though I only dream it,
Beautiful Paris, that I see in your eyes,
Is enough for me to fall in love with it.
A few days ago, I met an old friend who had just returned from Paris. We talked all night. He was speaking, and I was listening with my eyes wide open! I decided to capture this moment of my life in this poem.
Thank you very much for reading! 💖
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
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.
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