The Timeless Time My favorite café is near the Cathedral There I listen to the church bells ringing and the sights of the past Hustling people do not have time to count psalms They simply take visual photos, Carrying with them, memories of a legend they don’t know Never learning anything about soulful prayers Again…
Tag: Confessions
Marian Eikelhof
Confessions This is the truth I love you. I hide my sadness Escaping into silence Look for the emergency exit, yet… Every moment of the day I breathe you. No one in the world Not even you, yourself, Can stop me from loving you.. For as a matter of fact I do. Maybe you became…
Alicja Maria Kuberska
Ryan Hreljac Life-giving water In the desert, the cracked soil begs for a downpour The cloudless sky is sparse in rain Clouds follow different paths and they rarely dance above the gray land. The merciful mother Earth gives people the gift of oases and underground rivers. Artesian wells make dreams come true about clean water…
Aprilia Zank
Jungle we have been together so long that our cuttings have grown to trees a jungle with greenish snakes around tender boughs juices dripping from overripe fruit behind supple stems feline eyes lying in wait the greedy scream mating whispers monkeys sniggering and again one was too weak – in our bedroom the python’s digesting…
Maria A. Miraglia
The Chalice No one knows if the sacred narrative is like the church fathers tell us Collected events from too distant a past reported by rumors that speak of hell and heaven of Cain and Abel of the Magdalen the snake and the apple Everything suggests imaginary stories For foolish and gullible people Told in…
Stacia Lynn
Abandoned Heart- Unrequited Love She walked along an empty street; The darkness of night blanketing her soul. Left destitute and depleted. Once full of life; A heart that beat strong With passionate love, Was now barren. Exhausted, from the existence Of a tragic romance. She bestowed every depth of her being; Extending her hand- Finding…
Valentina Novković
Wrong Roads Sometimes the heart fills up and becomes bigger than a cloud, thoughts get condensed into a ball from which mothers will not knit scarves. In him, in that heart, the whistles of the winds do not herald rains, nor do they send signs from the sky. In him, in that heart as quiet…
Maria do Sameiro Barroso
On A Bright Sunny Day I’m feeding a snake, a living snake, a poisonous snake on a bright sunny day under fig and orange trees, while cuckoos sing over the deep black well where my face shines in silent waters. I’d like to dive and drown, belonging forever to the faraway mist of waters, sea…
Marija Najthefer Popov
Man Is Helpless I am in the minefield, An obliterated place, I feel the rain of death every hour, Pouring down the skies, On the innocent people, Men, women and children, I know what it’s like when they hate the killers, And it’s not their fault if they hate, And when the smell of death…
Silvana Dimitrievska
Confession I see my reflection in the water of the stream and confess: There is nothing heavier than the eye of man, he will see everything, he will desire everything, he will collect everything in himself. I saw the mountain and wished for its size. To be strong and powerful. To stand firm under the…
Maja Trajkovic
The Confession You, who read me, are waiting for a poem how can I write it when blood is flowing? from my chest and around them punctuation marks-brackets like merry sardines they carve out new services of my firm intentions to wash my face and to repent of your custom. Let me examine my heart,…
Dušan Gojkov
№ 1 she sadly, packing winter clothes in the closet trying to remember where has she lost the past year which was the first and last for many things he leaning against the bed writes meaningless pathetic verses which do not even rhyme but actually trying to remember how and where the heck did he…
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