Hit by the armor piercing drops, I’m still alive, and better. I promised when the thunder rumbled, That I will let the rain wash them away.
The fears sunken in darkness, Gave way to light and to bands of color, And then I saw the rainbow.
I thought I’m ready now to start only worshiping the sun, But colors had melancholies awaken.
It’s like a circle….
Springs of my childhood, joy, Loves of the past, both joy and sorrow, The gates, the walls, the doors I’ve built, They all belong to me.
I am not perfect, but then who is? The one who says that has no fear? The one who says that only loves and never hates? The one who knows and never learns?
I can’t control my feelings, But in my smallness, I can approach my center. I find it full of holes, Where dreams, and fears and loves have fallen like the autumn leaves.
I am not perfect, I fear, I love and hate, I do not know….
I am not perfect, But every day I learn, To patch with hopes, and dreams the holes left at my center, By fallen autumn leaves.
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On a hill covered with yellow flowers One more dandelion has lost its fluff in the wind Over my wishful thinking. It smells like grass and newness, As spring is blowing its wind of perfection over this side of the world.
Oceans, seas, hills and mountains between us, I still hear your heartbeat, What would I do without it? It may have been easier for Socrates and Aristotle, To exhaust the problems of everything and anything, Then it is for a lover to explain the world without the other.
I do excavations every day…. And as there is grace in all created things, I find it also in the archeology of my memory. All moments have language, smiles, smells, They have you…
From afar you enter my burning solitude, And make me feel alive. Stay! I should carry a dagger to scare away the night, Because I don’t dream of you every time I’m asleep.
How do I love you from afar? My thinking puts forth no fruit, But my heat does…. I just do.
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Like a bird in an invisible cage, I sang to you. The more I sang, the more you plucked my feathers, In the name of love.
Despite wanting to fly, I just sat there, in self-inflicted paralysis, In the name of a utopian future, Because…. hope dies last.
Disguised in peaceful dreams and hopes, Your love was a democratic access to pain. Bewitched by the dance in your eyes, I’ve taken the wrong road and I deserve the downfall, But at least I am alive.
Salvation comes from within and not from others. Between my tears, Doomed feathers on the floor remind me that I am a bird, …. That I can fly.
Blue and white, The grimace of yourself dilates the moment, As the color of the sky pours over my feathers.
Bereft of self- confidence you’ll catch another, To sing to you. I mourn for her, And for the loss of innocence of the white feathers.
But the air in your world bears the smell of your fundamental impurity, And at the mercy of time she too will awaken, And will fly… Because hope dies last.
My poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.
I follow my path into the roaring whirlwind, Searching for you. They told me to stop, but I did not listen, I do not listen still.
I feed on your invisible presence, Is it madness to think that the world has no meaning without you? Reach out with your spectral hand and catch me, Would you?
I hate prudence because it grips my flight, I have to be quick or you will disappear ….
Love! They say you don’t exist anymore, But I’m here…..I see you! I’d give you the coat off my back so you would not shiver, What have they done?
No, it’s not over, there is hope. Me and others, We’re desperately insomniac, but we still dream.
Stay. And ashes would be all that’s left of cowards’ resignation. Stay, stay with me, Because I would rather die of passion than of cold.
My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.
My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.
So, here it is, Modern Love with part 3 added. I also included part 1+2, just in case you didn’t have the chance to read it. Stay tuned to see what happens next:)
Part I
In the summertime, on a day like this, I met someone more masterful than Renoir and Matisse. I was a bit down for the lack of color, I kept swimming and searching, while the pool got smaller!
The someone I speak about and his faithful stroke, Came through a dating app and proceeded coloring my world as he softly spoke. He washed the city’s gray away, Azure, some green and a mixture of some other colors came out into the play.
He pulled me close in Times Square, his chest was like steel, He opened his shirt and proudly said: “Feel!” My thumb became itchy! It flew in a touch! My mind said “Eureka! I might have found my match!”
In love and hopeful, we hopped from place to place, Knitting our romance at a corrupted pace. Fast and then faster, we stepped from bar to bar, Me with my purse, him with his guitar.
Effervescent music, His strings sounded like Jimmy Page, When he professed his love to me across Manhattan’s streets, And sometimes on the stage.
It all felt so good, I wanted this to last! To play my part in it at once, Was what I felt, was I must!
I made my mission to spread my love all over him like confetti, To cook him very often his favorite dish: spaghetti, Day after day our love grew blissful and everything was grand, Until one night this perfect situation got so out of hand!
In wholly ingratiated state, My man passed out, face down on his plate, From drinking a bit more, And eating the cold nachos from the day before.
Controlling my emotions, I tried hard not to swing, When from the kitchen, I heard his phone’s ring. A soft spoken voice was asking to hangout, She sounded persuasive, not like a girl in doubt!
Flummoxed and very quick I searched the phone’s inbox, Mnemonics in small pixels named my man Swiper da Fox! His list of “swipe” dating turned to be vast, It was the unedited truth about his present and his past!
My knuckles got all white, but with profonde composure, I confronted da Fox and asked for full disclosure. With feathers in his mouth, the guy was still a cheat, He kept denying everything, unable to admit.
Carte blanche for revolution, emotions ran deep, I pleaded quid pro quo, the boot for his sweep! Packing da Fox’s clothes, his tins and his guitar, I told him that is over, I asked him to go far!
Part II
Conference on Mount Olympus, with Eros on the stand, His wings are gently flapping, his face is really tanned. “I came today to tell you, that I fell in disgrace, I do not know what’s happening down there, with the entire human race!”
“What do you mean?” asked Zeus, his voice sounded like the thunder, “Have deep spiritual and erotic yearnings gone down under?” “No!”, says embarrassed Eros, “but they come through a box, Just like in one of recent cases, named Swiper da Fox!”
“A box?” murmured them all, and puzzled they fell, Not sure how a box can cast the love spell. “A box, “ continues Eros, “that takes selfies and can move in slow motion, Making the ones involved to quiver with emotion!”
Apollo clutched his headphones, he fixed his laurel wreath, Perseus checked his knife and drew it from its sheath, Artemis pet her deer, Poseidon gulped a glass of water, The nine Muses together, were pondering on the matter …..
Part III
Concealed among the others, as humans they were born, Eros as a good-looking guy, with a good job and fully grown, Aphrodite as woman sailor, the captain of a cruise ship, Hermes lost his winged sandals and instead carried a whip. Athena was a nerd, she sported reading glasses, Hephaestus carried comas, he gave karate classes. All photoshopped and ready, they set in their profiles, They had prepared full pitches and they were only smiles….
It didn’t take an hour for the romance roulette to send notifications, They came from everywhere, with all kinds of temptations. The box was full of humans, dressed up potential mates, Who invited the Olympians on all kinds of dates. Thumb crafted messages and unfiltered pictures started to appear, Aphrodite was invited to go sailing, Hephaestus to go drink a beer. Among the others, Hermes got a message that was quite long, It was written by a woman who pretended to be knowledgeable and very, very strong…
“Ok!” said enervated Eros, “You see now how this works! Look at how many people just came in through the box! This newfangled dating world is getting out of hand, I very often panic and do not aim as planned!”
“You do not aim at all?” said Hermes, feeling his tush, “I aim, alright!” yelled Eros, “But some move fast, and others beat around the bush!” “Well…” said Aphrodite with a wry, “Why don’t we give you training, so let’s go out and try.”
My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.
Here is Part I + Part II , stay tuned for more:) I am including part 1, for the ones who did not have a chance to read it yesterday.
Part I
In the summertime, on a day like this, I met someone more masterful than Renoir and Matisse. I was a bit down for the lack of color, I kept swimming and searching, while the pool got smaller!
The someone I speak about and his faithful stroke, Came through a dating app and proceeded coloring my world as he softly spoke. He washed the city’s gray away, Azure, some green and a mixture of some other colors came out into the play.
He pulled me close in Times Square, his chest was like steel, He opened his shirt and proudly said: “Feel!” My thumb became itchy! It flew in a touch! My mind said “Eureka! I might have found my match!”
In love and hopeful, we hopped from place to place, Knitting our romance at a corrupted pace. Fast and then faster, we stepped from bar to bar, Me with my purse, him with his guitar.
Effervescent music, His strings sounded like Jimmy Page, When he professed his love to me across Manhattan’s streets, And sometimes on the stage.
It all felt so good, I wanted this to last! To play my part in it at once, Was what I felt, was I must!
I made my mission to spread my love all over him like confetti, To cook him very often his favorite dish: spaghetti, Day after day our love grew blissful and everything was grand, Until one night this perfect situation got so out of hand!
In wholly ingratiated state, My man passed out, face down on his plate, From drinking a bit more, And eating the cold nachos from the day before.
Controlling my emotions, I tried hard not to swing, When from the kitchen, I heard his phone’s ring. A soft spoken voice was asking to hangout, She sounded persuasive, not like a girl in doubt!
Flummoxed and very quick I searched the phone’s inbox, Mnemonics in small pixels named my man Swiper da Fox! His list of “swipe” dating turned to be vast, It was the unedited truth about his present and his past!
My knuckles got all white, but with profonde composure, I confronted da Fox and asked for full disclosure. With feathers in his mouth, the guy was still a cheat, He kept denying everything, unable to admit.
Carte blanche for revolution, emotions ran deep, I pleaded quid pro quo, the boot for his sweep! Packing da Fox’s clothes, his tins and his guitar, I told him that is over, I asked him to go far!
Part II
Conference on Mount Olympus, with Eros on the stand, His wings are gently flapping, his face is really tanned. “I came today to tell you, that I fell in disgrace, I do not know what’s happening down there, with the entire human race!”
“What do you mean?” asked Zeus, his voice sounded like the thunder, “Have deep spiritual and erotic yearnings gone down under?” “No!”, says embarrassed Eros, “but they come through a box, Just like in one of recent cases, named Swiper da Fox!”
“A box?” murmured them all, and puzzled they fell, Not sure how a box can cast the love spell. “A box, “ continues Eros, “that takes selfies and can move in slow motion, Making the ones involved to quiver with emotion!”
Apollo clutched his headphones, he fixed his laurel wreath, Perseus checked his knife and drew it from its sheath, Artemis pet her deer, Poseidon gulped a glass of water, The nine Muses together, were pondering on the matter …..
My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.
Hello everyone, I hope you are all doing well! I have been absent because I am engrossed in writing my second novel. I am still writing poetry , so I am going to share with you a poem that has never been published. I will post this in installments, because it’s really long. So here is the first part:) Enjoy!
Part I
In the summertime, on a day like this, I met someone more masterful than Renoir and Matisse. I was a bit down for the lack of color, I kept swimming and searching, while the pool got smaller!
The someone I speak about and his faithful stroke, Came through a dating app and proceeded coloring my world as he softly spoke. He washed the city’s gray away, Azure, some green and a mixture of some other colors came out into the play.
He pulled me close in Times Square, his chest was like steel, He opened his shirt and proudly said: “Feel!” My thumb became itchy! It flew in a touch! My mind said “Eureka! I might have found my match!”
In love and hopeful, we hopped from place to place, Knitting our romance at a corrupted pace. Fast and then faster, we stepped from bar to bar, Me with my purse, him with his guitar.
Effervescent music, His strings sounded like Jimmy Page, When he professed his love to me across Manhattan’s streets, And sometimes on the stage.
It all felt so good, I wanted this to last! To play my part in it at once, Was what I felt, was I must!
I made my mission to spread my love all over him like confetti, To cook him very often his favorite dish: spaghetti, Day after day our love grew blissful and everything was grand, Until one night this perfect situation got so out of hand!
In wholly ingratiated state, My man passed out, face down on his plate, From drinking a bit more, And eating the cold nachos from the day before.
Controlling my emotions, I tried hard not to swing, When from the kitchen, I heard his phone’s ring. A soft spoken voice was asking to hangout, She sounded persuasive, not like a girl in doubt!
Flummoxed and very quick I searched the phone’s inbox, Mnemonics in small pixels named my man Swiper da Fox! His list of “swipe” dating turned to be vast, It was the unedited truth about his present and his past!
My knuckles got all white, but with profonde composure, I confronted da Fox and asked for full disclosure. With feathers in his mouth, the guy was still a cheat, He kept denying everything, unable to admit.
Carte blanche for revolution, emotions ran deep, I pleaded quid pro quo, the boot for his sweep! Packing da Fox’s clothes, his tins and his guitar, I told him that is over, I asked him to go far!
My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.
Palms that hold dreams, Upside down, Got caught into sticky web of light And made us drop all our belongings but our hearts and minds.
Are we great losers?
No!
We touch…. As dark petals struggle not to fall Into the cosmic depth. We hold each other… If dust comes from the knowledge’s fire. We kiss…. As we pass through the valleys of shadows.
Love The addiction of the soul, If every thought of love would become a breeze, The world would be an endless hurricane.
Hope The addiction of the mind, With it we conquered centuries While many other worlds have died.
In this universe where everything becomes dust We have not bloomed for nothing, Neither you, or I, or him, or her….or them….
My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.
Eros made holes in my dress, That why Chopin must feel so good…..
Sitting by the window, in lavender summer dress, I’m thinking to give cosmic basis another depth, The one of my heart.
I guess that’s what’s happening… When you trust your heart without doubt, When you let the thieves steal your reason, And love with passion.
I smile, It’s the beginning…..
The touch, the skin, the dream….. Whatever they meant through World Atlas they were wrong, As it doesn’t contain the places that I am going to, With you in my mind, A world within a world, Just mine and yours.
My new poetry book “Love poems: insights into the complicated mystery of love” is available on Amazon. You can get it here. Please write a review if you get around it. I would really appreciate it.
Andrada Costoiu 