Am I a poet? Myself as such, how could I see?
I have no clue of how to write good poetry...
My tiny words, are nothing more then little tries
to have a whisper of my heart
(I only changed a habit, that of speaking to a wall,
the paper seems to listen to me more.)
Most of time I write fast and free, just like I love to dance, ignoring imposed rules the only thread followed being my soul, my heart, memory trying to catch on paper few moments of unconsciously instinctual breathing. more »
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Elena Sandu Poems
A Kiss Catcher
Lost kisses lost kisses With the wind may fly After finding him sleeping On his shoulder you lie
*Snow, it's not your time to go, please ...
It's winter, yet I can feel first signs of spring seen the snow melting, heard the birds sing
Romeo and Juliet Nowdays May Keep Alive
Romeo and Juliet Loved each other much But for their family's sake, Decided not to stay in touch.
From today, March 1st, This sunny day, To 8th of March Most women of my land
The minstrel of hearts with tears behind smiles the sound of cracks a life that sucks
Who am I? What I am? ..dont really know.. Today right now
Master of my Soul
Where are those times The years gone so fast Time to get out of leash Shall walk my mind away
.(*_*) Let's have a party! !
A party a party! I'll have a big party Lunch is too thinner Let's do a dinner
Soft grains of love
..Not hard nor easy..if not impossible
Not hard to cry not easy to die Not hard to expect Not easy to respect
Am I Not Happy? ! ? ....
Why am I not happy? Because.. The sun's not up? But I have a choice: - enjoy the clouds!
A touch of happiness
Could I ever have the happiness of those who cannot walk having a first step even if small?
A love so huge that nobody can hold. Slippery skin noone can keep for long.
We have many moments that we could call Unique and Wonderful. It reminds me of the day's
Quotationsmore quotations »
''Like finest bread,Appreciation
we learn its pleasant taste
not when we chew or swallow,
but later, when not a crumb is left.''
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Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
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(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
A Kiss Catcher
Lost kisses lost kisses
With the wind may fly
After finding him sleeping
On his shoulder you lie
Roll up on him tightly
But with greatest care
Gently delicate kindly
Shhh! Don't wake him
shh..don't let him be aware
Then, all kisses! Once:
the soul, not the skin!
-Vacuum any sad cry!
Spick and span cleaned
The heart of a child
Once again let rise!
Then slowly and kind
Sweet heart of a child
Let's start filling back
With goodness revived
And Smiles.. In biig size!