08 Jul 2020

Author: Georgi Karlovski


Waiting For You 

A phone ringing… a knock on the door… a glance… a gentle, unintentional touch. This is what love sometimes is – so tiny, so invisible, yet strong and overwhelming, perhaps of its being so distant and confusing. Of its never coming. But we keep on waiting and waiting – one more minute, two… a thousand years.


It Was Just a Dream 

Dreams could be a gate to another world: beautiful and sad, magical but simple, lovely yet scary. And as much as we realise dreams are just dreams and nothing more, we keep wanting to meet them in this world full of promises and beautiful illusions.



Seasons come and go, winters follow summers, and the sun dies to be reborn again. The cycle of nature is inevitable and unyielding to human conduct, and perhaps this is the reason why we find it so appealing. But oftentimes we’d like to see it broken down to pieces, so that memory could no longer tear us apart.


Winter Story 

In this poem, the author tries to imagine what winter would say about itself if it were a person. A highly difficult and risky endeavor but, at the end of the day, that’s what poetry is all about: pushing us to the limits of our senses.


Turn To Stone 

A dark and mysterious poem leading the way to the depths of the human soul, where all fears lie askew hidden under centuries of dust and dirt. Everything is covered in oblivion, memories appear and disappear suddenly, unwelcome. And in the darkest room, our hearts face eternity, turning slowly into stones.


Words Unspoken 

Sometimes, especially in the cold and long winter nights, we would live somewhere between reality and fantasy, and nothing could ever tell them apart. Then we would remember faces we had never met, long for dreams we had never dreamt and recall words never spoken before.