How much do I want to tell you? In this world, only four walls surround me Bothersome denials, hopes vanishes in a moment Restless dreams and butterflies in my stomach disappear How to stop the wind of the mind? The wind of the mind is the stream of dreams In the sky of the mind,… Leer más Let the mind breathe freely…#poetry by Jane Aguiar
by Cristina Steliana Mihailovici I’m caring thousands seeds of joy In my head, in my hand and my soul. Trying to find the best place to fit Under the sun who’s helping us grow. The pallet of colours is magic and nice: Some black, some yellow or red skies Some purple, blue, orange and white… Leer más The seeds of joy
she came out of her house after the heavy rain stopped and walked up to the bridge and leaned forward over the flat rail and watched the turbid river flowing by, disappearing with infinite length below her feet The rail was wet and she wiped it with a few tissues and then got her notebook… Leer más whatsoever things ye ask for when ye pray by Bogdan Dragos
by Marcello Comitini Close the eyes and think in the darkness of the mind in the din of the heart. Let the memory browse the past without knowing what images to look for among the pages not yet torn, out of fear or shame, sometimes faded, sometimes streaked with tears often stained so much with… Leer más Hunger of infinity
by Rana Enticement plunged in the intensity of passionate beauty The notable gleam of her essence like a pearl in the ocean Melodious skin silkier than the roses, shy, extremely timid Couched upon the waves, she steps gently in that motion Much as an angel by golden hair swinging on her shoulders She isn’t nude,… Leer más Preciosa
by Petru Racolța My thoughts are scattered, But when they all come together, Only you are the common denominator in them And the only one who still exalts me. Countless dreams I have in my sleep, Many disappear one by one, towards the morning, But they remain in my mind as exhortations, Those in which… Leer más Essential choices
he opened the shitty door of his shitty apartment and got in looking like shit The jacket was torn at the sleeves and the shirt underneath was torn at the chest Wet mud adorned his knees and ankles and his cheap shoes were about to fall off There was blood stuck into his thick beard… Leer más It’s just a prank, bro! by Bogdan Dragos
by Cristina Steliana Mihailovici It’s snowing with hopes and with dreams Over the magical forest of trees. From sky it’s falling with joy, With carols and sweet symphonies. And million reindeers are ready to fly With sleights full of gifts and desire For a better world and a better life For a healthy planet and… Leer más Christmas wishes
The summer’s remaining bounty, harvested for the season’s last soup. Though the sun is low, fruit grips the vine, and kale fights like a hardy sapling. Dusty leaves, clinging to the mother’s branch, are seized by swirling breeze, buried under winter ice. This is the time to turn the soil – for the soul to… Leer más New Earth By barbara Leonhard
by Daniela Topîrcean -My love – did you fly? remove dust from your wings do not appreciate the dust too much, wind hunting stay in the light- in my heart only white birds flying in blue word have found a harbour. … Image: Kiều Trường from Pixabay
He placed the camera on the tripod and the tripod on his desk and stood about four minutes in silence just staring at it after pressing record unblinking «It happened the other night,» he finally said. «After about four or three hours of random executions with no context and deadly accidents and maiming and animal… Leer más quitting motivation by Bogdan Dragos
by Tea Solon he quietly swallowed that one unending night of the collapse like burning embers in winter’s mourning November 29, 2022 | Talisay City Philippines Image by Khusen Rustamov from Pixabay https://butungislayp.wordpress.com
(Blog Jane) Write on ethics Write about values Values for success in life Values of honesty Honesty in behaviour Honesty in work Work in progress Work on the voice Voice of India Voice of the people People import People export Export of vinegar Export of sugar Sugar in coffee Sugar in the cake Cake of… Leer más Values of Discipline #Blitz_poem by Jane Aguiar
«We all have to accept it,» she said. «There’s no cure against getting old.» She was in her mid twenties but she had an accident that left some burnt marks across her face about that she never wanted to talk It was taboo She’d rather sit on the roof of the hospital with a coffee… Leer más how the world works for people who don’t look that good by Bogdan Dragos
(link blog Kirsten) Nov 26, 2022 “Oh, just one last look, dear, another glimpse? Fifty years of memories come and gone Today …it ends.” Wife sniffles into her tissue. “Our home. All of this. Stupid bankruptcy.” Husband wipes her crying eyes with tired hands fighting his own tears with hopeful smiles “We’ll never forget our… Leer más Memories by Kirsten Curcio
by Rana Twinks that turn into moments and later those into fantasies The rhythm we accompany through crumbling under the sword of time Things that we mislay the people that we miss in an unending quest Turbulent storms rolling through corridors of emotions in their absolute prime The joys that we rent for the pieces… Leer más Sword of time
The imposture of the conquerors stamped on exploited faces… political orientation are all the same… sadness is not printed in the «gossip column.» Years and centuries breaking the backbone, leaving traces of slave labor across the land… and while we cheat and chat, dark-flowers, wars and revenge will never be forgotten, as well as monuments… Leer más More Tears by Miriam Costa
by Anca Horga For a new dawn to arise, Old structures must perish, The weakness of the pillars Has made them cease And tumble onto the floor. Resist to inevitable change, Witness of her own collapse, How many will she drag Into her black hole? Image by Johannes Wünsch from Pixabay https://enpoeme.wordpress.com
it was around 3 AM no sleep no work in the morning either so she got up turned on the TV tuned it off got her pack of smokes out of the handbag lit one and smoked it as she stared at the fish tank from up close. «This is how I used to watch… Leer más This world is… just evil by Bogdan Dragos
his and her hands touched a spark sparkled in their eyes fire in the head his and her hands touched to create some emotion lots of love showered sparkled in their eyes lit like the star of Venus it’s a love affair fire in the head loss of interest in work it’s wonderful life ⭐… Leer más A Troiku by Jane Aguiar
Gobblers & Masticadores 