22 Nov 2019

Tag: love poetry

Poetry

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.

Poetry

The Blue Makes Me Feel Love 

This is a poem I wrote when I was sitting on the beach and looking at the sea and its dark blue waters because of the falling darkness. It made me feel so cozy there, caressed by the breeze. I felt the way I used to feel when playing hide-and-seek at night – protected and safe. It made me feel loved and wanted.

Poetry

Give Me a Beer 

Sober or drunk, does it matter when the world is gray and no love is free; it has to be earned. Can we escape dreaming of paradise and fearing hell? Or just order one more beer which can lead our minds to somewhere safe, somewhere green and sunny. A place where love is the air we breathe.

Poetry

The Air I Breathe 

Despite the clear, fresh, mountainous air, we sometimes have difficulty breathing; we are poisoned and nothing can save us but a drop of antidote – a face. A face in the mirror of pasts, presents and futures. The face of our savior.

Poetry

I Know You Will 

Relationships are often too complicated to be described with a word or two; that’s why the author didn’t have much of a choice but to let the stream of words and emotions flow until it finally took a form. A sentence, a short and powerful message: I know you will!

Poetry

Love Makes Us What We Are 

This poem explores the dual nature of Love; it kills us and at the same time it makes us who we are – brave, childish, innocent, happy and waiting… waiting for a kiss under the summer shades or a game of hide-and-seek during the long and merry nights of our childhood.

Poetry

Summer Kiss 

We tend to express our feelings about summer once we’ve lost its burning presence. In autumn we mourn for its light and floridness because we see everything die. In winter, when death takes over, we have almost no summer memory left but that of a long and burning kiss.

Poetry

Love Potion 

This short poem reflects the capture of a single moment when the sun is shining and caressing both body and soul. It makes us feel loved, blessed, kissed, immortal… are we not? And the only thing we can do is to drink this potion every day.