As the moving force of the many things, poetry deserves its places here, dont you think?:)

Tell me where dreams speak the truth

Where all my illusions are more than dust

And although there is no eternal youth

There is something else…

 

Higher than hope and deeper than faith

Something different than all routines

Where our souls deserves to rest

After being freed…

 

Choose me over the world

Ignite the passion within the dying

So they may be also free

When their time turns to nothing…

this poem is special as the person to whom its dedicated :))

keeping friends, one of the virtues i know, but tend to forget easily:(

 

Secret in the Steel

 

As always, blank piece of paper

That screams at me with its whiteness

Much like the storm of the dreamer

And nothing like the silence…

Secret in the Steel

 

Where are all those, promised words?

Lost somewhere between the lines

I`m cursed to seek something there

Which cannot be found

A secret in the Steel…

 

And it is there where did i learned

From someone who appear just as small

That true strength is to forgive

Not to destroy…

 

A secret to one that is known to her

Smile hidden under all those masks

Many of which cannot be heard

By the cry of the past…

Secret in forgiving…

Fall oath

 

I have Sun frozen in my soul

Its purpose forgotten but its dreams endure

Whos will to burn is only matched

By the embrace of its icy cull...

 

It is not a power given, to use it at my own free will

But a curse bestowed gently

So me too could endure the burden that comes with it

With power...

 

Scent of summer carried upon the wind of hearts

Where my hopes are standing still

In the gardens of eternal fall

My golden chains...

 

It is not the fear itself

It is not the outcome of this battle

But something more than both

More than me...

Bashaw, do you want only original poems here. or can you place your favorites here too? :unsure:

original:)

to feel the poem is to feel the fraction of poet`s soul

it does not need to be grand or immortal poem of well known artist

"just" some honest, deep verses of immortal spirit :))

Wow, then I have to translate my most dearest poem first. Thank you for your answer. :o

to translate a poem?

that is rare and remarkable talent, as most meanings of verses are 

lost in translation, you need to know those languages extremely well

while feeling the poem in both..

So i can't join this quest, I don't read Montenegron, you don't read Dutch.

 

I wrote some pretty good onces, but how can I let you read them? :huh:

this is a quest? :huh:

this is a quest? :huh:

from the look of it no

ahahah, it is not quest:D

well, poetry is primarily meant for its "native" language

dont know :(

Bashaw, I still don't get it. You want people to make new poems in English here? :unsure:

Bashaw, I still don't get it. You want people to make new poems in English here? :unsure:

 

Read what he wrote

 

ahahah, it is not quest:D

well, poetry is primarily meant for its "native" language

dont know  :(

 

What he means is that poetry is best in its natural language. Translations can make a wonderful poem ugly.

 

If you are posting poems here, post them in english. But he welcomes if you try to translate your poems.

that is right:))

if you can write poems, write on english, dont translate ones you wrote

on your native language, although i would like to see such effort:)

so put some verses guys, i`m looking forward to it :))

No pain, no words

No dreams or hopes

I lost it all.

although the some of greatest poets have that rare "power"

to put one poem in few verses, even in one verse...

your poem is deep but painfully precise, it lacks the question

it suits you well though;)

 

"I was killed by a word too strong" (ubi me prejaka rijec)-branko miljkovic

Winter, cold

 

And  then all of a sudden

 

There is spring

 

Blossom

much better:)

dont write poems if you are "dry", wait for inspiration :))

Take me by the hand, shrouded in ice

Remove the ring that has all winters

Take my soul away from the sight

From cold sorrow`s fiery fingers…

 

Where it cant reach light of the dawn

Frozen in time, in my own escape

Spare the suffering from my mind

And my smile from the hate…

 

Truth is never what soul would want

What white lies are hidden beneath

How to get Steel sky of my head

And clouded ground under my feet…

 I see you as the wind, trapped

 In the hair of the past

Screaming with no one to hear

 How those chains are not so vast

But which holds your dreams so very near...

 

And still, you cant reach them

The distance measured by strides of time

 And every second, every hope you hold dear

 Is taken away in the hair of the past...

 

 I see you as phoenix

 Immortal soul in flames of battle

Every feather an unyielding mark

 Of conquered death, from imprisoned life...

 

 Never stop!

 Never falter and back away

Never be the spark

When you can be, when you are

 Eternal flame in ocean of the dark...

Touched of light and cast into darkness

To dream about all things that should be lived

Lost in songs and embraced by Silence

To live the things that should be dreamed…

 

And cursing the moments that didnt happen

So long ago, as they should be

Instead of them there is only Silence

Part of my soul, universe of my wish…

 

Waiting for that song, that will never end

For her words, in which heaven sleep

Seeking for the music that will never rest

Across her voice, across eternity…

Powerful words, young enchanter. :)

"verses":P

ahahhaahhah, thank you:))

ah...I shall give wit to one on the spur.  I will take three objects from in front of me at this desk and then write a few lines of prose

 

speaker

light

picture

 

 

On light obscured paper, bind

a picture from the mortal mind

of thoughts of bliss and agony,

on dreams of love and felony.

The speaker tells a truth of sorts

A photo captures light but thwarts

a vision of mind's feelings there

the unseen verse, tangential fare.

[SIGSEGV]

Edited November 12, 201411 yr by Ackshan Bemunah