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The Man and the MoonHer mouth corners hung themselves
and I began to wonder if that was the death of them.
A simple, quiet death;
without broken fingernails lining the walls
with the stripes of a despairing end.
I began to ache with the questioning in my heart
with the echoes reverberating in my capillaries
of her face scorching sunshine in her smile
right before it crumpled
and nothing was left but a frowning moon
set firm in its resignation to an upcoming eclipse.

the scars on your shouldersthe scars on your shoulders
are braille to me, so that i
can read your skin, so that i
can know you better.

i like to listen to your heartbeat
and how it resounds differently
from mine, just so beautifully
like two songs played in tandem
to harmonise in rounds;

i like to hold your hands
and rub your back
so that maybe my love
can find its way through your pores
and seep into your blood
(never can i find the right words
to tell you just the way you feel to me)

and to think that and how i nearly missed you
makes me miss you more
every minute and mile we spend
elsewhere.
i can't sleep with another body
in my bed,
but sleeping without you
leav

He doesn't write poetry anymore.He doesn’t write poetry anymore,
even if he still collects it, reads it, saves it, treasures
faded verses from his wife the way connoisseurs
savor vinyl over metallic rainbows on disc.
I don’t mind not knowing, but I can’t stand not asking.

The record needle hits the groove wrong;
he stumbles over words that aren’t there,
rummaging for an answer he doesn’t really have.
He doesn’t write poetry anymore
and his confusion is strangely endearing.

But there’s a lyricism to his words that I love,
poetic lines inserted between the daily grind
of character names and who said what;
voiceless boys in white a

Overgrown ColorsRed like blood on a rose.
White like bone and stars.
Black like reclusiveness.
Green like dead air.
Orange like the savage instinct.
Purity like a god's heart.
Red like thawing hatred.
White like a frozen, severe cry.
Black like the night's deprived shadows.
Green like the wind in the grass.
Orange like the light in the shadows.
Purity like the sun rising.
So discharging through the moon in a wheeze is like luminous white, dispersed red.

PocketLeftover religion in the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
A key that unlocks nothing
A penny, a scrap of paper
With half of your name
Written in black ink

A song that is usually in my head
In the shriveled carcass
Of a long-dead dream
In the pocket
Of my trenchcoat
With the lint

with thanks to frosttwo roads diverged in a soulless dawn
and you pull over,
idling on the shoulder of route 50.
it's a polaroid morning and
the world is as grainy
and sleep-heavy
as your eyes,
and one million miles
is not far enough.
it plays back, filmstrip,
blurred along the length of
optic nerves,
and here you are:
facing a choice between
on
and
out.
and this?
this loosejointed, hollowbodied
weightless ache--
this is what
gone
feels like.

Condemnedbeneath the beaten earth they lay,
their dreams condemned to ashes,
and our restless bodies stretch,
for forgiveness, for direction –

survivors of the abyss,
amidst wide-eye, silent soldiers –
so many dead, so many maimed,

how many graves are we standing on, today?

SisterSister

A sister is like a soul mate;
Someone who is always there
to guide me through fate.

A sister is,
a part of childhood that I cannot erase;
A sister like you,
is one that I would never replace
because you always know how to
put a smile on my face.

I know I can depend on you
to always be there for me;
This is one hundred percent guaranteed!

I've had great memories with you
in the past;
and I hope there are many more
to come,
in the future.

SurelyIt was raining
when we kissed for the first time,
for the last time.

Thin rivulets
sunk into the shrunken space
between our bodies
and divided us
like nothing could before,
like everything will
from now
until that never again
when we will
see each other once more,
no more.

Your eyes were
that bewitching shade
of dull brown blue
with all of the light darkness
whirling
in a placid pond
around a pupil
overflowing with vacancy,
and me
and my frowning smile.

The winter heat
fell like a rising tide
and,
for our every breath
was another death
so black and full of life --
embracing our boiled ice skin
as we drew apart,
came together and broke free

Life, Death And A Pork Chop SandwichAll tangled up, hard to breathe
This steel cloud day that swirls
With heat and pounding hammers
I shake in my boots and cough up
Blood, rust and damaged flesh
Waiting for the second coming
Maybe next time around there'll be
Some chance for more than this

A twisted barbed wire halo
Wrapped tight around my skull
Blinding white light aura
Swarming with flies I'm flying
To pieces, thousands of shards
Cannot be brought back together
But I will remember the summer
Of my first Chevrolet in each bit

Gleaming bits of glass in the desert
Each reflecting a different moment
Still, now, enduring until the waves
Of a new ocean sweep them away
No pain

Pretty little things called words and dustif you weren't a hypocrite,
you'd be wrapped in the sweetest
perfumes
(learning
how to engulf the ocean
with your lungs
and think of how to cup it
in your hands
despite
your broken prayers and
still be beautiful)

dance with the gypsies
'till noon
(a quake in
your hips like the thrust
of continents
and the faultlines
emanating from
your spine,
but still
so, so graceful)

sing with the nymphs
in tune
(your voice,
it's growing old,
raspy even.
your throat's burning dry
like a monsoon
faltering in a desert,

and tones
still octaves
powerful)

be nestled in a king's arms
soon
(oh, you precious
little thing.
how

Riddle My tears fall,

like invisible

diamonds.

My heart beats,

like soundless

drums.

Unwanted,

because of the

strings attached.

What am I?

A Night By the FireNo light,
The light sired by the night
All above whilst the day's delights
Now disappears from mortal sight.

Faded away is the sun's power,
Taking the stage now is night's sallow flower;
Now mortals may behold the stars and falling shower.

Set in a pit Nature's skyscraper ablaze
And revel in the emanating heat as you gaze,
Looking down on occasion when you hear a crack from the fire
And witness "fireflies" flying away from mother's blaze;
Dying shortly after but not lacking burning beauty do they desire!

I look out towards the teasing shore
And meditate as we sit upon her door,
Thinking on what my future has in store;
Who I am now and even

Why meI wanted sleep very badly
I tried my hardest to rest
I closed my eyes and laid there
But sleep didn’t come easy
I would doze off
And wake back up
Again
Why me? When I know I have to be up at 3 AM.

Seaside HolidayI am content
to stay
a caterpillar

Who says
you have
to change?

What's so great
about being
a butterfly?

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ConfinedConfined

Still awake, feeling so cold
Pale moonlight shining through the window
Reflecting on the silvery mirror
Breathtaking beauty, soothing me
Remembrance of her so close
Warming me, as I stay awake
Contemplating the shadows in the room
And the pale, silvery veil of this night.

Tell me who's behind this mask
Who am I hiding?
Tell me who's the one I know
Only behind locked doors?
who's the one I've been hiding
For all these years
In the deepest silence?

Secrets I've hidden from myself
Deceiving me, denying me
A love I've never let show
Something I hid from myself
The darkest secrets…
Feelings drowned in silence

Iarna eternaTe-ai înstrăinat de mine şi de toţi
Ai ajuns mare şi puternic şi cum poţi
Să uiţi de omul din umbra ta?
Si de cei cărora le datorezi puterea ta?
Ai uitat toate acele clipe?
Locuri pierdute în eterna-ţi uitare
Acum revii, ţi-ai amintit de acele clipe
Te simţi abandonat, singur şi înstrăinat
Şi te întorci in locuri familiare
Te întorci de unde vii
Că tot ce ai, tot ce ţii
Se prăbuşeşte

Acum, ai venit, şi nu mai e nimic la fel
O vară luminoasă e înlocuită de o iarnă pustie
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Samhain

by ~RomanianBard, Oct 30, 2011, 1:13:01 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

Samhain

Versiunea romaneasca

Ruguri aprinse tremură-n noapte
Incantaţii sacre se-aud in soapte
Zei păgâni invocaţi se ridică din ceţuri
Purtaţi de vânturi aprige din Nord
Venite din infinitele gheţuri

Noapte neagră de Samhain

Siluete festive, încoronate-n umbre
Se-arată de peste tot, în jurul rugurilor
Parcă invocate de presimţiri sumbre
El dansează în nemăsurată graţie
Cu moartea se ţine-n braţe

Samhain, ziua unui soare mort
Samhain, ziua unui soare mort

Se reflectă-n apa limpede
Dansul macabru al preoţilor
De pe monoliţi curge sângele
Şi se-amestecă în dansul lor
Binecuvântată fii, lună ce te ridici
Blestemat fii, soare, de ce pieri?

Hoinari, în ziua soarelui muribund
Ce nu vor mai fi văzuţi nicicând
Pierduţi în vraja elfilor
Împietriţi de ochii zânelor
Suflete se-ntorc in vii
Urlete-n noapte, de Samhain.

Samhainby ~RomanianBard

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse

In sfarsit am scris ceva la timp pentru o anumita data, nu cu 1000
de luni intarziere

)

Va rog sa-mi spuneti daca sunt greseli in text, ca m-am grabit putin cu el.

~DanubianKnight Oct 31, 2011

Ceva de Noaptea Lupilor nu ai?

~RomanianBard Nov 1, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Nup. sorry

) O sa scriu poate.

~DanubianKnight Nov 1, 2011

Ar trebui.

~RomanianBard Nov 3, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Ma voi documenta si poate voi scrie

~DanubianKnight Nov 5, 2011

Noaptea Sfantului Andrei, cunoscuta si sub denumirile precrestine de Noaptea Lupilor, Noaptea Vrajitoarelor sau Noaptea Strigoilor, este intre 29 si 30 noiembrie. Un fel de Halloween autohton, in care spiritele mortilor, strigoii si duhurile de tot felul colinda liber, in care varcolacii se aduna intr-un loc pustiu din padure unde se lupta ca sa stabileasca cine va fi conducatorul lor pentru urmatorul an, dar si in care au loc tot felul de ritualuri magice, atat de catre vrajitoare, cat si de catre fetele care vor sa afle cu cine se vor marita. In noaptea asta prin satele romanesti nu se doarme, ci se aprind focuri mari care sa tina strigoii si spiritele necurate la distanta, se sta la povesti langa aceste focuri, iar in case se atarna siraguri de usturoi, presupus a proteja de entitatile rele.

~DanubianKnight Nov 5, 2011

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Multumesc, poate voi scrie.

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