It is true that every time I write, I want you to be near. So close and so near, I'd drop two poppyseeds in both of your eyes, one is lilac-purple, another be Christmas-red, See they grow and bloom, pollinated by my gaze, showered first in morning rain then evening breeze, Next summer, I'll come… Continue reading Two Poppyseeds
Tag: Verses
Imperfect Lover
In synchronicity, We found one another. In escaping, We were encircled by Shadows. When the dark ships move through melting shores, When storms surge tenfold flung up endless cyclones, I see again my bright ironical names in capital letters. In this shimmering, ever glowing and peace-finding voyage, Which wave on her way will stitch my… Continue reading Imperfect Lover
To A Friend
In vain I flaunted the poetic names of Byron sort, And cited those Shelleys we now worship no more, for Fate has her own say and God must have his way, So dearest, hold tight and see my truths interplay: Of all examples by the shallow world I'd confess, I know pearls, heavenly stars, and… Continue reading To A Friend
December Passacaglia
December is an aged nostalgic song, with ancient accents in delicate monotone, Aglow and behold weary souls with happy tears, And each note leads to cadence of mystical visions. Can you feel the beauty of heaven’s stars shine upon, with millions of velvet dreams flowing within you? Such is the grace of a tender prayer,… Continue reading December Passacaglia
Twilight Vignette
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… Continue reading Twilight Vignette
Unnamed Selfie
I started committing various suicides in my various dreams as a 1st grader. what kind of child was only allowed To keep tears and bruise to herself.. I started jumping down from agitated skyscrapers in my agitated dreams as a relentless crusader. what kind of crusader pursued virtual death with such unwavering passion and obsession..… Continue reading Unnamed Selfie
A Beautiful Passerby
There is the pausing silence in my prayers, and the quietness of falling leaves landing on my breath, As I reach out my limbs to be showered by earliest dawn lights, she sends me away with the coldest scorn and the gentlest breeze! Yet my feet are restlessly undisturbed, matching still, in meaningless tandem. There… Continue reading A Beautiful Passerby
Secret Garden 🪴
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… Continue reading Secret Garden 🪴
Simple Pride
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… Continue reading Simple Pride
Such Warmth
Outside the leaves swing in darkness and the rain drip in lyrical tandem falls chill and blessed on the flesh, I am amazed by this peace, this possibility of cease, cease the existence of past ghosts. breathing in the secluded air, I am grateful to the stars that has bestowed a story with its bright… Continue reading Such Warmth
Who Writes The Poem
Who would write the poem? I urged earnestly . Heart can’t write Weak patient She can’t even hold the pen . Thoughts can’t write Suspicious fellow She can’t even prove her sanity . Mind can’t write Conscious shamer She better deny . Memories can’t write Fragile child She better hide . At last Blood answers… Continue reading Who Writes The Poem
The Blue Jay
All the towers of irony are crumbling All the palaces of mirage are sinking Gone are the days of rainbows Gone are the days of swinging from stars She is tried of being told how lucky she was Lucky you, my daring blue jay . And there is a light, from the higher window Shinning… Continue reading The Blue Jay
The Trophy Child
There was a time I dreamed of walking under the rain, With sweet tenderness by my side; There was a time I dreamed of running through the mountain, With wild strikes catching up behind; I dreamed of a dream, That my smile makes me enough; I dreamed of a dream, That my tears make me… Continue reading The Trophy Child
The Three Remedies
First, it’s best not to see. The mind will not be captivated; Second, it’s best not to adore. The heart will not be enslaved; Third, in the last resort, It’s best not to read her poems. The blood will not wage a war in her honor. More Poems : Meet Me When.. Read Next: To… Continue reading The Three Remedies
To The Oak Tree
If I love you— I will never be a clinging trumpet creeper Using your heigh boughs to show off my height *** If I love you— I will never be a spoony bird Repeating the monotonous song for the green shade *** Nor the spring Bringing the cool solace all year long Nor a steep… Continue reading To The Oak Tree