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Maria Mitea Nov 15
In the winter i'll come
I'll come to you in the winter -
                                            In the winter I'll come,
Like a flake, i'll fall in your palms,

In the winter i'll come,
Galloping on the white wind, in my hair, to hold you,
                                    With the horizon waving,

Don't go, don't go,
I will come, don't forget me,
I am lost among strangers,
                            I'll come, wait for me -
Like a tear, i'll drop from the sky
                    to kiss your warm cheeks,

Whisper to me again - eternity,
                                      I'll come, wait for me,
In the winter, i'll fall,
                    Like a flake, i will fall in your palms
I'll melt
irinia May 2023
when I close my eyes
I can see the trees breathing
when my thoughts have the rythm
of a gentle rain I can feel the
terrible pain of the sun trapped in its orb
the indifference of the coffe machines
how there are still dreams in retirement plans
the pulse of life rhyming with death
just see the world population clock,
the pollyanna sindrome, if necessary
oh, this whisper in the essence of void:
what a bliss to be round around
the prismatic love that warps the edges
of time deeper and deeper
into its hidden curves of wonder
irinia Jan 2023
we are left here
enchanted but unable
so disabled to
recognize
the wormholes
this paradox
is it the most misterious
they don't say
but
the moment
I become
words
I die in all letters
at once
I dissapear from
the impossibility
of prethought
curved into a field of longing
most inner of language
so the moment
my words enrage you
bemuse you
or make you wanna run
I am alive again
in your coffe
or in a jacaranda
far away

life is a beautiful mess
everybody is afraid
to say
wholeness an antiword,
they don't mind,
the mastery
of a waking U
so poetry
is reality
in a language
we don't understand

what becomes of me
we will see
irinia Jan 2021
Every year
the lilies
are so perfect
I can hardly believe

their lapped light crowding
the black,
mid-summer ponds.
Nobody could count all of them -

the muskrats swimming
among the pads and the grasses
can reach out
their muscular arms and touch

only so many, they are that
rife and wild.
But what in this world
is perfect?

I bend closer and see
how this one is clearly lopsided -
and that one wears an orange blight -
and this one is a glossy cheek

half nibbled away -
and that one is a slumped purse
full of its own
unstoppable decay.

Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled -
to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking

into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing -
that the light is everything - that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and fading.  And I do.
Elisabetta Fato Apr 2020
Sometimes I just
think I should  
be the
flow,
not the
girl
lost into
it.
Xella Feb 2020
A door slammed in the night-
across the road from I
lived a man-
three children, and him.
Happy family or so to expect ordinary-
Shifa khan Sep 2019
Today something inside of me
wants me to just run
And do what my soul strives to do . ...
I wanted to stay in that touch for as long as my life permits ...
One flow of current strikes me all koncked down ...
I feel my life is eased and handled when his arms are around ...
I lose myself with him...
Nothing moves same..
I do things I never did ..
I go with a flow which u take me in...
I used to have peaceful heart ...
Now I see my heart breath shearling...
U destroyed my peace
U took the one element away from me ..
The element of fear ...
The fear of falling ..
The scare of losing ...
Cant resist the whole of you ....
You make be vulnerable ...
For once I step off of the warrior uniform to wear my princess crown ....
I love when u come close to me
just to wishper some words like a beautiful song....
My thoughts may have gone very far...
But u and I we are still here ....
Deciding which road do we chose ..
the one with the thorns or the one with the stamped grass .....
Let the silence live....
Merinda Sep 2019
Old phone call
Ringing in the nightfall
Never stop from winter to fall
The noise's forcing us all
To keep quiet and stay in the hall
Pedro Batista Jun 2017
My eyes feel heavy and weak
Headaches fill my daily physique
Uncertain of what the cause, I try to sleep
But all my life sleeping has never been sleek

I imagine myself in world's, my fantasies
Stories of great honor and mystery
Fables contained in my head
Waiting to finally be read

But I'm too lazy to get the pen
And write all this from inside my head
I can feel this world's within me
But I can't expel them so easily

Maybe it's fear that keeps them inside
Retained forever in a state of mind
Fear of defeat and failure
It would take a toll on the self esteem of a savior

But maybe one day I will be able to comply
Make a pact with this dreaded state of mind
Tell the world about all my Fables
And maybe someone will be able to savor them
i'm terrible with titles :x
One day a girl came across a box,
With secrets she could not unlock,
Which now sits in the perfect spot,
Its not too big, but neither small enough,
So what can it be inside this box ?

Patricia had too much curiosity,
She looks with much generosity,
She was told not to open it up,
All she can do is,
To admire this tiny box.

Do you think it’s a simple  box ?
One who can have a red fox,
Or just my ***** red socks,
She is still wondering what's inside that box.

In a box,
Are secrets  untold,
Some are new,
And some are old.

To reach inside ,
And read my mind,
The thoughts I've
Not yet left behind.

If material is what you seek,
Then, Honey this place is surely bleak,
Void of gold and shimmering jewels,
Filled only with words and books.

There lies your lonely box,
It has no doors  and no locks,
And on the walls, a million clocks,
Who torment you with ceaseless tocks.

Hidden in the depths of my soul,
Locked tightly with codes,
Break the seal and you will see,
How magic just one box can be.

And on her door I lightly knock,
And to her  I softly talk;
Honey,it’s time to open your box.

The moment is dazzling in the sky,
And that I won't decline,
The chance to be open,
The chance to be kind.

In words I can't find,
Nor I can describe,
While you still wonder what its inside,
Genuine thought strikes my mind ;
"Lets open it up"*

Stef Devid Alexandru ©

PS : For those who wonders,she really really liked the content of that box. ;)
I am very opened to any cricticism. I would like to hear of what might be wrong or any others grammar errors. I do encourage feedback of any kind.
Its not an excuse but english isn't my native language.
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