That Moment
That moment when it was you and I laughing in silence, only with eyes, a moment you were close but far away That moment when the sun was rising…
Wine of Dreams
In the calm summer nights I drink wine, the finest wine ever made by dreams or lies Dreams that were, are and will oaths and vows, no one to…
The Sky Goes Purple
As the sky goes purple and the sun is setting down, are the dreams of mine sinking into bitter wine. As the light goes purple so is my soul…
Starless Sky
I wrote this poem some years ago, in an attempt to answer, perhaps, the biggest question -“Why?” Consumed in our thoughts, dreams and daily battles, we often forget why we do something. What is waiting for us out there? What will happen should we achieve a goal? Will we be happy or we will find out that the end is nothing but a meaningless picture.
A Song of Sorrow
“A Song of Sorrow” is a dark poem written by one of the greatest and most gentle Bulgarian poets – Dimcho Debelaynov. It was discovered after his untimely death at the age of 29, and was published. We can only imagine what he could have left us if he had lived a little longer. No matter how young he died, his poems will live forever.
Shall I Fight
Yesterday, I cursed your name and hated you with all my heart tried to kill though you’re not alive. Fury engulfed me, ocean deep, beneath the waves of poison my…
Winter’s Frozen Kiss
Deep in my thoughts, I did not know where I was going. I could hear nothing but the wind and the soft snow underneath my shoes. When I stopped, I came to the realization that Home was not near. I kept on walking, what else could I have done?
Madness Lurks
A poem that explores the complex and often inexplicable nature of our kind. We look sane, yet we are mad. We look happy, yet darkness claws at our throats.
Immortality
There is always someone we look for and need in times of despair, sadness, or just by our side when there is no one who would listen. When there is one who loves us unconditionally, no one to share the summer night or the autumn fall of leaves. There must be someone out there, promising eternal youth, happiness and immortality.
The Phone That Never Rang
It’s been one year since my grandmother passed away. This poem I dedicate to her and all the lessons she taught me. On my birthday, I waited for her to call me… she didn’t. She will never do it again.
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