Love Ruined

Oh my darling, your love is ruined!

Your flaming desires

Driven by the screaming thunders,

And the darkest fires,

Have selfishly poisoned

My lovelorn heart,

Keeping us together

By holding us apart.


(After William Blake's "The Sick Rose")

The Daydreamer

You are

Hundreds of thousands of mountains away 
you are 
Five thousands miles apart from my arms 
you are
Just a breath away from my heart
you are
As my dreams steal you away and 
you 
come in my bed each sleepless and cold night 

Yona

-your perfume-

some days i get up,

 and i can not even breathe

 if not next to you

i love the smell of

 flowers in the summer, and

yours in the winter

spring is really my

favourite season, leafs go

down, but love goes up.

A.M

RoseandDagger

             I have to leave you my love
             for I can't take no more.
             I know you can't forgive me
             but I hope,
             that you won't miss me.

             I always loved to sing,
             which was something that you,
             just couldn't see.
             The kids are left with you
             so please don't think of the taboo.

            by Mrs Ivashkov

Not Leaving But Waiting (After Stevie Smith's "Not Waving But Drowning")

I was wrong, I know.
It was all my mistake.
But I was there, I am still there.
And not leaving but waiting.


Waiting for an excuse.
Waiting for a hug, a kiss, a smile.
"Don't you worry, everything is ok."
That was all I was waiting to hear.


I could not let you go away,
Because I love you so much.
That is why I am here.
And not leaving but waiting.




Devoted to my boyfriend
F. Kar.

My Burden

My love is a four-headed rose, what a monstrous beauty!

My love is a chaotic radio, I just can't mute it.

My love is a cold cup of tea, that everyone despises.

My love is an autonomous jukebox, always full of surprises.

That's what the people who don't know

whispered about me in the backseat of the train.

Luckily, they don't know that

My love is my heart's heavy burden, that makes me sink.

My love is a bird with no wings, that can't fly because it's sick.

My love is an abandoned library and its selves are filled with dust.

My love is a crying clown, that can't get rid of his mask.

My love is a well-locked trunk

and the key is burnt and broken

but I'm still waiting for

somebody to unlock it.

Maggie

Tranquillity

Tranquillity
is what I had
before you passed
in front of me,
just like my past

I suppose
you had a thing to catch
or to light a match
which would certainly ignite
even the darkest night

But let's not fool ourselves again.
What do we have to gain?
Let's just yield to my invisibility
so I can be with my tranquillity


~ The Daydreamer

The beholder

We walked the same path today 
We watched the same falling star last night
Under the same sky ,you couldn't see me
But I could feel you..

Here,where I'm standing now 
I still can see your fingerprints left on this door
And still smell your perfume in this path
But the question is why 
Why didn't you see me?

I was there.
In the most anxious moments
I'm still here in the most happy ones
Why couldn't you see?
Why you can't see?

Erin

My love for you

 My love for you is like a phalaenopsis

 My love for you is like an orchid that only needs care to  survive

 My love for you is like a child that only seeks for attention

 My love for you is like a distant star begging to be seen

 But your love was only absorbing mine.

 by Ioanna and M.Kar

A love from heaven

                                   My love is a four-headed rose.

                        My love is a song of a bird.

                        My love is the rise of the sun.

                                                   

                        My love is the brightest star.

                       

                        My love is the flattering of an angel.

                        My love is a blooming garden.

                        My love is a laugh of a child.

                 

             My love is the most beautiful as it looks like you.

          

                                                                           Maria Karl.

sorry.
Sorry, for being so late this morning.
Sorry, for making you wait in the pouring rain.
I overslept and the roads were jammed.
Will you forgive me?
What if our next coffee is on me?
Sorry, again. I love you.

N.K.

To you

I've been meaning to talk to you all these days
but I couldn't find a chance.
I care about you.
You mean everything to me.
When I am around you
everything is perfect.
When I am in your arms
all I can think about is you.
Let me be yours and, please,
be mine.
P.S. I really love you.

by M.Kar.

Sitting in my room, I hear the jiggling of your keys and smell your sweet perfume
You're leaving for work, again,
I run to the door and give you a tight hug

N.K.

Senses of the past

I saw it coming from miles away. I smelt its breath,

 I tasted its lips, I felt its arms. It was him, the person

               who I loved years ago.

                                                                          Maria Karl.

With him

I hear the rain while smelling this T-shirt with his smell on it.
I remember our first moments together and our first kiss.
I am in love

by M.Kar.

Pouring with rain

Inside my heart

I'm hearing the sounds of lightnings,

Watching the darken side

And wondering why we should be apart....

-Mary Magra

Poem for two

A petal,
two petals
spoilt by your love.

Could such a glorious action
be spoken of by doves?

- The Daydreamer

"That Morning"

The drops of the hot coffee

falling.

The sense of your cold absence

growing.

Smelling the steam of your illusion...

your aspect;

vivid, lurid, karmic.

My gap;

drear, violent, necrotic.

WHERE ARE YOU?

~by, theresnoend (a friend of our blog)

‘’ I ’’

Felt your lips moving, silently;

a change of feel, rapidly.

Murdering the frozen silence between us,

while, we are

forsaking ourselves to the oblivion.

Is it me?

Or, myself?

The one who’s gonna hover first,

up to the forgotten state.

Leaving me, lonely.

Feeling me, lonely.

Killing me, lonely.

~by, theresnoend (a friend of our blog)