A Mini Poetry Blog
Here comes the surrender, to the rest of our days, When the fading song that lingers, can be contented with twilights’ caress, and calms the rains on my bewildered face… I am searching for the faraway Greenland of peace, where I might lie beside autumn’s demure rivercrest, dancing wild, shout in remorse and cry at…
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Morning demure roses, blessings of each melodic breath, warmed by early summer prayers, tentatively stirring the stillest pulses. In its quietude silently blooms, A waking soul’s ardent longing, the passacaglia of a fragile being… Dear readers and friends, I thought it would be wonderful to share with you my choreographic work ‘Poemy’. This is a…
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When the summer comes we shall meet again, my friend, For the woods are brimming in blooms and blowing fresh roses, And love is burning diamonds hanging around chestnut trees. A maiden sits along riverbanks combing her hair, it’s where I will sing to you without moment despair, And lay my aching weariness upon you…
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Do you know the land, where the lemon-trees grow, Among darkened leaves crimson-lychees glow, A mellow wind swings from the pale blue sky, The myrtle stands mute and the oak tree high? Do you know the house, It has columns and beams, There are the hallway gleams and glittering rooms, Are those marble figures looking…
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I asked him for help, his wife had been mad, he nodded, with eyes fixed on a shelf full of philosophical books, and that was it. I begged for his support, his wife had been bad, he frowned, the eloquent tongue of a diplomat fell in dead silence, and that was it. I cried for…
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Softly, in the mist of moonlight, a woman is singing to me, black feet-long hair with a smile so genteel; taking me back down the vista of years, still I see a child sitting behind the grand oak tree, accompanied by the drowsy eyes of blooming leaves, and harbored within a thousand impossible dreams, when…
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I’d love my world be a freshly painted fresco, And I be blessed with the genius of Michelangelo, where I see a fair angel in the marble and carve relentlessly till I set him free; where coloured shapes and misplaced hallows of aged, ineffectual lives melt into white flowers blowing carelessly in the wind, And…
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Along with our madness and wild flowers, there comes the strangest kind of silence, spraying every fiber of the beings and non-beings, calling for more…. I’d love to be the voice of a soprano singer, so I can move through all borders and see them vanish with every spell-binding note. I’d love to be the…
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Beauty are the days that quietly slip away, and night stars brightening never in delay, Velvet blue, silent true, whispering words of long lost lullabies, one shade the more, one ray the less, even my darkest shadow rests now in her nameless grace. When the night draws near, it fills my heart with such dreams…
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The longest distance in the world, Is not between life and death, But when I stand in front of you, Yet you don’t even know that I love you. The longest distance in the world, Is not when I stand in front of you Yet you can’t see my love, But when undoubtedly knowing the…
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My heart beating rhythmless, swiftly to arise! Faster even than thought it was done. starring evening cradled tender earth beneath, And night hung over the mountain cone. Already peeking at early dawn lights, Springtime’s rose-beauty glow, it shone upon about lovely faces, lit brightly for me to praise! From a river of clouds the Moon…
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I was pale out of weariness, Of climbing heaven and glancing back on earth. Sliding through heavy clouds and among the glittery stars, I imagined a different birth, One that’s ever changing, like joyful eyes. dreaming above rainbows, I entertained a different faith, One that’s ever changing, like careless youth. I once sang to spring…
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These days couldn’t be more gentle, Live quiet and consoled, In gaudy melody, in delightful destitution. Blessed are those days and nights. The elegance of that sweet voice is without sin. Time’s fragility often heals a scar not a heart, between my loving jaded pulses, a twilight is coming, a simmering ray, gently approaching, ringing…
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I made myself a cupful warm lavender latte, sit on futon tatami while watching wild deers grazing, at the heart of this neon city, packed by savvy faces and sophisticated converse, I’ve remained a passenger dwelling in nature’s prose. Nothing in my life is about lucky, Nothing in my story is about pretty. And despite…
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Today is Christmas Day (December 25th) and my birthday! May you all have a wonderful Christmas 🎄! I have written a little birthday poem to myself this Christmas.❤️🎄😊 To The Christmas Girl: You are always by my side, All stages and all the time, You are everything to me, Brightest star to let me see,…
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Taking in this moment, Let go of some sentiment, Look gleefully with the innocent eyes of a perky bird, Breathe gently with the calming scents of a verdant oak, Play freely with the fun-loving presence of a racy child, Bloom proudly with the sun-loving radiance of a zesty dahlia. And most importantly, remember who you…
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