Tag: poem

Heart in a jar

There is a heart in a jar made of glass Protected piece of art in a deserted museum Its colour so bright it makes you wonder If it will ever come to life I stare for long hours annoyed by the silence Of this abandoned treasure laying lifeless Screaming at the glass hoping for a…

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“Entice y pasion”

It needs just a swift image A memory of touch Fragrances of feathery words To reveal a blazing passion It needs just a sweet promise Of delirious nights and delights An enticing scent of poetry To set ablaze a raging fire Seduction and passion In a whirlwind of patience A cascade of laughter And silenced desires…

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Always the first letter

I lay lifeless on a blank page Thirsty for ink, craving words The first letter hit me quietly Punching a hole in my resignation A soft feather with pearls of ink Soaking slowly the dry leather of my cover The first word slides tenderly On snow skin, cold still from the prolonged coma Words after…

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Quiet streets

Quiet streets of broken dreams A cry stolen behind closed doors That no one heard That everyone ignored But, A whisper, a rumour Running underneath the shiny smiles Is it her? Was it him? I heard… Quiet illusions fading As one day the sun stopped shining And the night reign supreme In a broken heart…

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Her vast mind

                                          *to my mother her feet slightly touched the floor enough to feel the chill running up her spine night after night she woke up to his voice calling come with me we will roam…

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The hidden bridge

  On the edge of the cliff Legs shaking My mind empty Taking in the loneliness Of the vast land Beneath me One step forward And forgetfulness Will be my only desire One step closer The shadow of the night Will lurk behind I stay still On the edge of the cliff Gazing inward Where…

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Last hours

I will want to escape that day Every year Year after year Until I die They were your last hours Last hours I would have used To hold you Love you Thank you A little more And again And again You don’t wake up from a night Where you didn’t sleep I didn’t sleep You…

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