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 Trimis: 25/02/2010 07:12 Titlul subiectului: Impossible love // Blackheart // Words of a poet // XXII |
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[English]
Impossible love
February 3, 2010
Moonman, alone in his shadowy existence
thinking to himself he’s of no importance
gazing out through the window of passion
seeking sunwoman, light incarnate, his divine intervention
lost throughout the eons of the vast galaxy
yet he gazes at her with more lust
each passing eon, even if he has lost
memories of him and her
which slowly crumble to dust!
Once he was a man, she was a woman
but their love was so passionate
that God grew jealous—
each passing moment more nervous
sentencing them to impossible love
Now the stars whisper
gently in their cosmic ears
their words of love
whilst he and she tremble above
Earth—
Their love is impossible
but stars carry their message
as they pass away
Their pain forever to stay
Such is the love
that’s impossible, simple, cruel
yet quite remarkable.
Blackheart
February 3, 2010
Can you not see
the blackness of his heart
trembling, beating in madness
as he creates art
by writing about black desires
wanting to set his soul on fire…?
Can you not feel
blackheart pumping black blood
reaching all through his veins
as a disordered chaos reigns
within his lines where negru rhymes
remember older times…?
I feel, I see
Leave me alone, let me be
blackheart creating black art
Answer me, if you’re smart
if I’m blackheart and you are white
why do you envision questions brought by night?
Words of a poet
February 13, 2010
Words
Flowing down like water
in a gentle stream
words that refuse to scream
and damn all that’s around
words from Heaven
rushing towards the ground.
Words
That carry a message
of a broken promise
they should be savage
instead they’re divine
written by a mind
that was, shall be blind
to deepness of heart
“No longer shall I inspire
the untouched heavenly spark’s desire
and make it glow
smile, let words flow…”
Words
that are being written
in a poem that seems that lost
continuity,
but you see, that’s the beauty
of poetry
Sometimes it jumps, losing sense
yet the feeling it offers
strong and intense.
So many words
so few lines
so many words
such strange times
so many words
not enough rhymes
So few lines chosen
to represent strange times
Not enough rhymes
that could describe what I see
what I feel, what I am
Who am I to mingle
with words, who am I to tickle
brainwaves in strange ways
like outside rain that stays
untouched by man…
Who am I?
I am a poet
these are my words
that often take strolls
and show you a reality
pure, untouched by modern blasphemy
I am a poet
these are my words
written for you, poetry offered in lines
in weird rhymes for such strange times.
XXII
16 February, 2010
22 years have gone by
And as rain touches earth
making flowers grow, so have I
grown, like a thorn
of a rose that arose
to write, to feel
to touch, to love and to kill
divinity, offering serenity
for you
And as water touches dirt
creating mud, so do I
lay down dirty ideas
washed by rain, in the end
my body will be covered
by dirt, mud, sand
nevertheless, I’ll be coffined
shed no tears, feel no pain
neither will I
at long last
22 years have gone by |
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Apollo
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[Romana]
Iubire imposibila
Omul-lunii, singur in existenta sa intunecata
gandindu-se ca nu-i important
uitandu-se lung prin oglinda pasiunii
cautand-o pe femeia-soare, lumina incarnata, a lui interventie divina
pierdut prin eoanele din galaxia vasta
totusi o priveste lung cu mai multa dorinta
fiecare eon, chiar daca si-a pierdut
amintirile cu el si ea
care incet se sfarma in praf!
Odata el a fost un barbat, ea o femeie
dar iubirea le-a fost atat de pasionala
incat D-zeu a ajuns gelos-
-n fiecare moment tot mai nervos
condamnandu-i la iubire imposibila.
Acum stelele soptesc
incet in urechile cosmice
cuvintele lor de iubire
pe cand el si ea tremura asupra
Pamantului-
Iubirea lor e imposibila
dar stelele le poarta mesajul
in timp ce dispar
Durerea lor eterna dainuieste
Asa e iubirea
care-i imposibila, simpla, cruda
si totodata remarcabila.
Inima-neagra
Nu poti sa vezi
negrul inimii sale
tremurand, batand in nebunie
in timp ce creeaza arta
scriind despre dorinte negre
dorind sa-si aprinda sufletul?
Nu poti sa simti
inima-neagra pompand sange negru
ajungand peste tot in vene
in timp ce o- ordine haotica domneste
inauntrul versurilor lui, unde rime negre
-si amintesc timpuri vechi?
Simt, vad
Lasa-ma-n pace, lasa-ma sa fiu
inima-neagra creeand arta neagra
Raspunde-mi daca esti asa destept
daca eu-s inima-neagra si tu alba
de ce "intrebi" intrebari aduse de noapte?
Poezia urmatoare a fost scrisa 10 zile dupa ce am decis sa nu mai scriu cativa ani...
Cuvintele unui poet
Cuvinte
Curgand-n jos ca apa
intr-un parau tandru
cuvinte care refuza sa urle
si sa damneze tot cea ce-i-n-jur
cuvinte din Rai
grabindu-se catre pamant.
Cuvinte
care poarta un mesaj
unei promisiunii netinute
ar trebuii sa fie salbatice
dar sunt divine
scrise de o minte
care e, va fi oarba
adancului inimii
"Nu voi mai inspira
dorinta neatinsa a scanteie-i ceresti
si s-o fac sa straluceasca
zambeste, lasa cuvintele sa curga..."
Cuvinte
care sunt scrise
intr-o poezie care pare ca si-a pierdut
continuitatea,
dar vezi tu, asta-i frumusetea
poeziei
Cateodata sare, pierzandu-si sensul
totusi sentimentul oferit
puternic si intens.
Asa numeroase cuvinte
atat de putine randuri
asa multe cuvinte
vremuri atat de ciudate
asa multe cuvinte
rime putine
Atat de putine randuri alese
sa reprezinte vremuri ciudate
Prea putine rime
care ar putea sa descrie ce vad
ce simt, ce sunt
Cine-s eu sa amestec
cuvinte, cine-s eu sa gadil
undele cerebrale in moduri ciudate
ca ploaia de-afara care sta
neatinsa de om...
Cine sunt eu?
Sunt un poet
acestea-s cuvintele mele
care de multe ori se plimba
si-ti arata o realitate
pura, neatinsa de blasfemia moderna
Sunt un poet
aceastea-s cuvintele mele
scrise pentru tine, poezie oferita in versuri
in rime stranii pentru timpuri ciudate.
XXII
22 de ani au trecut
Si cum ploaia atinge pamantul
facand florile sa creasca, asa am
crescut si eu, ca spinul
unui trandafir care s-a-n-altat
sa scrie, sa simta
sa atinga, sa iubeasca si sa ucida
divinitatea, oferind seninatate
tie
Si cum apa atinge murdaria
creeand noroi, asa si eu
astern idei murdare
spalate de ploaie, in final
trupul-mi va fi acoperit
de murdarie, noroi, nisip
totusi, voi fi-n sicriu
nu varsa lacrimi, nu simtii durere
n-am sa simt nici eu
in sfarit
22 de ani au trecut
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claudia minela
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| Trimis: 26/02/2010 00:34 Titlul subiectului: |
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si ma rog , domnule, de ce ai decis maria ta sa nu mai scri cativa ani?ce te-a apucat?
cred ca vrei sa ma vezi venind calare pe matura la tine si sa-ti iei un pumn in nas... 
,,Fă-te băţ în ziua de ciomag...!,, cum spunea bunica ameninţându-ne 
Din nou m-ai pus la colţ cu versurile tale...
Ce pot să mai spun...
fara comentarii...
iar stofa asta este waw!
,,Odata el a fost un barbat, ea o femeie
dar iubirea le-a fost atat de pasionala
incat D-zeu a devenit gelos-
-n fiecare moment tot mai nervos
condamnandu-i la iubire imposibila..."
Din nou felicitari ! 
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fiecare om gaseste in mine ceea ce este el insusi... |
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Apollo
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