Spring-dream, by J. W. Cassandra, own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Thanatos and Hypnos. I share it both in English and Hungarian.
Vanity by J. W. Cassandra, own poem. The poem belongs to my volumes III, Uniting, cycle Grievance of Returning. I share it in 2 pictures, both in English and Hungarian. The photo for illustration is made by me.
Mimi’s beauty is a beauty poem that describes the beauty of the speaker’s beloved. He is in love with the woman so magical, and he now knows what real beauty is.
Tha path is a poem by Daniel Tokede that describes the necessity to remain positive during the thicks and thins of life. We need to keep moving no matter what.
The proposal is a love poem, a narrative of a perfect proposal. When the man is on his knees ready to take his woman like a queen for the rest of their lives.
Awelewa is a romantic poem that describes the feelings of the speaker for his beloved. A beautiful narrative that is relatable for every single soul in love.
They Spring from the Same Source, by J. W. Cassandra, own poem. The poem belongs to my volumes III, Uniting, cycle Eternal Word. I share it in 2 pictures, both in English and Hungarian. The photo for illustration is made by me.
A heartbreak poem, where the speaker expresses his agony and torment due to lies that were told to her. She wonders if she is the only one suffering or is it both ways.
Pure Light Dances Its Primordial Dance, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra, own poem. The poem doesn’t belong to any of my 18 volumes yet. I share it in 2 pictures, both in English and Hungarian. The photo for illustration is made by me.
My Golden Tears, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra, own poem. The poem doesn’t belong to any of my 18 volumes yet. I share it in 2 pictures, both in English and Hungarian. I wrote essentially 2 versions in Hungarian, then I made them in one only. This last version, I upload here, after sharing the English poem.
This poem is about the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen. There was a depth to her that cannot be described in words. But I am not sure if she was for real or I was just intoxicated by the thing in my hands.
you feel so down when your interest died down you welcome silence when thousands question arise inside your head you hate it but never tried to answer you feel lost like you are inside the wilderness because you choose not to dream again .
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Krishna…. Though this poem the speaker is trying to show her love and devotion for her lord. In this dark world, she is trying to find light under his feet.
