Modern Poetry

My dear Friends!

I want to share the subject I care for the most. My real and true passion is poetry. Though we will not discuss Shakespeare or Bayron here, only the modern poetry.
So you may put here poems you like, poems of your own or of your friends, everything that really touches.

If you don't mind, I will start and post some of my poems I receintly composed.

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Inspiration
Would you call it inspiration?
This way of thought transfiguration
Into lines of black on white,
To everyone from your inside.

You may call it inspiration,
When you are losing gravitation.
When the sounds of your soul
Are sang by everyone and all.

This must be it, the inspiration,
Sometimes so close to meditation,
When you’re forgetting who you are
To reach another distant star.
24/11/10

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Values
What do you value the most?
Food, restaurants, clothes or stones?
Cars, parties, games, dopes and girls?
Schools, books, degrees and facilities?
Jobs, snobs, golf clubs and stability?
Money, ascendancy, respectfulness?
Things from this list, more or less.
Also affection and tenderness,
Children and parents, your family nest.
Someone who's bringing you happiness.
Someone you are loving the best.
Priceless for you, not just valuable.
Though all this cheapens as you are growing old.
Not a penny when you're on your deathbed.
But how do you think could have happened that?
All your money and women and power
You would barter for several hours
On the beach of uninhabited island
At the sunrise, in the silentest hour...
23/11/10

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Living a life
What's the right word for living?
Because 'living' is not enough.
All the same I can't call it 'life'.
Noun is something static, something like apple, or table, or knife.
And here is suffering, struggling,
Fighting, breathing, forgiving,
Loving, missing, forgetting
And again - loving, every time even stronger,
As if it can be the last time (and it can!),
Eating, drinking, sleeping,
Waking up, walking, working,
Dating, waiting,
Far more often expecting and hoping,
Than getting,
Crying, trying, loving,
Oh it came across higher,
Never mind - it never repeats,
Trusting, relying, then crying,
Or never leaking a tear.
Dying from passion or hunger,
Dying from jealousy, rage,
Dying from laughter or pleasure,
Dying to know or to have.
Aging and aching and dying,
Simply, without continuation,
Smiling and loving this 'life',
Hating this word as it hardly
Can ever describe
What are we feeling and thinking
And worrying and joying...
So if there is the right word,
There's only one who knows or who bears to name,
The One who creates it ...
23/11/10

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Can't imagine why anyone would mind, I say keep them coming

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Lullaby

Your love is swaddling me,
Murmuring lullaby gently,
Taking me somewhere distantly,
Where you and I become three...

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Support

I feel exhausted,
Feel deprived.
I think I lost it,
Strength of mine.
Sometimes I want to close my eyes
And leave my body and uprise.
But then I think of you and me,
How you became my family.
I think of you in my dark hour.
You sparked my light and woke my power.

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Do you think you can understand?
Could you understand?
Would you?
My fading decent scent.
Spring flower scent,
Bewitching scent.
What can you see inside those eyes?
Where next to beauty freedom flies
In pure and eternal skies...

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Very good work :)

Keep them coming...


AIL Staff

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Thank you!
Pleased to know someone looks through it)

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