Warm whisper,
Distant glow.
Cold breeze,
Frozen hush.

Sharp glare,
Fiery mirror.
Gentle glance,
Cold water.

Cosmic reactions,
Burning inside.
Limpidly reflecting,
True nature.

Dead inside,
Not soulless.
Stealing the light,
Shining outside.

A blink of the eye
Flash of light, the thunder strikes
Rain and calm ripples

Moon is silent,
The air’s humming
Around my ear.
Speaking straight
To the head,
The sky is crystal clear.

Mist in the grass.
Silence as every drop falls,
Moon's calm gaze,
A true beauty - my heart calls.

Seeking more
With my breath on hold.
More warmth and calmness,
A bond unknown but too bold.

Not fast,
This moment must pass slow.
For me to cherish this scene,
Making each moment glow.

A black floss rolled out,
Fading the milky light.
I walked away,
Admiring the last sight.

The grey sand sparkles
My eyes too - but with anger
And abandonment

Hanging lights above
A backdrop of navy sky
Lights in the darkness

Pulse in the water
Almost solid yet shifting
Offers gentle peace

Creating ripples
Serenity all around
When the last drop falls

The surroundings's drenched
Fallen leaves and trees shiver
And the last drop falls

50 ways to wreck, get in line
Need to grow, have to push
Flicking through vinyl and feeding the rush
Kovacs

let's decenter love
crush it and mix it with pepper
let's put it in boxes and send them
to an uknown destination
let's caress our defeated hands
til they willingly remember
skin's magnetic charge, the magma of darkness

let's asphixiate the air till no longer tolerates words
excavate the emptiness, two fossils washed by rain our hearts
unbearable the silence hidden in the middle of teeth

let's not do impossible things like two acrobats of the invisible
certainties implode like stars' collapse into the ***** of space
your confetti smile, this brutal beauty of longing
let's stop counting days, stay resonant instead
we are a fleeting sorcery in a dyzzing endless pace

A poem
is when you have the sky in your mouth.
It is hot like fresh bread,
when you eat it,
a little is always left over.

A poem
is when you hear
the heartbeat of a stone,
when words beat their wings.
It is a song sung in a cage.

A poem
is words turned upside down
and suddenly!
the world is new.

by  Jean-Pierre Simeón from This is a Poem that Heals Fish, courtesy of Maria Popova

A familiar smell
Brewing from the orange sky.
A cup of tea.
Leaves start to dry.
Felt on me -
A breeze - so shy.

your eyes incite such an echo on my lips
it reverberates every time I hear the trees, it engulfs my hands
I  feel how your gaze caresses my hair
sometimes only poems keep me whole
the hidden parts play hide and seek with daylight
all the me that cannot be create holes between words
I wait for time to confess its indifference
the solitude of skin is inborn but
poetry is this incessant birth of an imaginary me