some poems i wrote recently :
Hidden Butterflies:
Color blind are my eyes No colors around me No shimmering yellow like the sun No burning red like love No thriving blue like the horizon I dismissed childhood to embrace savageness I grew up to switch off marvelous thistles Of my innocent memories Oblivion banished my dreamy soul To purchase butterflies In a wondrous daffodils field.. Butterflies are hidden somewhere in a warless world far from injustice dust.
Color blind are my eyes No colors around me No shimmering yellow like the sun No burning red like love No thriving blue like the horizon I dismissed childhood to embrace savageness I grew up to switch off marvelous thistles Of my innocent memories Oblivion banished my dreamy soul To purchase butterflies In a wondrous daffodils field.. Butterflies are hidden somewhere in a warless world far from injustice dust.
Lighthouse :
brightness reflection
on the surface of the sea
awakes his nostalgia
home he remembered
hot bread and a tender touch
that light seems like fireside chats
the smile of his mother
sailing with him
takes him far away the shores
and brings him back
to the wavy town
of frozen night
with old cats meetings
in the harbor
he’s a sailor
hanging on wavy lines
sailor a man of silence
man of valor and patience
Midnight serenity
The perfect fairytale
In your eyes
When you put down your guitar
You leave your cup of coffee
Your books
Then you come to play
The world’s best love game
I hide a dreamy touch
Inside my heart
You burn it out
In midnight serenity
Racing with unworried
Songs of twinkling stars
Our love is a treasure
Buried on the surface of the moon
Deep yet obvious
As you left your life
To live inside me
I will never let you seep
Out of myself .
Distance pinnacle :
Come again to make errors
On the roof of my pains.
Your mistakes
are better than your empty place..
I read your Longing to me
I swallow it like thorns
I scattered my tears
When you left me
Like a sinking rose
In an sighing waterfall
Left and right .Up and down
In All the directions i’m alone.
What song should I sing
To color your dark strawberries .
To shake the silence
Inside our memories.
What letters should I use
to touch the breeze of your perfume
distance is the longest vowel I could pronounce.
city of magic
King of angels sitting
Around the river
Lights teasing with fire
Their dancing wings
Kissing shades of dawn
Holding prayers
And blaming letters
They smile to serenity breeze
They devolve powerful dreams
For delightful nights
Magic is magic
Like truthful imagination
Expands in eaves of wonders
Mysteries are the eyes
Of moony angels
Secrets is the sound
Of momentous volcanoes
Slumber in mellifluous intuitions.
No comments:
Post a Comment