How to love mE? Should I teach you, how to love mE?Should I keep you, how to have mE?There is nothing more to know Should I peep you, how to touch mE?It was close to…
Bare branches. When stripped of leaves, do they know that spring returns again? Broken hearts. When nooses beckon, do they know that love will heal the pain?
You’ll hate me when I tell my truth. My feelings splattered on the page. Still wet the tears, though blood runs dry. Your feelings locked in wound lined cage.
Love’s Philosophy is a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley where the speaker of the poem is trying to woo the addressee. S/he calls for their union stating that it is the divine law of nature.
“Abou Ben Adhem” is a short poem that says the best expression of the love of God is the love for fellow human beings. It’s neither the prayers nor the church services that get you in the good books of God.
This is the second (not in order of writing) of a series that I wrote as an Army Officer posted along the Chinese border in the Himalayas. I went through a period of extreme creative intensity along with a need to self destruct. From several poems that I wrote during that period, I have discarded many but have preserved around 25 which I plan to share on this site, along with a series of stories from a totally different period. In addition to, and alongside my army career, and a corporate career spanning 22 years, I have been a stage and screen actor, and playwright. Some of the poems that I plan to share have been performed on stage as they lend themselves to physicalization. Currently, I use a methodology that I have evolved called “CorporateTheatre” to facilitate experiential learning in high-performance leadership and team dynamics for corporate leadership and teams. This has been welcomed across several Indian and multinational organizations.
She treated him like he was a thorn in her side He didn’t stalk her, but would leave her wide eyed Rose to the occasion, didn’t cut short the life of a rose Displayed his…
You left me drowning in the middle of the ocean. But instead of screaming for help, I found myself diving back into you.
In “the red, red rose”, Robert Burns is directly speaking to his love. He wants to convey how he will love her till eternity. The distance between them is just physical and temporary.
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Alden, My Prince of Peace With unbridled passion this being faces each new day this body with mind works mechanically knowing that come the night – Peace is certain. – As I lay my head upon your chest legs tangled beneath our covers I can close my eyes – You are my peace. Maria myra trudel 2015
I Dream Of Your Raven Locks, by J. W. Cassandra. This love poem I share it for a request of one of my beloved and kind friend. It was written yet in 2013, I placed it to my volume 11, “Rescuer, Come!”, cycle “Love, Lasting for Eons”. The “I” in the poem of course, not me, it’s the lyric “I”. I have more of similar poems and maybe, I’ll share them later. These poems of the cycle tell of a love that lasts through eons, millions of years. And sometimes, the human mind can remember of this unique, pure love. This poem is one of these love poems, overarching eons and serving as signs of sg important. The most important that can bind and rise beings at all. I share it in Hungarian, as well.
I Dream Of Your Raven Locks, by J. W. Cassandra. This love poem I share it for a request of one of my beloved and kind friend. It was written yet in 2013, I placed it to my volume 11, “Rescuer, Come!”, cycle “Love, Lasting for Eons”. The “I” in the poem of course, not me, it’s the lyric “I”. I have more of similar poems and maybe, I’ll share them later. These poems of the cycle tell of a love that lasts through eons, millions of years. And sometimes, the human mind can remember of this unique, pure love. This poem is one of these love poems, overarching eons and serving as signs of sg important. The most important that can bind and rise beings at all. I share it in Hungarian, as well.
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I See You Ever by My Heart, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem belongs to my volume 17th, “This Is You!”, cycle “Gentle Spring Breathe”. So far, this poem is the latest one from this cycle. It speaks rather of spiritual then mundane love… I share it in English and Hungarian. The cycle is unfinished yet, I’ll work on it.
