Most Commented Sonnet Poems (335)

Atunci cand sa trece ciudat si imi pierd iubirile mele, unul cate unul
Asa c*m am mers in jos pe drumul vietii cu draga durere a avut loc
Apoi apare vestitorul zorilor, nou-a gasit soare
Si cu ea este ridicat toate problemele mele si ultimele mele lacrimi
Gasi drumul lor spre pamant plangand - in cele din urma singuratate
Timp trecator pentru a da o tristete rula mult mai meritat
Tu mi-ai iubirea mea, impodobite cu un zambet, ras si pace
Mi se pare multumire nu in moarte, ci in prezenta ta
Viata ta animal a luat un concediu de mine stiu prea curand
Ma simt pasii mei devin atat de usor, deoarece exista un sens
In lume, sub lumina stelelor si stralucirea lunii,
Moartea, nu poate, in ciuda lovitura lui trist, desparti imbratisarea noastra
Am rezolvat, draga iubit pisica Lilly, sa nu fie niciodata in afara
Stralucesti, ca un copac vesnic verde, pentru totdeauna in inima mea.

When its passing strange and I lose my loves one by one
As I walk down on the road of life with grief held dear
Then appears the herald of the dawn, the new-found sun
And with it is lifted all my woes and my last tears
Find their way to the weeping ground - at last solitude
Fleeting time to sorrow gives a much deserved run
You my love, graced me with a smile, laughter and peace
I find contentment not in death but in your presence
Your animal life took leave of me I know all too soon
I feel my steps become so light since there is a sense
In the world, underneath starlight and glow of the moon,
Death, cannot despite his rueful blow, sever our embrace
We resolved, dear beloved cat Lilly, never to be apart
You shine, like an evergreen tree, forever in my heart.

Will peace be not gone only by and by
Fall away like summer days asunder
Now only a thin ribbon of blue sky
Swept aside by gloomy warring thunder

Fast do the dark clouds of reproach return
Swim and swirl in the swamp of lost desire
War only so lost in a fire could burn
Such jealousy stacked so neatly on a pyre

Will peace like flowers grow faded and old
Keeping pressed between the pages of time
What of a story that was never told
Holy words mere muffled sounds of a chime

Only when we let love conquer boldness
Can we trust each other in holiness

Deep in a forest dwells a secret cave
Hidden from time generations ago
Entrance buried during earthquake shock wave
And landslide caused by its laminar flow

Whence was habitat for an early tribe
Did become an ancient tomb thus enshrined
To what race of man, for they to ascribe
Became a burial place being mined

Day the ‘dozer let in daylight contain
A time capsule was discovered once more
A prehistoric world under the moraine
Once lost in time now ready to explore

Rare in the records of time immortal
We ever walk back through an old portal

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way
because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I nor you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep
it is your eyes that close.

The wheels turn the noise echos on the tracks voices heard chit a chat music loud deafens ones ears
One longs for peace and solitude
Destination known
One travels to destinations end

where one goes one is unknown till one arrives

when it rains,
i am thinking about
my childhood.
i had a dream to become famouse.
i tried so much to get the top,
but failed many times.
i couldnt stop it,
because i want to win,
like the sky,
which trying by pouring water to earth
as it rains,
to make the earth to a big sea.
but it tring every time,
untill its dream become true...

dreams are like flowers
every one like dreams
some dreams are beautifull
some of them are bad as
flowers with bad smell
some dreams are liked to be long
and others are short.
but every one need dreams
and as they need flowers.

For is your sweetness born of strife and pain?
A bleeding wound brought forth by razor lips.
Like oceans drowning 'neath the heaven's rain,
Your soul, it now upon these shadows sips?
But do those shadows quench that burning thirst?
Or does it, like a lonely dune, persist?
And empty rooms may close upon you cursed,
But soon the light will burn away the mist.
For in you burns the flames of loves unrest,
The burning pyres releasing you to dream.
Don't let lies sleep heavy upon your breast,
When breaking through is easy as a scream.

So scream upon the breaking of the day,
And drop your chains and let them fall away.

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My childhood was left behind
Now i am an old man
Forgiving mankind
i do my utmost as i can

Love laces in order to bind
Sometimes i feel like an icy pan
Human touch that i don´t find...
Maybe i am your unknown fan

You know you aren´t mine
As far as i see
i couldn´t reach...

There isn´t sunshine
Oh my honey bee
At this naked beach

BANISHED

SO LIKE DIG THIS, IT WAS MY BEST FRIEND ALAN'S FUERAL BUT I WAS BANNED
WELL SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO THINK TWICE BEFORE YOU UNDERSTAND
THEY THOUGHT ME A MURDERER, AS IF I HAD TAKEN HIS LAST DAYS
THE THING THEY DIDN'T KNOW WAS ALAN AND I WERE BOTH LOST IN A MAZE

THEY LOOKED AT ME AS IF I WERE SCUM, TRASH AND DISPENSIBLE
WELL IF YOU ASK ME THEY WERE ACTING LIKE THAT BECAUSE THEY WEREN'T SENSIBLE
HAD THEY SEEN THROUGH THE CURTAIN I WASN'T THE ONE PULLING ALAN'S STRINGS
BUT DENIAL AND TRANSFERENCE ARE WHAT DEATH TOO OFTEN BRINGS

AS A MATTER OF FACT NO ONE AT ALL COULD TELL ALAN WHAT TO DO
ALAN WOULD SWALLOW A HANDFULL WHILE I JUST A FEW
THAT WAS ALAN, SO ALIVE HE THOUGHT HE'D BE ALIVE PAST ME FOR SURE
BUT NO ONE KNOWS HOW ONE WILL REACT TO A WORM ON A HOOK OR A LURE

SO THE USHERS USHERED ME OUT BY ALAN'S MOTHER'S DEMAND
AND I DIDN'T GO EASY, THEY HAD ME BY MORE THAN MY HAND
I REMEMBER HEARING THE SISTER AND OH HOW SHE CRIED
WHILST I, HIS BEST FRIEND, WEPT LOUDLY OUTSIDE
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