Maria Mitea

Maria Mitea Jun 15

…  my heart is made of birds
                      chirping …………   it’s about time,
for the raven to leave,

sunrise on cotton leaves …..
                               singing in the dew shower,
                                                        It’s about time
For the raven to leave,

…. a full forest singing just for me,
                                                     IT’ S ABOUT TIME
For the R-A-V-E-N to leave

#allen #poe #raven

Maria Mitea Jun 13

I'm not tired

Tomorrow,
I’ll sing again like birds sing in the forest,

I will walk on waters, and whisper like the wind,

Like leaves, I’ll sway over a hundred years,

Again,
             I’ll smile you in a dream,

No,

No, I'm not tired,

We don’t have to change the concept of love,

I can wait,

                   I can still live,

Wars made us understand what peace is,
And that the rain saddens us but does not **** us,

You’ll come, soon,
                                one day,

Even if it will be a little bit late,

I know we’ll fly as when little,

                                  We’ll run again in the grass,
Again,
               Tomorrow

Jun 13

Thomas W Case

Life, the Movie

We talk about the
past like it's a
movie we
watched together.
You liked the
cinematography.
I didn't care for the
cruelty of the
protagonist.

We disagree on the
theme, and every
scene holds different
aspects of
symbolism for us.
I'm not sure I want
there to be a sequel,
despite the good
acting.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn9IAYo0wZE
Here is a link to my YouTube channel, where I read poetry from my latest book, Sleep Always Calls. It's available on Amazon. My two other books are also available. Seedy Town Blues and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse.

#wwwthomaswcasecom

Jun 13

Thomas W Case

What's Next?

On the backs of
flies
we wait for the
next thing.
Something is
always coming.
A birth or death,
food or hunger
hatred
laughter
love...

Something is always
coming around the
corner.
The Mad Hatter with
mushroom tea.
A strange color of
blue that tastes like
almonds.
A ****** that sparkles
in the night.

Listless mornings
of languid
walks with the
wife in the cool
of the evening.

A knife in the back,
a shark attack,
or maybe, just
possibly, you write
a poem about
waiting for the
next thing.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tpMDoNXg_U
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry to promote my books, Seedy Town Blues, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and my latest, Sleep Always Calls. They are available on Amazon.

#wwwthomaswcasecom

Jun 11

Carlo C Gomez

Luna Fragaria

~
Enter the lair

Of a cloudless grenadine

Misty branches of sun

On the outer marker

And in their place

A strawberry moon
~

#strawberry #moon #night #color #hue #nature #creation

Jun 11

ymmiJ

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they die
you don't
that's pain