Moods for writing

[Lostdriver1964]

Moods are what make my writings live.
A combination of sadness and lonelyness took me this piece tonight.

My Heroes

Sometimes
the cries of those
who died in pain
come to me,
remembering
a bunch of flowers
and one wrapped flag
around a stone.

Many are
our heroes, but many
are those who are
just by themselves,
suffering
the pain from evil
and the feel of life
flowing away.

All days
my heroes live,
with a sad smile
upon their lips,
knowing
it is the last one
and a veil of tears
will cover them.

Where are
the nicest thoughts
in those kids’ eyes
now blured,
appearing
like the shadow
of a forgotten love,
lost or denied.

I feel
my heroes cries
and they are mine
all days so high,
searching
an easier way
in this narrow path
that leads to death.

 

[minsue]

I would be impressed even if you hadn't mentioned in the past that you aren't completely confident in your english. I'm so glad you started posting your poems on threads. I'm terrible about going to read the new submissions, only about 2-3 times a week, and I am fast becoming a fan of your words.

 

[Lostdriver1964]

I would be impressed even if you hadn't mentioned in the past that you aren't completely confident in your english. I'm so glad you started posting your poems on threads. I'm terrible about going to read the new submissions, only about 2-3 times a week, and I am fast becoming a fan of your words.

Thank you very much - i am glad you like my words.
Just you should know i usually write when my moods are overwhelming me, in an attempt to find a natural escape for them; this often helps me not too feel too bad;
and unfortunately, i always noticed that worse are the moods, better are the works
That's why i am undoubtly glad i can write good poems and proud i can do that in a language not mine, but on the other side i would love to enjoy my life better and put the pencil back for a bit.
Anyway, who knows what this narrow path will be tomorrow.....

 

[Lostdriver1964]

moods for writing - diff. ones

Luckily there are times when better moods can make some nice word too

Gift and privilege

Happy are those eyes
that've got the gift
of seeing yours,
because in them
there is much more
than a simple smile.

Lucky is that heart,
that has the privilege
of longing you,
because you warm it
and make it feel alive
in this awaiting time.

But how tough is the way
they all have to pass through,
a narrow path
between pleasure and pain,
from where a gift
may become a privilege.

 

[Lostdriver1964]

another one

This is another work of mine.
A little different from the previous ones.

With a big "thank you" for my special friend who helped me in make it possible and make it better

Sitting on a train chair

Sitting on a train chair,
running back towards its home,
I look outside the window,
to the things that disappear.

In grey towns
and coloured cars,
people run
as the train I am on:
nowhere to go,
but a smile inside,
or maybe a grin
for the time that comes.

Heart-beat is getting fast,
whose are these thoughts?
They’re passing by,
but still they are
and only one can take them all.

Green trees,
and rocky slopes,
Nature’s got
my soul out there;
nobody is here
but the one I love,
a spurt of flowers
for the sun to warm.

Heart-beat is getting fast,
where are your eyes?
They’re smiling now,
and there they are,
waiting for this train to come.

 

[Lostdriver1964]

back - Words Untold

well, after so many years, i'm back with some new stuff. I do not know if it is a good thing for me, but well, here I am and I hope this little work is not too bad...

Words Untold

I see the light
downstairs,
telling me you’re here,
but I’m afraid
to speak
everything I should.

This dream of mine
might go,
so quick as it came
and I don’t want
to see
I’m awake again.

Desire is strong
in me
and I feel yours too,
but I’m afraid
to ask
‘cause then I’d be lost.

 

[Lostdriver1964]

To someone special

Well, this might have still needed some "polishing" since i wrote it quick, by impulse, but then i decided to keep it as it was... natural, without artefact, like the very nice and special young woman i wrote it for... one who deserves the world and i deeply wish she can have it

One day

It will be wider your smile
one day
and all senses
wrapped around your love.

It will be happier your laughter
one day
with the future
quietly safe in your hands.

And I will be there
one day
distant, but close
in the glow of your happiness,
while, between present and future,
butterfly wings
will have linked dreams to reality
and then two stars in the sky,
giving me for this time
a unique reason to smile.

It will be happier your laughter,
one day
and that day
I will say goodbye.

 

[Lostdriver1964]

Empty nights

I was hoping that to write down all the bad feelings that filled my empty nights in the last days could have been helpful as it has been in the past...
I do not think it was so this time, but hell, this is what i got...


Tonight

I took a walk tonight,
alongside the road;
in rain
cars are only blurred lights
that insanely
I would wish closer,
so that
they could wipe my tears away.
My sight is not clear,
nor anything else,
it hurts
and another piece's gone.
I wanted to give you
my soul and my dreams,
Tonight
I know no dream is left to me.

 

[Lostdriver1964]

Empty nights 2

Eyes wide open

I woke up one day
cast away on a trail
of loneliness and despair.

Eyes wide open,
staring at no thing,
my ceiling is dark now,
but reassuring in its way:
no one will come tonight,
no nightmares and no fear,
no sadness and no pain,
nothing will hurt me again;
but my eyes won’t see the blue
nor the white face of the snow,
no one will come tonight,
no new scares, but no dreams as well.

I woke up one day
and then I could not
fall asleep again.

 

[Lostdriver1964]

Empty nights 3

I miss…

I miss the space
that lies between
two single words from us,
the time spent in talks
and in happy thoughts,
no matter where they go;
no matter if they go to peaks
or to depths, to snow or silly things,
I miss them, just too much.

I miss the day I met you
because then
there was everything to build
and everything to know,
without fear, nor scary thoughts,
but only secrets to go through.

I miss our nights,
and the light in my soul
made only by your smile
and now it’s not like
I miss a single word:
I miss everything, I miss you.

 

[Artina Heartflash]

Your poetry is far more soulful than a lot of what I have read at Lit.

You may feel close to an end at times, but in reality, you are quite near a door which has yet to be opened to a new beginning.

Bless you for sharing.

 

[Lostdriver1964]

Your poetry is far more soulful than a lot of what I have read at Lit.

You may feel close to an end at times, but in reality, you are quite near a door which has yet to be opened to a new beginning.

Bless you for sharing.

Thank you for the positive feedback.
It is always nice to know that what one does can be good at times...
And i will thank you for your wishes about new doors opening as well....
I hope it can be this way...

 

[Lostdriver1964]

Blue

It's quite a bit i do not post anything here...
Maybe this little one is good enough for that.



Blue

I joined my hands together
and as i closed my eyes
they were nothing but wings
wanting me to touch the blue.

I flew then,
to the place where i belong,
vanishing in there
until i was nothing but a dream
to be remembered in lucky days.
Every moment and every day
I now soar in that deep blue sky,
where my happy tears
will be rain and they will meet the sun.

I join my hands together
and as my eyes open one more time
a clear blue sky is watching me;
a smile comes to my lips,
and there's no need for tears today,
nor for distressed thoughts:
I have my wings
And i will fly again.