There are countless things which can turn into pain. This time read about the same pain – which you have known till now – in my poetic narrative. Hope you will strangely like the feeling of the pain while reading through the words. . Don’t forget to put your thoughts after, in the comment section. . CLICK ON THIS AND READ THE FULL BLOG NOW! . LINK TO MY OTHER BLOGS https://oceansight.godaddysites.com/
Lust: Is it bad that I lust for her? More than I love her But still don’t want to hurt her She looks beautiful in my eyes But her personality is not pretty in my…
(2010) “Are you judging me? Are you judging me?” I say to the woman behind the mirror. I stand before my reflection and stare into her hollow accusative eyes. She stays with me, uninvited; a…
Canada’s Watchdogs: To the government, from Canadian’s I’m sorry, Mr. Prime Minister, I can’t provide for me and/or my family; the dogs ate my country. It is some of you, who set the dogs loose-…
This is a poem about exploring and trying to decode the question as to ‘What’s the point?’. And about receiving varied answers from people from varied walks of life. And all of them being right. The speaker chooses the one that seems perfect to her.
Enchantment of the Soul, by J. W. Cassandra: this poem is one of the latest that I managed to work out for sharing. It wasn’t placed yet into any of my volumes. I wrote newer ones again but there’s no free time for sharing. I’ll do so later. I shared this poem in my website along with my other writings. The image I took from it. I hope you’ll like the poem. I’ll share it in Hungarian, as well.
Enchantment of the Soul, by J. W. Cassandra: this poem is one of the latest that I managed to work out for sharing. It wasn’t placed yet into any of my volumes. I wrote newer ones again but there’s no free time for sharing. I’ll do so later. I shared this poem in my website along with my other writings. The image I took from it. I hope you’ll like the poem. I’ll share it in Hungarian, as well.
Hung over the walls and corner the blind sacred a silent watcher SEEING things which are secrets LISTENING things that are whispers UNWRAPPING lies hidden in your truths COUNTING defeats you confuse with victories OBSERVES…
This is a really beautiful and lively poem by Sappho full of merriment, hope, and joy. Hesper is the one who is bringing the happy bridegroom to the bride for their ‘happily-ever-after’.
On teachers day I am sharing a poem about some of my favorite teachers from elementary school. I can’t forget those precious moments in my life.
The sleek falling down the sky, A little bitter than a coffee grain, Yowls in the creak of floors, I’ve heard your beating heart miles ago!!! They flutter ,they rupture, I’ll walk on u…
If the Soles of the Night are Velvet, by J. W. Cassandra: this is one of my poems written recently. I share it in English and in Hungarian, as well. I haven’t placed it yet into any of my volumes. I hope you’ll like it. Illustration is from Pixabay, by WikiImages. J. W. Cassandra: Ha az éj talpa bársony: ezt a versemet mostanában írtam, még egyik kötetembe sem soroltam be. Megosztom mind angolul, mind magyarul. Remélem, tetszeni fog. Illusztráció: WikiImages, Pixabay.
If the Soles of the Night are Velvet, by J. W. Cassandra: this is one of my poems written recently. I share it in English and in Hungarian, as well. I haven’t placed it yet into any of my volumes. I hope you’ll like it. Illustration is from Pixabay, by WikiImages.
In the bright clear sky endless stars where are an unnoticed, lonely and dull he was there too light couldn’t reach there all is left is dark would it go to the abyss or somebody…
Root and Wing, by J. W. Cassandra: my poem is one of the newest ones. It was written in a nadir mood and after surviving it, I found this poem… It was only a flash but the atmosphere of the poem may give something important. I hope so. Well, I share my poem as a nadir that is a starting point at the same time, up and higher than imagination can make us. Now I share the Hungarian version. Illustration by Emerson, Pixabay.