Mirror On the Wall
What does the mirror on the wall show? A colorful soul? A beautiful face? Rich memories and hopeful dreams, or winters to come? This poem explores the depths of a young soul and leaves us with food for thought. Is it life that you see or death smiling hideously?
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.
To You
Young and vulnerable Kate wants to confess! And she did justice, didn’t she. Not afraid of letting her words go, she reveals her true feelings and emotions… to him. Or the image of perfection, or true love or pasts, presents, futures. It doesn’t matter, just listen to her voice.
Leave It All Behind
And here comes the day when our paths must part, what are we gonna say, goodbye? A simple smile? Are we gonna stand on the verge of speechless rocks,…
The Only Hope
Poetry is a weapon, a shield against the storms. A protection against the tide of hatred, discrimination and injustice. But some people are ready to fight – for love, peace and hope.
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.
Over the Horizon
People say that knowledge and armies mean power. But what if this knowledge is false? What if these armies are destroyed? There is only one power, and it is dreams. They cannot be stolen, destroyed or distorted. They are the path leading to the horizon, and even beyond. They are what makes us who we are.
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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