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The war is over
Bodies lie dead
Vultures hover
Soulless, naked

The sun is a little too bare to handle
For there is shame everywhere
And though the moon holds the candle
Nights just don’t care

Not a soul is in pain
For there is pain nowhere
How on earth could there be a pain!
When there isn't a soul anywhere!!

Where are all the souls?
The corpses stare at the heavens high above 
As they lie in their holes,
Their souls look for new bodies destined to love.
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Norbert Tasev Jan 28
He starts, starts every day, and the man is unable to wipe the rush from his face. Between two rushes, they have a finite judgment in mortal times. A prudent citizen clings to tomorrow's momentum in the swinging stream of tomorrow. And though you know it will lose forever - you can still pay attention to the solid throne of the dawn.

The happier life with a bread-scent cannot be the unfortunate, stumbling-stumbling shipwreck. Prisoners of warfare stands for watching a hunger at night…

In cool, snow-white robes, they are in succession from the memorials of unworthy past and good friends. The handshakes that can be obtained as a win-win gift also made each other a *******-alleged promises, thread, and light-blooded vows.

Darkness on the syrup puddles of everyone is welcomed by betrayal. It would be good to open the onion peel as a wise man to declare and grow more liberated. The reverse embodiment of Marcona's wax puppets constantly testify and remind me of shameful conscience.

There is an anxious hope under the bush hands or pearl nails. Often, they are desperate for yesterday, and they crave for time. There are no more prodigal refuge in the reality of objects. Most witnesses are cowardly, while judges stare either with a dead deafness or persistent, unstoppable indifference to the outside world.

The tabloid and social media are full of root-nasty calculating glances and unnecessary shapes. Whose solid and faithful friendship could have been disappointed in every bush when they go for the recesses of celebrities in the face of won!
Ma'ya Jan 27
I like my poems flawed,
I like my poems human.
My poems are me.
Jack Jan 27
Freshly sparkling snow,

Wish it wasn't so much of a glow,

Maybe it wouldn't have me so low,

Oh, these snowy meadows!

The fields not a match for her lovely face.

No.. They were never a match against her.

Perhaps, these meadows need to be scrapped.

To turn barren, and forgetful.

To resemble a vast nothingness.

Only then, might peace warp over me.

Only then, can I become sane again.

But until then,

I MISS YOU SO MUCH.
Nancy Maine Jan 27
In a study of sonder, I found your words,
Like whispered secrets from unseen birds.
They fluttered through the air, soft as a sigh,
Inviting my mind to wander, to fly.
Each line a current, deep and profound,
Pulling me gently to places unbound.
With every stanza, the world expands,
A mosaic of hearts, of dreams in your hands.
I'm moved by the echoes you weave through the night,
By the subtle shadows, the tender light.
In your verses, I see the truths we all share,
The hidden connections, the souls laid bare.
Your words are a map to lands yet unknown,
Where thoughts and emotions can finally be sown.
I follow them, guided by each careful thread,
A journey where silence is also said.
In a study of sonder, I found my own voice,
Awakened by yours, I made the choice…
To write, to dream, to seek and to find,
A poem of my own, now forever entwined.
Inspired by the work of Geof Spavins
Ankur Jan 27
If there is pain in love, I'm ready to feel that pain.
I'm ready to heal you in your long and hectic days.

Whenever you feel frustrated or have a graceful day, I just want to be right next to you in your every phase.

I'll wait till you fly, until I die
redberry Jan 27
I don't want just anyone
Anybody's touch
I want yours
and yours only

Even when you're not in my life
yet
I still just want yours
and yours only

Perhaps that's why I wait
And wait
but I never know when to stop waiting

And so I wait for anybody's touch
Maria Etre Jan 27
Does maturity
dress itself
just to fit in
while your
raw
spirit
undresses it
every
single
time?
Joyeuse fête de la Saint-Valentin, chers amis
C’est le jour où il faut prendre soin les uns des autres
Et où il faut se donner la main
L’amitié compte, l’amour compte
La famille compte, le savoir vivre compte
Les fleurs comptent aussi, frères et sœurs
Ne soyez pas trop en colère
Parce que le ciel n’est pas bleu
Profitons de la rosée du matin
Ne soyez pas trop tristes
Profitons du temps froid et ensoleillé
Il y a de la neige ici et là, mais au coin de la rue
C’est le printemps avec de l’air frais et un bouquet de fleurs
L’amitié compte, l’amour compte
Il y a des étincelles de feu d’amour dans l’air
Profitons de la saison de l’amour, de la paix et des soins
C’est le moment de marcher joyeusement main dans la main
Ensemble nous nous promènerons, ensemble nous nous lèverons.

P.S. Traduction de «  Joyous St. Valentine’s Day » par Hébert Logerie.
Ce poème est dédié à tous les amoureux du monde.
Copyright © Janvier 2025, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l’auteur de plusieurs recueils de poèmes.
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