A WOMAN OF HONOR
The poem is written by a young Bulgarian poet, named Dobromir Radev.I am translating hies poems in English. The poem is dedicated to all women, like me,dedicated their life to their families, friends and the welfare of society.Hard working, but noble in HEART AND CHARACTER! As many of the women on this site!
Green Shoots (Turning over a new leaf)
Snow blanched fields, soft and bright, naked frost silvered branches reach for the skies. Serenity has descended. The perfect Autumn storm, that tore this leaf from it’s tree-top perch, now a fading, distant memory. The white blanket’s pie
Welcome- CoffeeShop at the Edge of the Universe
Here, at the coffee shop at the edge of the universe, the flowers bleed as if they were hearts, the hearts ooze a darkness like India ink, and poets dip their pens in and they write. "Here at the coffee shop at the edge of the universe,"
Euphony
Euphony from Hell (Elegy for my Great-Aunt Violet) Dreams of fantastic horses galloping out of the sea, the sea itself a dream. Dreams of green on green, an age of slothfulness where one-celled animals blossom, once more, into limbs, b
love loss love
Well, much of it is self explanatory..I was with my wife for ten years, legally, just shy of one year, and she decided she had had enough...not exactly sure what that means...Anyway, after a couple weeks of anger and grief, with the love of my Father in Heaven, and the counsel of my brother in Christ, I persevered! Praise God! And now, with a mended heart, I am ready to pursue and accept the love and relationship that He has waiting for me..
Changing Course
I needed to write about not writing about the players...and I feel better now. My Dad had that Irish wit...and used to tell me "consider the source"....enough said! Peace everyone!!
Poet to Poet 7-25-14 journal entry
"They say the nightingale pierces his bosom with a thorn when he sings his love song. So do we all. How else should we sing?"~Gibran A metaphysical door exists inside us that separates desire from reality. C
Glow
I wrote this poem as i was struggling with my own principality's about my faith. I am a follower of Jesus Christ and learning his ways. i am beginning to see that His ways are the best way to have a good life while here.
TOWARDS YOURSELF
That is a poem of a great Bulgarian romantic , who has passed away 15 years ago. I have translated it for my friends all over the world. All my life it has given me strength, will and optimism to keep on! I would like to add: Yes, we are strong and can overcome every circumstance in life with self-esteem and changing our attitudes. Faith ,Trust and strong Will!
The Poet
I am just reveling in my Libra mystique and mystery!
No One But He
So much is on my mind these days I don't know where to start Agonizing misery From my soul right to my heart Loneliness devours me Consumes my body whole Everybody watches me But death's bell will never toll So I drop to my knees and pray
Better Days
I have often thought about the phrase "They say" but there are never mention of who "the they" were. I don't like that phrase, so rather say "Suzanne and Richard" said not "They".
ALONE BUT NEVER LONELY
I am often alone but I never feel lonely for I know god is for me and if He is for me who can be against me. I have His indwelling Holy Spirit who constantly guides me.
Poet To Poet 7/28/14
a journal entry
THE SIGNS OF GROWING OLD
This poem is about growing old...I wrote it as an encouragement to all who think that growing old is a bad thing. But what they don't realize is that every year that God allow us to see, Even with the aches and pain which we have to endure, it is yet a blessing! At the time I wrote this poem, I was feeling blessed!
Why play chess?
To promote chess in schools.
A Chess Tournament
Silence descends,you could hear a pin drop, the tournament commences, all minds focused, thinking non stop. Two hundred competitors, all wanting to win, deserving of luck for the effort put in. The set, board and clock are the tools of the trad
About Writing
Autobiographical....
Traveller
Fearless artist from beyond I want to die No longer in this darkness I want to lie. Stir a ripple with your hand Rinse your drawing from your sand. Decorate the canvas with your soft strokes They are sleeping Can’t you hear that some are wee
Victory
Winning a game in any sport boosts the confidence and self-belief. Chess is no different.
'Mommy daddy wrote us a poem!'
Little Sara ran into the house with her freckles and a letter 'Mommy, it's a poem from daddy!' Mommy wipes her hands on her apron and turns the heat down on the stove 'O dear! Sara flys into mommys arms and mommy sits Sara on her lap and sa
I am living to my dreams
Just a fleeting thought of many God puts in my head...
Clothiers
I will wear the genius of clouds. My feet will go where feet are flesh & bone. Free, like breath, I will shift, I will float, I will flow beyond the regulations of nations. I will wear melodies of the oceans, whales, percussion of wa
trully beautifull
standing out and being yourself regardless of other peoples expectations
out and about
an amazing winter's saturday.........
Sea
I just wrote it as I was inspired one day sitting down on the banks of hook lite house looking out at the sea and its wildness and beauty.
What has made me a man?
Vazha-Pshavela (26 July 1861 – 10 July 1915) is a pen name of the Georgian poet and writer Luka Razikashvili, one of the best representatives of Georgian literature. "Vazha-Pshavela" literally means "a son from Pshavi" (a mountain district) in Georgian. This is just a humble translation of the poem from Georgian for your pleasure, dear poets.
Hope
. I wrote it years ago when a kid in Manchester and were lots of sky scraper buildings like concrete jungles still are lots like that everywhere in Eire too and not much play space for children with abit of greenery and space to play ,plus not safe as parents can't keep an eye on them kept in their tower blocks iso the kids stay in no garden to play.
Amargi
Amargi,which literally translates to"return to the mother" is the first written word for freedom.king Urukagina was the first ever to use it in recorded history, sometime mid to late 3rd millennium B.C.
Joining the Stars
She stands on the porch in her thin nightgown. The last rays of the day are fading over the horizon. A soft breeze announces evening's arrival. As she sits on the hard wooden railing. Two birds fly among the treetops, heading home.
Writing Visions
Reading all the awesome poetry here from such talented poets just sparked me to write about writing visions which poets do! All the visions I read, see and feel here are truly a gift!
HOW??????
Love and appreciation. Looking through the eyes of love, I can see love and beauty in every one and in all of creation! Hopefully to lift someone's spirit! Blessed! God is good!
Clean
Thank you reader for your visit. Good day to all, J
A Conscience Mind
Be aware of disappointments they are self-placed; widening the gap of guilt and uncertainty You are unique and natural, a perfect vessel espousing to do great things as directed by GOD God has granted the perfect opportunity removing all obsta
Finding the You in U
Finding the You in U To find the wonderful person in you, you have to share time and adventures with yourself. Take a world cruise or a simple adventure with just you. Take the time to get to know you, enjoying every personal port, and stop along
How Do I Live a Joyful Life?
How Do I Live a Joyful Life? Being blessed to wake up is a joy. As I give thought to the layout of my day, framing my moves to what I will do next, I count it as joyful. Knowing sometimes what I will face at work and sometimes before I leave home,
All of We are One
All of We are one; Abandoning our egos and emotions to embrace the wholeness of the world around us is a healthier state of being All of We are one; The awakening of our own consciousness allows us to journey outside of ourselves and embrace a w
Who casts the first stone?
I realize much strife has arisen on this site..I for one apologize for any undue stress I may have caused without foresight..But when God made the world he said it was good, not perfect..I think we can still have our bit of Utopia if we don't lose faith..I appreciate all my poet brothers and sisters on here..I've been here a little over two years and do not regret one minute..I try and see the good in all people and don't see myself as above others.. Thank you... Love and light... Genesis 1:31
My Prayer for YOU/US
Two thousand thirteen ushered us into the re-acquaintance of our renewed friendship, not lost but put aside. Lord how do we reconcile the reality of such deep and divine love that we have for each other and not be selfish in contributing to the mise
Hope
Hope is the birthplace of our dreams; it’s perched in our souls. Hope sings an eternal song avoiding all impossibilities with a returning option. Hope is like an undistinguished flame that shouldn’t ever fully burn out. Hope allows us to not hit r
A Remote yet crowded Church
the woods are my pastime church. I enter with solemnity. I find peace , harmony and a feeling of being as close to God as possible. I have found that the woods arE THE "CHURCH OF THE WOLVES and they will challenge your right to be on their sacred lair.
it don't matter......
everyone has a reason to express themselves .........