My little poems

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Some lil poems i've written....
disclaimer: english is not my native language



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Sometimes,
only sometimes,
I can afford to be
a little silly,
a little dreamy,
I can afford to think about you,
finally,
I'll steal a minute-two
of my world.
When the chaos
and the noise of the crowd
is too heavy for me,
I'll try to think about you,
the only time,
the sacred time,
a minute - two,
when I can afford to be with you -
in my dreams
ONLY.

all of these, but this especially, very sweet.
this feels just like what it describes
a little stolen moment in your head
 
all of these, but this especially, very sweet.
this feels just like what it describes
a little stolen moment in your head

Thank you. I was just reading your take on Rumi in the other thread
 
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Some lil poems i've written....If you wrote a poem yourself, you can post it here too

disclaimer: english is not my native language but I do love to write sometime

Hi, chip :)


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I wish I was born as wind,
in the Spring,
right after rain,
in the bed of a rainbow scent,
a fruit of the Love
of a storm and a sky siren.
I wish I can fly above Earth,
in a chorus of clouds and birds,
if I am angry - I will bring you a storm,
and a breeze - if I am filled with joy,
if I am sad - I'll turn into rain
and with tears will pour my pain.
Every spring I will come,
will wrap you with music and calm,
will caress your body and face,
will play with your hair and dress,
will tune into your every whim
because I was born as wind,
in the Spring
right after rain,
in the love of a storm and siren...

hiya verwy berry! nice to see you posting your writes :)

i really enjoy the sentiments these encompass, as well as the imagery. keep posting :)
 
i really really really hope he doesn't
*visions of some crumbly skeleton in a rocking chair, swinging it like a madman*

but his writings - oh hell yeah!

picture the fruit cellar in psycho, and you're on the money.
 
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