Loneliness is a prison by Vladimir Marku
My tears hurt in my eyes Loneliness is a concentration camp Smells house-slops In the waiting tin-bowl The iron plates Of the heavy boots Of my heart Crush my ventricles The temptation mouse Gnashes its teeth The cold iron of the bed Covered with sleepless straw Has got a single season Then we take the […]
Little angel by Vladimir Marku
Glorious innocent sunshine “Times New Roman”,”serif””>On the baby lotus smile “Times New Roman”,”serif””>Ivory hands try to catch “Times New Roman”,”serif””>At his darling mother’s face “Times New Roman”,”serif””>Little red velvet lips “Times New Roman”,”serif””>Cooing songs from the future “Times New Roman”,”serif””>Silky colourful daisy eyes “Times New Roman”,”serif””>Giggling messages from the past “Times New Roman”,”serif””>Turning bright every […]
Let Him In by Vishnu J Mohan
The inner turmoil has vanquished his demons love, Now he is totally at peace His love for you have made him Do the wonders that he could only imagine The war has ended within him His inner demons no longer exist You unlocked his heart my friend Now he only seeks you and your love […]
I Will by Vishü Rita Krocha
Here we stand again like we both dreamt Now is the perfect moment I wish Time would stand still But it’s okay, I’ll do it anyway Here is my heart of love Filled with care of a lifetime I wish You can look inside There is nothing I would hide Here is the place I […]
I turn my head by Vladimir Marku
I raise my tearful eyes of the night mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA”> Look at the balcony of the hurt sky The young lady day Hanging clouds to dry. The clouds dry, and I get quenched Damping my hopes marrow The sun of the soul already set In pain, all universe. I turn my head to look at […]
Her smile by Vladimir Marku
The horse of air Unbridled gallops Red mane flutters As a lightening Between the sky And the earth In the light blue fields With white fluffy sheep Meditating Horseshoes sparkle Bluebells giggle behind Am I in heaven? No, her smile passed by.
Happiness by Vishü Rita Krocha
I suppose happiness is fleeting, but is not too difficult to come by. I know of simple things that carry the charm, and can change the colour of a dull day. It’s the eye you have for life’s splendid things… The beauty, which they say, lies in the eye of the beholder. And with beauty […]
Friends by Vishü Rita Krocha
A new day is born. the sky opens, the birds chirp and the sun plays hide and seek. I wake with nature’s beauty, with peace and the serene pines with more dreams and a prayer. I’ve been moving, I feel like a vagabond but it feels like an answered prayer. The flowers bloom and the […]
Forget-me-nots by Vishü Rita Krocha
Remember our little dreams stainless, free and untamed. You and I, we go a long way back; to school and childhood. Right here, where our space once was and forget-me-nots grew Then, we swore & crossed our hearts.. we were each other’s best friend. Who knew time would change so many […]
Evening balcony by Vladimir Marku
Loneliness licks my breath I want to scratch my lungs As breeze caresses my back The moon splashes in the night’s sea Sprinkling the sleepless stars I climb the memories Gnawing on my desires’ bone Fill my hands with moon Which runs through my fingers like sand I use the night’s apron to wipe my […]
Eve of spring by Vladimir Marku
It sprouts in my soul “Times New Roman”,”serif””>Luxuriates gaily “Times New Roman”,”serif””>Mistletoe of the kisses. “Times New Roman”,”serif””> “Times New Roman”,”serif””>Spring on its eve “Times New Roman”,”serif””>Longingly gracefully clad “Times New Roman”,”serif””>Her eyes anxious pearls. “Times New Roman”,”serif””> “Times New Roman”,”serif””>Zephyr brings the tear “Times New Roman”,”serif””>Conceived in spring “Times New Roman”,”serif””>Labored by the mistletoe. […]
Eavesdropping myself by Vladimir Marku
A dog is wailing in my soul Wailing dolefully Don’t know why Don’t know whose it is It just wails in somebody else’s soul Confused Tail not wiggling Come on doggy Let’s bark together to the moon The moon-bone on the sill Let’s shred it neat Let’s chew it all The white calcium In this […]
Desperation by Vishü Rita Krocha
I despair for words, for thoughts, for company. for inspiration, dreams and a different world. for laughter, love and life. desperation- in pain. for something to pass and die. for health and freedom. for a broken heart to heal. for words to stay when passion engulfs me to write. for […]
Demon by Vladimir Marku
Golden bar is blood, frozen Toil, starvation, suffering and misery Gold melts, into paper Dollars, Euros, Pounds and Yen Colourful hands, feverishly caressing The beautiful perfume of green, yellow and red papers Come from the blood and sweat of the miserables Weird, and mysterious how folks get fearfully intoxicated Lose control and their spines liquidify into slugs […]
Breather by Vishü Rita Krocha
Time to sit down. After all the rush, the confusion and the uneasy feeling. Time to slow down, take a deep breath, take it easier… Time for a little air, to feel better, & to look beyond the blues. Copyright ©: Vishü Rita Krocha ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry […]
Aquarium epoch by Vladimir Marku
Justice is dead as morals fade The more we worship the money temple The lust, orgy and false splendor. How we wrong the smart and wise With their rights, yours and mine And the dull enjoys the paradise With a sin, a lie and a glass of wine.
After Midnight by Walid Saba
I drink the wine … And then I drink some more But I will only feel fine Sipping a courteous whore I have no time for lies No time for talk Before my passion dies And to other side I walk I plan to sin, my dear, Not look into your eyes What love are […]
Adieu…, adieu…. by Vladimir Marku
Loitering down through shrubs of my spirit color:#333333″>Briers, nettles, thorny buds color:#333333″>Looking for a daffodil, a daisy or a myrtle color:#333333″>Oh, his touch of butterfly color:#333333″>Blushes the rose with a cry color:#333333″>I thought nice’d be a glass of wine color:#333333″>Amber, blessed, red and fire color:#333333″>To sin tonight my spirit plies color:#333333″>And forget the holy ashes […]
Who’s Who by W H Auden
A shilling life will give you all the facts: How Father beat him, how he ran away, What were the struggles of his youth, what acts Made him the greatest figure of his day; Of how he fought, fished, hunted, worked all night, Though giddy, climbed new mountains; named a sea; Some of the last […]
We’re Late by W H Auden
Clocks cannot tell our time of day For what event to pray Because we have no time, because We have no time until We know what time we fill, Why time is other than time was. Nor can our question satisfy The answer in the statue’s eye: Only the living ask whose brow May wear […]
Warm are the Still and Lucky Miles by W H Auden
Warm are the still and lucky miles, White shores of longing stretch away, A light of recognition fills The whole great day, and bright The tiny world of lovers’ arms. Silence invades the breathing wood Where drowsy limbs a treasure keep, Now greenly falls the learned shade Across the sleeping brows And stirs their secret […]
Voltaire At Ferney by W H Auden
Almost happy now, he looked at his estate. An exile making watches glanced up as he passed, And went on working; where a hospital was rising fast A joiner touched his cap; an agent came to tell Some of the trees he’d planted were progressing well. The white alps glittered. It was summer. He was […]
Underneath an Abject Willow by W H Auden
Underneath an abject willow, Lover, sulk no more: Act from thought should quickly follow. What is thinking for? Your unique and moping station Proves you cold; Stand up and fold Your map of desolation. Bells that toll across the meadows From the sombre spire Toll for these unloving shadows Love does not require. All that […]
This Lunar Beauty by W H Auden
This lunar beauty Has no history Is complete and early, If beauty later Bear any feature It had a lover And is another. This like a dream Keeps other time And daytime is The loss of this, For time is inches And the heart’s changes Where ghost has haunted Lost and wanted. But this was […]
They Wondered Why the Fruit had Been Forbidden by W H Auden
They wondered why the fruit had been forbidden: It taught them nothing new. They hid their pride, But did not listen much when they were chidden: They knew exactly what to do outside. They left. Immediately the memory faded Of all they known: they could not understand The dogs now who before had always aided; […]
The Waters by W H Auden
Poet,oracle and wit Like unsuccessful anglers by Th ponds of apperception sit, Baiting with the wrong request The vectors of their interest; At nightfall tell the angler’s lie. With time in tempest everywhere, To rafts of frail assumption cling The saintly and the insincere; Enraged phenonmena bear down In overwhelming waves to drown Both sufferer […]
The Wanderer by W H Auden
Doom is dark and deeper than any sea-dingle. Upon what man it fall In spring, day-wishing flowers appearing, Avalanche sliding, white snow from rock-face, That he should leave his house, No cloud-soft hand can hold him, restraint by women; But ever that man goes Through place-keepers, through forest trees, A stranger to strangers over undried […]
The Two by W H Auden
You are the town and we are the clock. We are the guardians of the gate in the rock. The Two. On your left and on your right In the day and in the night, We are watching you. Wiser not to ask just what has occurred To them who disobeyed our word; To those […]
The Riddle by W H Auden
Underneath the leaves of life, Green on the prodigious tree, In a trance of grief Stand the fallen man and wife: Far away the single stag Banished to a lonely crag Gazes placid out to sea, And from thickets round about Breeding animals look in On Duality, And the birds fly in and out Of […]
The Quest by W H Auden
I. The Door Out of it steps our future, through this door Enigmas, executioners and rules, Her Majesty in a bad temper or A red-nosed Fool who makes a fool of fools. Great persons eye it in the twilight for A past it might so carelessly let in, A widow with a missionary grin, The […]
The Quest XII (Vocation) by W H Auden
Incredulous, he stared at the amused Official writing down his name among Those whose request to suffer was refused. The pen ceased scratching: though he came too late To join the martyrs, there was still a place Among the tempters for a caustic tongue. To test the resolution of the young With tales of the […]
The Novelist by W H Auden
Encased in talent like a uniform, The rank of every poet is well known; They can amaze us like a thunderstorm, Or die so young, or live for years alone. They can dash forward like hussars: but he Must struggle out of his boyish gift and learn How to be plain and awkward, how to […]
The Labyrinth by W H Auden
Anthropos apteros for days Walked whistling round and round the Maze, Relying happily upon His temperment for getting on. The hundredth time he sighted, though, A bush he left an hour ago, He halted where four alleys crossed, And recognized that he was lost. “Where am I?” Metaphysics says No question can be asked unless […]
The Hidden Law by W H Auden
The Hidden Law does not deny Our laws of probability, But takes the atom and the star And human beings as they are, And answers nothing when we lie. It is the only reason why No government can codify, And verbal definitions mar The Hidden Law. Its utter patience will not try To stop us […]
The Geography of the House by W H Auden
(for Christopher Isherwood) Seated after breakfast In this white-tiled cabin Arabs call the House where Everybody goes, Even melancholics Raise a cheer to Mrs. Nature for the primal Pleasure She bestows. Sex is but a dream to Seventy-and-over, But a joy proposed un- -til we start to shave: Mouth-delight depends on Virtue in the cook, […]
The Dream by W H Auden
Dear, though the night is gone, Its dream still haunts to-day, That brought us to a room Cavernous, lofty as A railway terminus, And crowded in that gloom Were beds, and we in one In a far corner lay. Our whisper woke no clocks, We kissed and I was glad At everything you did, Indifferent […]
The Common Life by W H Auden
A living-room, the catholic area you (Thou, rather) and I may enter without knocking, leave without a bow, confronts each visitor with a style, a secular faith: he compares its dogmas with his, and decides whether he would like to see more of us. (Spotless rooms where nothing’s left lying about chill me, so do […]
Thanksgiving for a Habitat by W H Auden
Nobody I know would like to be buried with a silver cocktail-shaker, a transistor radio and a strangled daily help, or keep his word because of a great-great-grandmother who got laid by a sacred beast. Only a press lord could have built San Simeon: no unearned income can buy us back the gait and gestures […]
Taller To-day by W H Auden
Taller to-day, we remember similar evenings, Walking together in a windless orchard Where the brook runs over the gravel, far from the glacier. Nights come bringing the snow, and the dead howl Under headlands in their windy dwelling Because the Adversary put too easy questions On lonely roads. But happy now, though no nearer each […]
Song Of The Master And Boatswain by W H Auden
At Dirty Dick’s and Sloppy Joe’s We drank our liquor straight, Some went upstairs with Margery, And some, alas, with Kate; And two by two like cat and mouse The homeless played at keeping house. There Wealthy Meg, the Sailor’s Friend, And Marion, cow-eyed, Opened their arms to me but I Refused to step inside; […]