As hard as things might get Don’t you ever forget To stop and smell the flowers.
Judged, misunderstood, Different from all the othersI am metaphor.
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.
H appinessO ptimismP eaceE mpathy Hope 2021 will bring you all of these
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
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 ofContinue reading “The season of change”
Dear typewriter,You typed words,Endless lists of broken dreamsPoems that will never be readNovels that ceased to exist.
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.
When you’re left alone And the truth is all you’ve got Stand against the world.
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.