If you are a writer, published or not, this poem is a must-read!
Category: Poetry
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A very moving poem about lost love.
I’ll never tell you about her.
I’ll never tell you how she caught my attention by asking for my attention.
I’ll never tell about how she looked so cute and beautiful and amazing and wonderful and outrageous all at the same time when I first saw her, whenever I saw her, whenever I see her.I’ll never tell you how my name never sounded the same after she said it.
I’ll never tell you of the songs that I could only sing because of her.
I’ll never write about the letters and the notes I sent her every day.
I’ll never show you the poems I wrote because of her.I’ll never tell you about the heaven that she revealed to me.
I’ll never show you the universe that she opened for me.
I’ll never write about the paradise that she…View original post 191 more words
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Valeriu writes in three languages and so his words and images are often deeply moving. For instance, this: “love goes to waste like air that escapes breathing, like a light in the world of the blind”
Trilingual text
in this very moment
a baby takes his first breath
a soul sleeps out of a body, like a wonder, too early
in this very moment, in the sheets of a bed, orgasm is achieved –
another is merely simulated,
a human being, as a shirt of another, tries the worst pains,
another is subjected to violence in this very moment
we reach new heights in all times famine, we give prizes for disease
rounds of applauses, high emotions that take your breath away, nominations for high positions
historical discoveries and betrayals, abominable plans are concocted
in this very moment
I wrote all the above as if at the same time, while you read it
this unique and countless choir, like a joint plea,
turns the planet
love goes to waste like air that escapes breathing, like a light
in the world of the blind
in questo stesso…
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You were one of my firsts. Clicked LIKE and sparks flew through miles of fiber optic wire across swamp and desert
A cry for kindred souls
Voices in the still silent night
Loneliness, confusion, loss were in your orbit, but you, your core, is solid shining spirit
Angel with wings folded, arms open, walking among the rocks, sand, dirt, cacti
Toward your followers
You offer moonscape, landscape, songs, beauty
Your journey is one we all know but is still your own to own
Walking in your shadow, two steps behind, I reach out and touch the glow that surrounds you
My fingers stroke a gentle tuft of feathers
Marie at 1 Write Way 