All that I want from you is smile
This is what Tsisperi Trio (Blue Trio) is singing about. Listen to the music and follow the lines in English, and hope you will really enjoy the music! Happy New Year, my dear poets!
Memorys fade
There may come a time When memory of places that we used to be Fade away and die like last years autumn leaves I will close my Eyes I still see your shinning smile and in my heart I will be with you once more
Hear your voice I over again
Afanasy Fet (1820 —1892) - a renowned Russian poet regarded as the finest master of lyric verse in Russian literature. A romantic song of the same name is attached. Translated the lyrics of the romance. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, dear poets!!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJdWqTze2WU
The lonely wolf
Compare myself a little lonely and stressed from people fall in love eith objects more in a relationship than their soul mate and start getting disconnected from the spiritual source of love.
traces
dark dull agony inside, always like a companion
Thinking of you
Simple words have a deep love story
THE HARDEST THING I EVER HAD TO DO (WAS MAKE MYSELF LEAVE YOU)
These things happen to the best of humanity! Somewhere in this is a good country love song!
Chains of the Heart
Within the pails of shattered dreams, the lies of tongues, twisted and foul. Beneath the tears of molten streams, the jest of minds, riven with scowl. Does it matter anymore? Straight into my heart's descent, far below a life's ascent. What
Heartbreak
Instantly feelings
What does it take to be a Poet?
Today someone asked me "what does it take to be a poet?" & I, feeling flippant, (because I am wearing an 18th century dress & think myself in love), answer: "determination, talent, & the desire to have your soul torn out &
Beneath the Surface
Wish you could know, it's profound to see. The secrets, the pain, that's all you can read? In the darkest of night, what do you perceive? The remnants of a man, destroyed for the thrill? The scars of a father unable to heal? You look in my e
The Lonesome Dove
I wanted to write this for my wife who passed away suddenly after a short illness, cos i want to tell her once more, that i love her, but i cant cos shes gone away now forever.
I Miss You So Much!
Love again - there's no escape from it! Another translation of our Georgian poet. This must have been his first love - as it seems from the poem, but we all could relate, the most cherished and poignant memories are with the first love - no other love could compare!
Magic Spell for Love's return
Oh for a candle I could light to draw you close... Oh for a poppet made like you, with your own lovely body sewn again of cloth, with your own pale unseeing eyes, with your manhood sweetly curving, remade in wax or clay.... Oh for an herb
Broken man
True story about my first real love affair when I was twenty four.
Silent tears
Dreams that haunt me
Not the same
Not the same Now that he's gone. Not the same without his love. It's like I'm empty inside I just wanna crowl and die. Why did you leave me? If you was all I ever had Why did you abandoned me? When i needed you by my side.
Gift from God
Roaming the county just to see if there was anyone there to amuse me Choices were slim, faces few then lo and behold, I saw you. A familiar face looking back at me with deep, dark eyes that make it hard to breathe. In real life we weren't
A Stranger's Eyes
I walk along the street And I'm blue and lonely. My childhood hurts this love For my one and only. Searching other's eyes For love's deep abyss. The ocean in my soul Drowns in a stranger's kiss. I'm lost without a woman Directionless a
Empty
I trusted someone until i learned he went behind my back and wrote lies. Now i'm standing ?? up for myself. Thanks, pink.
Feel Like a Fool
I wrote this back in February, shortly after Valentine's Day, when I found out my girlfriend at the time was unfaithful.
SPICED-RAINBOW DROPS
Memories of you and me tumbled for free inside me We met over Google without a doodle We talked through glass Sun was shining on our grass We swam in our words Music played without chords We flew through the universe Slowly a dark green
A story of a false fairy tale!
I send this as an e-mail to a Lady some years back, who had been very important to me in a relationship, that broke up after 5 months under the same roof. Her answer was very short, "what remorse"
CUPCAKE FLAKES
Glass of snow didn’t glow brightly in your voice There was no Poppy of choice You were in a fog You let me sink into a bog Leaves were falling from the trees Wind was blowing your name to the vampire centuries Your words were silk snakes
HARRY POTTER'S MAGICAL WAND
My thoughts kept running back to you Why did you ever come into my life Remembered the first day when my eyes lied themselves on you The day was bathed in sunlight You stood there gold in your hair. Our eyes met for a second My heart was
HIGHWAY OF LONELINESS
Stood on the highway of loneliness Saw your face on every passing car Walked on the beach of heartbreaks Every wave whispered your name Ran through my tears Did not want to feel the memories of us Every star spelled your name With every
REMAINS
No longer can you see her In her physical shell But she remains. When the wind musses your hair It is her fingers you feel. When the sun rises It is her glow that reflects off the water. When it rains It is her love falling onto you. She is
Chant for Lover's Return
Oh for a candle I could light to draw you close... Oh for a puppet made like you, with your own lovely body sewn again of cloth, with your own pale unseeing eyes, with your manhood sweetly curving, remade in wax or clay.... Oh for an herb
Vokzal
Vokzal is a railway station in Russian. Performed by Russian singer and actress Yekaterina Guseva. The music is all important here. I translated lyrics in case you get interested in what Yekaterina is singing about. It's all about parting - the same old sad story. I am sure all of us know well the bitterness of it. No bitter partings and good luck in love, dear poets!
Too Much!
The downside of experience is a certain amount of collateral damage,.... back to the lovey-dovey stuff shortly
I will always find you
I will always find you when you need me to I will always love you, even thou we are apart I will always find you when you are lonely. I Will Always love you when you need me to i will Keeping my arms wide open, when you figure th
Life can be cruel
I live to see what I can be, as long as I believe in me The world can be harsh, and can be cruel at times But keep your head up, and smile once in a while So you may be stressed, and upset and annoyed And you end up lashing out, at one's
storys from the past
There was this girl,27 years ago,cant remember her name,always thought of her as the ice princess because she had those eyes. The ones that are not quit grey and not quit blue,almost colorless,just and edge of shade around the iris.She was one of the
High Above
High above - somewhere in the firmament Before we're born it seems our die is cast And destiny amid this life's entanglement Shines softly forth - like moonlight on a path. Our loves and lovers neither of us know The folly of our youth - tru
Tears in the Attic
The devasting feeling of lost love..
Underneath
Something I wrote long ago for a friend in need. Now I think anyone who's been going through a rough relationship could use this as insight to self. I hope you like & I welcome feedback.
My Wandering Star
A poem about Megan - my first girlfriend - and my first love - in High School. A recollection of a moment of introspection, one Summer's night at Wentworth Falls Lake. (In the Upper Blue Mountains; about 100 km west of Sydney). Thanks for all your reads - lcbr.
The GATE
the pathway in our lives are likened to choices or vice versa, for me I looked into my own self and wrote this poem, long ago now but for me it still rings true, Thanks for reading it and adding your comments.
Orphans in the heart
The difference between platonic, unrequited, and consummated love? If we knew all of the differences we would be wise indeed.
No tears left to shed
You broke my heart No tears left to shed In the beginning No words need be said We felt the same about each other Where did all this trouble come from No tears left to shed Could It I'm be dead Or could it be I've been hurt I was
Inspired Folly
The title is based on Professor Higgins quote in "Pygmalion". "What is life but a series of inspired follies." From my experience...too true.
Better off single
Cheating men