You are trying to shatter my dreams...
So I need to pick up the pieces...
No matter how small they are...
I can still make what my dream is...
I want to he happy...
And I will...
You can keep trying to shatter my dreams...
It does not matter...
The moment you tried to shatter them...
You stopped being a part of them...
You're not even a piece of it now...
Come to think of it...
You are not a dream...
You are a nightmare...

The universe is a big place...
It is said it is infinite and ever expanding...
Maybe my soul is a universe also...
It is always searching for new frontiers...
New feelings...
And like a spaceship...
My soul travels the galaxies of life...
In fact...
Everyone's soul is a universe...
Everyone's heart is a planet...
Everyone's mind is a constellation of memories, ideas and experiences...
Us poets are dreamers...
And one of my dreams is to write a poem for each of my memories...
That would be enough for a galaxy of poems...
There are many places to see...
And infinite memories to bring back...
Every time you visit a new place...
A little piece of your heart stays behind...
But your soul becomes richer with the memories you keep...
The best place to be?...
Any place where you are happy and at peace...
I hope,  my dear reader, you will find many places that will make you feel happy...
All those places will be happy to have you there...

I come from a far away civilization...
And I have travelled so far and for so long in space, I can't even remember the name of my own planet...
This voyage was supposed to be just an attempt to find out other worlds out there...
Earth was supposed to be just one of the planets on my long journey...
I never intended for my stop here to last more than a few days...
Especially because I discovered I could not properly breath in this atmosphere...
Until I met you...
Then my plans changed...
I don't want to leave earth...
I don't care what else is there in the universe...
All I care for in the universe is here...
And I also discovered I can breathe the air surrounding you...
Just a puff from the air around you can sustain me for days...
The same way the memories of his muse allow a poet to write for years to come...

I live on planet poetry...
A world where continents are replaced by words and dreams...
A planet where time and space don't exist...
A place where the sea is made out of sonnets...
And where the rain carries the sweet sound of verses...
A universe where the moon and the stars dance to the wind...
A galaxy where the sunrise is an ode to happiness...
And the sunset is a ray of hope...
For a better tomorrow...
Can't think of a better world...
A world where there is always hope...
It's worth  living in it...
It is easy to get inspired when breathing the atmosphere of the poetry planet...

I live in planet poetry...
A world where continents are replaced by words and dreams...
A planet where time and space don't exist...
A place where the sea is made out of sonnets...
And where the rain carries the sweet sound of verses...
A universe where the moon and the stars dance to the wind...
A galaxy where the sunrise is an ode to happiness...
And the sunset a ray of hope...
For a better tomorrow...
Can't think of a better world...
A world where there is always hope...
It's world living in...

To my hero
It is Father’s Day today...
And it was Mother’s Day a month ago...
And you are both to me...
For you have enough love for me to be a mother and a father…
You love me unconditionally...
You are, and will always be…
My best friend…
My mentor…
But overall…
You are my hero...
I worry when I see you sad...
And I laugh when you are happy...
I will always be there for you...
The way you have always been there for me...
Thanks for nurturing me, raising me and protecting me…
You are not alone...
Luckily... neither I am...

I am Trying to concentrate...
I want to write a poem for you...
But I am distracted by the sweetness  of your eyes...
For your Eyes are as beautiful as the moon...
And radiant as the sun...
Your eyes can light up and warm up any room...
Now you can understand why I am distracted describing your beautiful eyes....
If you close them I will try to write a poem..
Happy Sunday Princess...

The sun has not risen yet...
It is dark out there...
The stars are still blinking...
A waning moon is there...
The window was left ajar...
And a soft breeze can be felt...
The leaves are moving...
Birds seem to be singing in the background...
All these are whispers in the dark...
They are a symphony for your delicate ears...
The whole world is singing poetry for you...
I  don't know anymore if daylight starts at sunrise..
Or when you open your sweet  eyes...
And gift the world with its beauty...
Happy Sunday my love....

To all women...

Every woman is a living poem...
Every woman eyes are a sonnet...
Every woman smile is a ray of hope
Every woman heart  is a treasure....
Women should be celebrated every day..
Not just on Women's day...
Women have my respect and admiration...
Not just today...
But everyday....

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Deeper than an Ocean

A woman's heart is deeper than an ocean...
And as rich as the seven seas...
For it is an infinite supply of inspiration and feelings...
The real bounty is at the bottom of that ocean...
If you manage to get there...
You will have found the treasure of happiness...
Once you do that...
Don't let go of it...
It can be the treasure of your life...
Start by sailing on the universe of her eyes...
Until you reach the ocean of her heart..

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Two poems for the price of one...Dedicated to all women out there....

At 30000 feet the words seem to float...
As if  suspended in the sky...
The wind scattered all of them..
And they became clouds...
Majestically gracing the horizon...
A real canvas...
Proof that the world is a poem...
We just need to read what we see around us...
In any season there are sonnets and verses surrounding us...
Right now I feel like floating out there...
The lake and the towns look just like drawings in a gigantic poetry book...
Where the blue sky is its cover and the clouds the beautiful verses that brighten my day...
For now i will let my soul play like a child who has received his first toy...
That is one of the secrets of life..
Treat everyday as if you were just a new born...
And look at the world as if you have never seen it before...
Life and the world are far from ideal...
It is up to each one of us to try and live as happy as we can...
Off I go...
I you see a cloud blocking the view of the moon...
That is probably me...
Trying to get more inspiration...

I am a sailor...
I have an old boat...
With just a sail and a paddle...
No compass, and no radio...
So I can only sail on clear nights...
Guided by the moon and the stars...
With only the wind as my company...
It is a majestic view...
Far from the city lights...
The moon and the stars play a show of light just for me...
And for any other sailor out there...
I want to reach Port Hope...
That's all I have left in life...
Hope...
So maybe the sea and my life are one and the same...
And it does not matter really...
For either sea or land...
My life is guided by the light of the stars...
So my dear reader...
Farewell I say...
For Port Hope I want to find...
I will let you in on a little secret...
You can find Port Hope in all the corners of the world...
No matter where the stars of life take you...
There is always hope...

I would be happy living in a world where the rain carries the sound of your laughter...
Then I could run outside when it is raining and get soaked on that sweet melody...
It is raining tonight...
I wish I was a raindrop...
So I could fall close to you...
And see your eyes tonight...
For now I will just go for a walk...
And write poetry for you...
Under the rain...

Twelve fresh cut red carnations...
Would not be enough to express my admiration...
For you are brave and resilient...
But are also kind and sweet...
Twenty four fresh cut carnations...
Would not be enough to describe the happy sensations...
I feel when hearing your voice...
And thirty six fresh cut carnations...
Would not be enough to describe the many inspirations...
I get from your eyes...
And a field full or carnations not enough to describe my love for you...

I like you and respect you...
But I also like and respect myself...
And I love you so much...
But I also need to start loving myself again...
I  let my world completely  rotate around you...
To the point  I even stopped loving myself...
It is time to man up and move on...
I always thought you were a woman worth  going home to...
Maybe you are...
For another man...
Not for me...
Not after the way you treated me...
Not that you had any obligation...
But at least you could have been honest and sincere...
And not play with my feelings...

Windy or rainy...
Sunny or cloudy...
Even snowy...
I will always run by your side...
For life is an endless track...
Uphill and downhill...
But knowing we are running side by side  means there is no obstacle that can stop us...
For you are my beacon and my life..

Sakura is the Japanese word for cherry blossom...
Sakura time is a magical period...
It does represent renewal and optimism...
It signals the ending of winter and beginning of spring...
The cherry trees become pink and beautiful...
I can probably say every time I see you is Sakura's time...
For your eyes bring peace, happiness and optimism to my days...
Your eyes are magical...
They are an eternal spring...

How can I not get seduced by the red fiery sky...
It is as if the sunrise was hiding behind the night...
And it decides to flirt with my senses every morning...
it is so inspiring and inviting...
As if it was telling me to seize the day...
And I try to chase it...
but it just goes away...
Giving way to sunlight...
It is like trying to capture water in my hands...
No matter how hard I try...
It just goes away...
Another reason to have hope and wait for the next day...
There will always be a sunrise to chase...
There will always be a reason to wake up...
There will always be a better tomorrow...

Here I am by the forest..
The air is clean and crisp...
The sun is bathing the trees and the leaves...
The wind seems  playful this morning...
Caressing everything on its path...
A few of the leaves can not hold on to the branches...
And they just rejoin the land...
The same land where they were born...
Some are taken by the creek...
And they start a journey to a new destination...
They rotate on the creek...
As if waving goodbye...
What a beautiful display...
I don't want to leave...
The wind picks up speed...
And a flock of leaves falls over me...
As if nature wants to give me a shower...
Two little birdies start chirping...
I don't know if they are making fun of me...
Or just want to be part of the beautiful play nature is putting for me this morning...
One way or the other...
It does not matter..
For I love this forest...
All its sounds and sights...
And I am now thinking each leaf falling over me carries a good wish...
I hope the creek and the wind bring all those good wishes to you...
Perhaps the first wish they have is for you to come to visit one day and say hi...
Their second wish is for you to have a good night...
I wish I could continue to write...
But the sound of the creek is like a lullaby for my soul and senses...
So off I go...
To carry on with my day...
For I am a dreamer...
A small chipmunk is here now...
Seems she came to wish a good day also...
She just left...
Time for this dreamer to keep going also...

Silence is a powerful answer...
Perhaps the most powerful of them all...
Silence says it all...
And even though silence does not carry any words or sounds...
It can be extremely painful...
I should have never said I love you...
But I said it...
And your silence gave me the answer...
Which I did not want to hear...
And which I heard in my heart...
Even though your lips didn't even move...

The night is quiet...
There is no wind...
No moon...
Not even a cricket chirping can be heard...
Silence is king tonight...
So quiet I can hear my own thoughts...
I hear myself thinking of you...
Thinking of your smile, your eyes and your laughter...
It may be quiet outside...
But it is a carnival in my soul...
As it is anytime I think of you...
It is a good thing it is quiet in the neighborhood tonight...
It means no one can hear the happiness in my soul...
After all...
Thinking of you is my own celebration...
A daily one at that...

My window seemed to have been stuck in snow mode...
For all I could see were snowflakes...
All day long...
Now the window is on night mode...
The moon and stars took over...
They must be brave to be outside on a night this cold...
A night where all I can think of is to contemplate the cheery fireplace...
I'm enjoying the flames dancing to the wind...
After a while I decided to look outside again...
And I see all the snow out there...
It looks bright because of the moonlight...
And I suddenly feel the urge to go outside...
To be company for the moonlight and the snow...
Even if it's cold...
It is still a beautiful view...
I suppose that is one of the secrets of life...
Enjoy and admire all you can see...
So off I go...
I am going Snow dancing...
My hands will be cold when I come back...
So I may not be able to write more today...
Perhaps I will continue tomorrow...
For now I will dance to the music of the wind...
Following the rhythm of the blinking stars...
Life is about dancing at all what makes you happy...

I am a year older...
Says the calendar...
It is all the same, really...
For I lost track of how many calendars I have seen...
Maybe the calendar is trying to avenge the other fellow calendars I've ignored for so long...
The truth is...
I lost track of time after I met you...
And, yes, it is my birthday...
But I don't count how many years I have lived...
From now  on, I will only count the number of  years it will take me to  forget you...
For you misled me...
You made me believe you had feelings for me...
And you used me...
Who knows how many birthdays I will have to endure before I'm finally over you...
Today, I will sit here, with a candle...
Not even a cake...
And will sing...
Happy birthday to me...

So it is over after nine years...
I tried...
You tried...
It just didn't work...
I would not hesitate to go back in time if I could...
And meet you again in 2012...
Even if things were going to turn out the same way again...
That goes to  say you brought sunshine, hope and happiness to my days
You still do...
Nine years by your side...
And the pain will last for an eternity...
So will be the memories...

So this is it...
It is over...
Funny, I don't think it ever started...
For we were always afraid...
And full of of fears...
But that is life...
It showed us a path...
And we could have taken it together...
But we chose not to....
And now we are just walking  separately...
On different paths...
So we blew it...
But it is not over...
For it never started...
I wish you the best...
For when you love someone...
You can only wish good things...
No matter where you are...
Or who is walking by your side...

I have no friends...
I have no enemies...
For I walk in the path of solitude...
I am myself perpahs the only friend I have...
And I am my worst enemy...
I don't know anymore if I chose this path myself...
Or if life sent me on it...
It does not matter, really...
Life is to be lived...
Regardless on which path you walk on...
And whether you laugh or cry...
Although I already forgot how laughter sounds...
I just hope someone will read these lines...
It will give my soul some much needed companionship...

Hi 21st Century...
Your birthday is approaching...
And you will be turning 21 in a few hours...
So your teen ages are coming to an end...
You had some well behaved years...
Some bad behaved years...
But let me tell you...
This year was the worst...
Maybe you didn't do it on purpose...
Perhaps you didn't know better...
But 2020 is a year many of us will want to forget...
And some of us will remember for the wrong reasons...
I can't get a cake for your birthday as we are on lockdown...
So I will just whisper "happy birthday, 21st century" at midnight tonight...
And hope your twenties will be good for all humankind....

So you don't talk to me anymore...
And I can't do anything to change that...
But I can write as much as I want...
For I love writing...
I write long pages as I imagine I am talking to you...
It is like I am talking...
And you just listen...
Or don't say anything...
Not much different from when I used to see you in person...
You didn't listen to anything I said...
So no difference...
This poem is called "So you don't talk to me anymore"...
It should be called "You never  really listened to me"...
But I  think it should be called "you never really cared about me"...

This is the one day when we wake up in Winter but will go to sleep in spring...
I really don't care about seasons...
For you are my spring...
And you are still my reason to live...
Even though we are not together anymore...
Come to think of it...
Four years ago I kissed you for the first time the day spring arrived...
Four years passed by...
I lost your love...
But it seems everyday that goes by I love you more...
Happy spring... my eternal spring...
I can only wish you happiness...
For I love you too much and want the best for you...
I want each one of your days to be a spring day...
For you deserve all the happiness in the world...
And a bit more...
I love you...
You just can't imagine how much...
My days are a complete winter...
But it does not matter...
As long as you find happiness I will find some solace...

I have seen your eyes on summer days....
Winter days...
Fall days...
Even in a dark room at midnight...
While our bodies exchanged love and passion....
And it does not matter how bright or dark it is...
Your eyes make any day a spring day...
For your eyes are a reflection of your kindness...
And an endless source of inspiration for my soul...
For without those eyes...
I would not be a poet...
Just a collector of words...

There is magic in the air...
The leaves are moving...
But there is no wind...
The birds are in awe...
The creek is as transparent as ever...
Even though we are at dusk...
I can still see the fish underneath...
The air feels special and mysterious...
I cannot explain what my senses are feeling...
The forest is deserted...
Suddenly I see the silhouette of a woman...
With a long dress...
Walking fast...
Then I realize the leaves move as she walks by… As if following her...
The birds.. stop singing when they see her...
And she has no reflection on the water...
That is when I noticed her silhouette has a trail that comes all the way from the sky...
Like a comet...
She is quite the magical woman...
For she is the stardust that comes to brighten sunsets...
She leaves a trace of brightness and hope behind...
But, my beautiful girl, as magical as she is...
She is not as magical and sweet as you are...
Stardust is no match for the bright of your eyes and the beauty of your smile...
As fast as it came.. the stardust is gone...
The night settles in...
But the magic remains thanks to the deep of your eyes... and the treasure of your smile...

It is a starlet..?

Or just a big star so far away that I can barely see her light..

It must be a starlet...

A young star close by..

As there is magic in the air...

I feel energized and peaceful..

For I am optimistic and only need a tiny light to get my hopes high...

Life is about hope and dreams...

No matter how dark out there..

We were born to look to the future, live the present and remember the past...

Not to fear the future, suffer in the present and get tormented by the past..

So never give up..

Look out there..

There must be a starlet ready to guide you....

I spend the nights counting stars in the sky..
I get mesmerized by their light....
And it surprises me to know it takes light years to reach us...
So I am just wondering..
whether you are now smiling..
And like starlight...
Sometime in the future I will get to see that smile...
It does not matter if I have to wait light years to see it..
It will be worth it...