online today!salamuna Poetry (60)

I've finally matured.
I'm starting to notice
How the hands of a clock
Scroll the time.
I realize I'm already not twenty.
So, I am not shy to cry .
I love nature and
I enjoy Aprils wind
And for the first time
I can see
That some things
Are deafeningly " too Late".
My voice trembles
Treacherously in my poems
The universe is right,
Our life just makes circles
On the water,
And I rejoice it,
Following the flow....

People are coming
And leaving our life
Just like trains...
Hypocritical ones and real,
For a moment , like playing games...
Some will go deep
Into your soul
Whilst the others
Are like a going away smoke...
Coming... leaving...
Both leave a mark
In your heart.
But one day
When some of them
Will knock into your door
You will quietly say-
Sorry, there is no space
For you anymore.....

Rain and wind in my face,
Thunder above the masts.
You happened to me
Like a storm to a ship.
I don't know what comes next...

Will I be broken by grief,
Or will I dissolve in my life.
I'm both scared and happy,
Like that ship,
Which is still alive

I don't have any regret
We have suddenly met
You was my best mistake
And I'm not afraid
To lose you now

When I listen to the sounds of rain,
I can hear a music of peace.
It whispers to me as if -
"All will be over again"
I will listen to the music of rain
And its water,
Coming from heaven,
Flow through my hands.
There always comes a sunrise
After any sunset.
Let every destiny be blessed
Just listen to the music of rain

If you look at the sky for a long time,
You will see the stars falling.
I'm throwing them for you out
Of the rainbow with my paw!
If you look at the sky for a long time,
You will see white white clouds,
Those are me and my comrades,
Running after each other
Across the rainbow!
If suddenly from a gray cloud,
The rain starts dripping
Onto the ground,
This is me and my comrades ,
WE MISS you...
AND WE start crying...

The smell of sea foam,
The color of burning leaves
The sound of a flying wedge of cranes
It is autumn, my friend!
Only the boulevard lamp is in bloom ,
On cast iron branches
Illuminating the darkness.
It is autumn, my friend!
The trembling thoughts about
How to save all your loved ones
It is autumn, my friend!
And the tears of love
To everything that dies now
Without this love.
It is autumn, my friend!

The boy lived
In anticipation of miracles,
He believed
It would come out of nowhere
Unexpectedly and forever
He didn't believe
In ridiculous dogmas,
In the silence
Of unshakable walls...
And even at times he looked naive,
He couldn't live
Any other way
He was just awaiting for his miracles,
For his fairy tales
And then one day
Everything what used to be just a dream
Suddenly happened to him
And here it is-
Unthinkable a moment ago
It turned out exactly the way
He dreamed of
And it seemed
He should be happy, but for
Some reason
He stood and cried
Looking out of his window...

People, what is happening to us?
Conscience under anesthesia,
And the souls have gone blind
Every day there is less and less
Honor,
Less and less light

We're going with the flow
And our hope fades
We're burning down
Filling our emptiness
With fragments of faith.

I'm standing on the edge of the abyss
And my scream breaks
The vanity of existence
Turning melancholy into words.

There is nothing more in my soul.
Only grief and sadness.
And a little bit of warmth.
I'm silent.
Am I already dead?
My pain is terrible.
Blood flows everywhere

God! tell me it is just
A bad dream!
The world has gone blind.
The world has gone deaf
The earth is burning.
Where is Your love now?
At least try to leave
Them a memory of the place,
Where their children's bright dreams
Could be saved.
And a bar mitzvah
On the last night before the war.
I'm silent. I concentrate on the pain.
Please tell me it"s just a bad dream

I don't know what will happen next
Am I losing myself,
Do I need some rest?
Every day lasts for me
Like a year
Friends are flying away
Only I remain on the earth

I've been waiting for spring for so long
I don't cry,
I can be very strong
We have only one life with you
I will wait
Underneath the sky of blue
Just don't be so silent
Talk to me
Doesn't matter
If it is true, or lies
I don't look back,
I don't have any regrets
Just don't be so silent
Talk to me

The Flying Dutchman glides on waves.
That image haunts me for many days,
It raises questions
And some quests work
Who is this strange wandering shade ?

Where is his harbor or his port?
Maybe he is reckless?
Maybe not.
Is he not too welcoming?
No, rather silent and strange .
Can he not come back ?
It doesn't matter anyway.
Is he a corvette,
Galleon, caravel or frigate?
Nobody knows it,
But yet I confess
He really exists
As a shade,
Drifting in my dreams

More and more
I want to keep silence
In response to the said nonsense,
Less and less
I want to scream,
When someone's speech
Is a sheer rudeness.
More and more
The beauty that the nature breathes
Is clearly visible
But less and less
The music is heard
Since no one hears it ...