In silent september i slept
profoundly
in a desperate hibernation
in a cove where poets die
...
modern lies, they ask
but may be ancient and well hid
what glows inside
...
I can not bear
the loneliness of others
or the sun that is not my
...
when the man's hope comes to us
all the rays of the life
lies by your side
to give you strength and warmth
...
Nor needed to be so beautiful as well
or thin eyes
that comes with attraction redemptive
...
Where is the poetry?
if the poet left it
if his words have become tired
as much as he is
...
You were among the flower of cherry trees
and you carried me so lovingly
and
while the fragrance reached
...
I met a gentleman tonight
and he introduced himself to me
meek and quiet
...
in my eternal search
white face and deep eyes
but with inspirations ~ highs ~
...
I traced thin lines in a sea map
measuring
the distance between north and south
...
They are coming
and i don't like that
accustomed to a smooth face
folded only by my laughter
...
Slowly, Go ahead and cry
they are tears from ~water dreams~
that disband and disperse
...
Dear last poem
I am very frustrated with you! In fact you almost ended up in the trash. You are only there, for my lack in understanding how applications work properly on my blog.
You spent a week in my head. Prowl around, tormenting me with the story of small drawers.
...
I cry for some few reasons
when I don't have a chocolate cake
when they break my W&N kit paint
When i hear that familiar sound
...
That every sacred moment you are by my side
Be glory for my body
Be the master of my thirst
the power of my enjoyment
...
Once a farmer
always a good sower
dropping of branches of the pines trees
there, was the seed!
...
Silent September
In silent september i slept
profoundly
in a desperate hibernation
in a cove where poets die
nights and days slipped by me
a tear dream pierced an ancient love
where were you?
dreams in secrecy too
surrounded by nothing
i realized i am alone
and just a
a silent september
asleep with me
Mirna, you poetry is such true poetry. Colorful, beautiful, tragic, loving as your words convey you soul. The use of words enchanting, mysterious, and soulful. Please keep writing such art that we can know you a little better. Your fellow poet, Rick
There are certain souls in this life who can sing a story upon an empty page with such beauty... That is the gift of every true poet... Take a bow sweet poet, for you are brilliant... Peace and love always...
An intriguing poet that you don't know what she is going to write about next. Of all the poems I have read of hers, there is not a single one I didn't enjoy. She writes with both passion and honesty. She has inspired a poem or two from me. Thank you for all wonderful writing keep up the good work.
nice poems. you are great in showing feels.that shows a good improvement. i invite you to read my poems at my poets page. that is a friendly invitation
If you want to forget all anxities read poems of Poetheart. Her each poem is sprouted from her true and sincere heart. Within her joking soothing and lofty writes she expresses so much delightful philosphical vision which are hard to understand in our usual life keeping more significant. she is quite an aloof poetess of this age in her style and vision. May god give her a long cheerful life.
If you want to forget all anxities read poems of Poetheart. Her each poem is sprouted from her true and sincere heart. Within her joking soothing and lofty writes she expresses so much delightful philosphical vision which are hard to understand in our usual life keeping more significant. she is quite an aloof poetess of this age in her style and vision. May god give her a long cheerful life.
What can I say. You are a beautiful poet who writes eloquently.
she is finally settled and i hope she will build an empire in poetry. she is truly intriguing inspiring n brilliant one. her passionate write always attract the reader and pacify. keep writing. plz dont go any more.
Mirna, you are passion incarnate. your words are like wings of Angel. You inspire me!