This poem describes the poetess’s love for her mother. The poem shows how much her mother sacrificed just so that she could see her children smile.
Black heart is a romantic poem, that describes the intimacy between the speaker and his lover. It describes the pain and pleasure of their bonds.
The speaker in this poem is helpless as she is infectiously consumed by the love and keeps drifting into the darkness of her lover’s soul.
This poem expresses the love of the speaker for autumn. If a year was tucked inside of a clock, then fall would be the magic hour.
free calling k zamane m tumhe yad to nh hoga mgr ek smay credit leke tumse bat kia krta tha tumhe lgta h m tumhe bhul pauga?
Ba-boom,Ba-boom,Ba-boom,Ba-boom the beating on my heart seems to race faster every time I think about you its very strange,yet its the truth I came to realize it when the capture of your words melts deep…
When you hear the word ugly what do you think?what makes a person or someone so special be called ugly? a world so cold mixes up thoughts of us so wrong telling us we are…
While walking down to the bay, With my eyes and ears on the rising and falling waves, I dream of travelling to a time and place, Where the sky and the ocean would come together…
The speaker in the poem wants to get cherry blossom tattooed on her arm to remind her that life isn’t that bad after all. It is a bed of flowers and not just stones. @owlspiritpoetry
The speaker in this poem had once found peace and then lost it somehow. Now she is tired of looking for it at the wrong places to find it again. @owlspiritpoetry
The Sparkling Starry Sky…, by J. W. Cassandra, own poem. The poem belongs to my volume I, “Eternity Arisen to Consciousness”, cycle “Written in Soul-Blaze”. Of course, the wizard in my poem isn’t me, I wrote only on his behalf. The translation is made yesterday, the poem itself in Hungarian, had been written on 10/05. 2011, yet.
Who Are the Damned?, by J. W. Cassandra, own poem. It belongs to my volume III, “Uniting”, cycle “It Falls Out from the Big Riddle”. This poem unties the topic of my previous poem, “In the Middle of Nowhere” and at the same time, is its sequel. Below the Hungarian version you can see the date of writing, that of translation below the English version. Here I share both English and Hungarian Versions.
