ABOUT POETRY
"Poetry can not be limited to material what the word is. We can find poetry in music, in photography, even in a meal prepared in a sophisticated way. In everything we can discover something new, in which we will find some revelation. Something like this can happen in an ordinary day, who seems to be just ordinary.
.. Write about heaven, the girl's smile, but if you do, let your poetry conjure up ultimate judgment or salvation, or something even more extraordinary. No matter what, when it touched, it charmed, penetrated to the depths, aroused shivers. And to make us feel immortal!
Poetry must be present and we must stop for one second to be able to see it even in the simplest and most banal moments. "
Dead Poets Society
The road in the forest splits,
I chose this less trodden ...
I invite everyone who is searching ...
drawer full of poetry
Pictures are like poems, you can interpret them in your own way, You can see some part of yourself in them. Both of them are art enchanted in words and pictures.
Someone once said that passion is included in the risk, That's why I will venture and leave here what I've kept in the 'drawer' so far.
If I can inspire at least one person, it means that I am not doing anything in vain.
Remember,
"A great performance is underway.
You can add a verse "
as Walt Whitman once said
categories:
wild road
warrior soul
hidden beauty
wild road
Let me whisper You
my poetry
ineffable
I will look only
words
on my hands
I will open only
the book of my memories
forgotten
thoughts
lost
days
uncounted
breaths
not touched
Let me whisper You
warrior soul
Close Your eyes
but do not die
Cover Your face
but do not dissappear
Pour Your tears
but stay here
Finish this life
but do not stop
but do not stop breathe
Silent
but shout out if enough forces
hidden beauty
Touch me
quietly
gently
among incomplete silence
our breaths
pierced screaming wind
and smell of our eyes
Touch me
firmly
the fullness of Your thoughts
and the colour of an audible voice
cold drops
of summer rain
and obsessive look to your hand
Touch me
without touch
look at me
hear my thoughts
flooded out of time
and wake up in me
wind
wild road
I covered my face
covered my heart
crashed my thoughts
have worried my soul
the world has disappeared somewere
has dispersed
speechless
and rocked
hidden beauty
Somewhere
in the middle of silence
on the other side
of the sky
in the rain
I stumble
over Your belated hands
and unfinished look
for not spoken
words
and never unspoken thoughs
in the alleys of Your voice
I interpret the world
and invisibly go
to Your quiet side
hidden beauty
I remember
the smell of Your skin
wet from the rain
and warm from the air
cool from the wind
and quiet from scream
colorful from the moonlight
and uniform from the whisper
told from words
and through words
underestimated
not touched
not described
hidden beauty
I found You
in the middle of the world
in the chaos of sighs
in the quietest silence
in my little world
which you managed to enter
imperceptibly
I found Your touch
on my skin
in a dark room
somewhere at the end of the world
I found You in my heart
faded from sadness
hidden beauty
Empty room
glassed walls
breaking through
branches of trees
quiet rays of the sun
calm
inspiration
immobility
in a passionate dance
two lovers
rustling of a red dress
traces of shy feet
on a cold stone floor
enchated time
fuzzy look
touch
accelerated breatch
perfection
warrior soul
Time
when I hear everything.
every melody of Your breath
interrupted by kisses...
Opening roof
of the red car
penetrates through the shelves in bookstores
loaded with books
bending from the weight of the air
Each new page
clean and never-ending
discover faded memories
about a leather jacket
and flip-flops
colored nails
and green space
Kidnapped without objection
in love without a character
and flowing in different directions thoughts of a hot screen
traces of his feet
which are somewhere
and want
flooded by waves
and trodden
through the strands of her dreams and the madness of her hair ...
Time
when I hear everything
every melody of your breath interrupted by kisses
whisper of butterfly wings
and border
which I cross daily
uncertain yet
steps ..
wild road
Shadows of silence
they are reflected
on the shoulders
drift
in rhythm
the flame of a fragrant candle, pen movements
held
in a trembling hand,
dance sand sands
in the distant desert,
searching for one
the only note,
expelled despair,
cork crumbles
floating in wine,
flying snowflakes melting
on silver eyelashes,
the sound of water
rubbing against a glass bottle, madness on the face,
of immortalized life
on the landscape
of the fleeing
fleeing moments,
in the rhythm of humility,
compass with golden initials,
touching melody
Shapes painted on the glass
they are moving, flowing
they are like the thoughts of everyday people
like the breath of his words
every letter
on a calm surface
smoothened
the breath of a recovered life.
wild road
Closed glass sphere
and in it we
so temporarily
inconspicuous
unconsciously
impassively
we're crowding
still and still
so equally
still
we reflect our thoughts
for every
another day
looking still
still looking
unpainted
in one shade
confluent
with life
Somewhere there
exit
and crack
page
and next
look
and a touch of glances
road
and colors
painted
and unrefined
window
and the door
warrior soul
Abandon
everything you have
all thoughts
all unnamed words
unrepaired feelings
underestimated plans
Give up your soul
but do not die
Give up your body
but do not stop breathing
Give up hope
but believe
in hidden
deep in You
life
warrior soul
Noise
inaudible words
reaching somewhere
from the wilderness
Oblivion
in the middle of a passing life Stopping
seemingly unattainable
time
and this moment
which lasts now
in which I am
in which I breathe
and I'm crying
in which I live
saying only mine
words
warrior soul
There is so little
open windows
spread hearts
unseen souls
irreplaceable desires
screaming thoughts
running into space
saturated faith
the delight of full ecstasy inspiration dreams
life
in us
wild road
In endless silence
of my thoughts
listening and sanking
In countless embrace
my lonely arms
not to touch
In growing chaos
unsaved thoughts
broken rules
torn words
I stumble
I don't see
me
anywhere
in no more world
Even a scream
is inaudible
Even the wind
subsided
wild road
Silence around
world around
sad
creeping in
between thoughts
between words
which no one wants to talk
anymore
colorless looks
endless mess
and fleeing moments
quiet moments without tears
Uncommited words
unfinished sentences
underestimated days
Lost me
between this world
and my own
suspended somewhere
soul
Swaying heart
escapes me...
warrior soul
Remind yourself
how tastes
a bit of madness
what the words looks like
that can't be described
using words
like a fire in a fireplace sounds
at an early morning
how the sea sounds
how the wind smells
how the wine tastes...
Remind yourself
all these moments
forgotten and distant
fragrant and irrational
Remind yourself
the sun's rays
breaking through
thoughts
Remind yourself...
wild road
Hide me
in your wounds
so that I can feel
beating of your words
and the warmth of your cold hands immersed in someone's sin.
Teach me
love so much
and so much
like you
wandering through the desert of sadness and collecting grains of truth
hidden somewhere
on someone's face.
See me
just like others
though not many
weary and forgotten
bitter and incomplete.
Save me
with your strong hand
wounded
and bleeding.
But first
I will crush all the rocks
paving your way
I will wash your face with tears
hard already.
I crush the torn bridges
and wounded eyes
I will fill empty valleys
air c
overed with snow
character
and I will not count all the stars.
Let's go
I see trees
water
and stars around
Resist
I know all your words ...
wild road
So lost
in you
I am
I
frail twig
not dreamed yet
dreams
and thoughtless thoughts
unspoken words.
So crazy
and outgoing
from the surface
of clouds
and bouquets of the tiniest images.
I'm lost in you
a thicket of unmissive gestures
peace
and shouting at the same time
in dreams
which levitate
in the space of turbulence
in dance
caused
your only
scent
which makes
I'm burning
every night
at any time
in every space
and look.
Eyelids built with words
they do not close
and they do not open
they guess the colors
with the help of a melody.
They see You
in the middle
of my world.
wild road
Churning taboos of leaves
with longing
looking at you.
And in them
Your curiosity about the world
Your pointy columns
Your clouds
and their whispering
Your love
to no fault
Your passion
so remote
like those big trees
Your horizon line
undisturbed.
You are there
I see you.
dance
wrapped in Your eyes
wrapped in Your calmness
and madness
magic
and forgetfulness
in his arms ...