On the construction site (break time)

As hard as things might get Don’t you ever forget To stop and smell the flowers.

Metaphor

Judged, misunderstood, Different from all the othersI am metaphor.

Last minute inspiration

The wind brakes to a whistle, It pierces my faceThere’s no room for silence, There’s no sweet embrace. I’m left in the coldI’d rather be in a wineryA bottle of wine to holdAnd a nice view of the scenery.

Happy New Year

H appinessO ptimismP eaceE mpathy Hope 2021 will bring you all of these

My poem on Elephant Journal

Following the events in my previous workplace, I have wrote a poem/letter dedicated to my former employer. Have sent the poem to Elephant Journal and they published it on their website. Here is the link, hope you’ll enjoy it https://elejrnl.com/?p=2594850

The season of change

It’s autumn. Summer has come and gone, with a lot of anxiety, pressure and heat waves. There was no other summer like this one. No awaited planned holidays, no fun at the beach, No outdoor parties, concerts or gatherings. It was strange but people get used to living with strange. Soon it makes part of

Dear typewriter

Dear typewriter,You typed words,Endless lists of broken dreamsPoems that will never be readNovels that ceased to exist.

Your soul has no colour

No matter if black or whiteIf wrong or rightIf ignorant or brightWe all have same rights. A right to live, A right to breatheA right to breedAnd right to succeed. Remember, we are all equalOn the face of earh, So start listening to your soulGiven at birth.

You against the world

When you’re left alone And the truth is all you’ve got Stand against the world.

A new begining

When light defeats the darkness And the world begins to breath No more shadows, no more blackness Just some love and freedom to live. That’s the beginning of a new dawn Of a Brave New World on its own After a long exhausting marathon We witness this amazing phenomenon.