Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
DamjanaPoems
Heavenly dogs scattered my gaze The game lasted long enough To throw the last flame into my pupils I sewed myself to a sleeve I left the house The one with walls made of silence And a threshold that remembers dead steps Until the hearth caught a cold Sometimes things rush through my skull A thought or two ends up there as well I transformed my spine into a sickle To cut my own shadows The poet's burden is light for paper Heavy for people with only one heart Teeth must be strong enough To chew through certain words The same ones know how to break them Teret pjesnika Nebeska paščad mi rasuše pogled Igra je trajala dovoljno dugo Da mi u zjenice baci poslednji plamen Sebe sam zašila za rukav Kuću ostavila Onu sa zidovima od tišine I pragom što pamti mrtve korake Sve dok se ognjište nije prehladilo Katkad mi štošta projuri kroz lobanju Bude tu i poneka misao Kičmu sam prebrazila u srp Da siječem sopstvene sjene Teret pjesnika je lagan za hartiju Težak za ljude sa jednim srcem Zubi moraju biti dovoljno jaki Da sažvaću neke riječi Iste ih znaju i slomiti
0
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 4:21 AM UTC
The Poet's Burden
Heavenly dogs scattered my gaze The game lasted long enough To throw the last flame into my pupils I sewed myself to a sleeve I left the house The one with walls made of silence And a threshold that remembers dead steps Until the hearth caught a cold Sometimes things rush through my skull A thought or two ends up there as well I transformed my spine into a sickle To cut my own shadows The poet's burden is light for paper Heavy for people with only one heart Teeth must be strong enough To chew through certain words The same ones know how to break them Teret pjesnika Nebeska paščad mi rasuše pogled Igra je trajala dovoljno dugo Da mi u zjenice baci poslednji plamen Sebe sam zašila za rukav Kuću ostavila Onu sa zidovima od tišine I pragom što pamti mrtve korake Sve dok se ognjište nije prehladilo Katkad mi štošta projuri kroz lobanju Bude tu i poneka misao Kičmu sam prebrazila u srp Da siječem sopstvene sjene Teret pjesnika je lagan za hartiju Težak za ljude sa jednim srcem Zubi moraju biti dovoljno jaki Da sažvaću neke riječi Iste ih znaju i slomiti
#poetry#poets#psychology#writing#reading
Damjana
Written by
Damjana
20/F/Republic of Srpska
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 4:21 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem