Just some of my ,,poetry'':)

[sniegas]

I like to write poems, but I've never done this in english. so... I don't think that it is good enough but... I guess I just want to know your opinion - can I write something in english at all;)

 

--------------

 

Theese are somewhat more like a haiku (but it isn't exactly right in the form;))

 

 

The moon in the pond

Was shattered

By naughty swan

 

*

 

Night’s fog

Has painted

Your robe in white

 

*

 

Golden footprints

On my dusty mirror

The moonlight

 

*

 

In my cherry-tree

The nightingale’s crying

Only for me?

 

*

 

Could you walk in

Through the hedges of blooming jasmine?

- Nights of June

 

*

 

The cloud is drifting

Along the mirror

It hides round the corner

 

*

 

Your smell

In my sleeves

Just the honey and sun

 

*

 

Tie the lantern

In old cherry-tree

My garden needs the moon

 

*

The shadows of clouds

Are dancing

In the mirror of moon

 

*

 

 

Reflection

Of quivering moon

In the pond

 

A little blue swallow

Reflecting

The sky

 

The beads of the rosary

Made

From the grass

 

Your lonely face

In the page

Of my book

 

*

 

I dress you

In the robe of my thoughts

White robe of my fears

Is draped on your shoulders

 

Like the mirror of me

Like my weakness and strength

You are standing above

All the creatures of life

 

You don’t look in my eyes

You don’t say me a word

But I know you can feel

All my longing for you

 

You can feel all my scars

I’ve hidden within

All my darkness

‘cause you

Are the mirror of me

 

*

 

Sleeping

In the dark warm nightingale’s nest

On the pillow which’s made

Of thymes and dried violets

- sleeping

Until the night will go away

To the farthest forest

Where it crawls under

The waiting trees –

 

Long gone

And I

Sleeping

In your wandering heart

Never lonely

Never really loved –

And I

As a little nightingale

Which lives in your heart

- Your lonely heart

- Only me

 

*

 

You are sleeping

Under the mirror which’s falling

Through the night

Till the dawn

With the shards of the stars

With the glimpses of your

Darkest fears

Brightest moments

Even farther it moves

Through the night

Till the dawn

 

Under shards of your thoughts

You are sleeping and slowly

You are cut by the blades

Of the quivering grass

By the blades of the sun

(You must dream of tomorrow)

By the blades

- Deadly blades

Of your fading out love

 

*

 

When I travel alone through this world

Leaving footprints in simmering dust

With the cloak of violet sky

And the stick made from shadow of pine

When I sit by the fire at night

And I look through the cities in flame

When I sleep under moonlight or dusk

Only god I could prayer is you

You’re my rosary – perfect and just

Made of memories – priceless old beads

For the mantra (and your name in it)

- Only path to the heaven for me

 

When I travel through simmering dust

When I die under moonlight in pain

I’m grateful – I’m never alone

Never friendless – reflected in you—

 

*

 

I’m the King in long forgotten kingdom

No one comes to my palace

No one’s staying

Only the darkness

Is stealing my endless hours

Only the darkness

Is in my eyes when I sleep

 

And I – the only King of my Garden

Where trees have the silver leafs

Where all the rivers are mirrors

Reflecting my face

My never changing face

 

And you

Who wanders somewhere

Beneath the sun and the stars

With the old and dusty cloak

On tired back

Maybe you

Have finally forgotten my voice

And the coldness in my

Never changing eyes

So you -

Will never come back

To the kingdom

- My little toy kingdom

Where I am the King

Where I -

Just a lonely man

Waits for you --

 

*

[Aoi]

Very beautiful! You should write more poems. I wouldn't say at all this are your first English poems.

[sniegas]

Thank you very much;) I'm happy that it don't look too poorly written to you. But it's true: I've never written any poems in english. I've never tried before. Though I've written in french and arabian;)

[Asta]

I'm not very good with poetry so I can't give a decent comment, but I can at least tell that you have written something quite lovely

 

I particularly like the last one. It feels like nostalgia, and there's an inexplicable lure toward it

[sniegas]

tonight

from the pond

the moon is rising

 

*

 

how gently

the lght is sparkling in water

- washing the bowl

 

*

 

I sing

in language of trees

the spring

 

*

 

the wholo tree

is the swings

of a little sparrow

 

*

 

send me

some wind

in the box

for my garden

 

*

 

I‘m not afraid

Of the simple words

- That it

Has already lost all its power

- It’s just that my language is simple

And I – like all

Who was born as the trees

(As the white trees

Or the trees that have the black faces)

And who was grown up as the man

- So my words are this simple

As it is for all

Who has loved strongly

And who

Loves still

 

*

 

The knight

With silver armour

And the green cloak

And his

Frost-colored horse

Went

To kill the dragon

(For it was necessary

To save the princess

(For the princesses always wait

To be saved)

- And their hands and their hearts

Are promised for anyone)

(Because anyone can become the king

- And maybe he could become greatest of all)

And anyone can

Not love his wife

Spending more time in the hunt

Than at home

- And he can have

One beloved friend

(That’s just the rumours –

Stupid and wise

And after that –

The tomb of the marble

The garlands of roses, the flags

The choirs of girls

And the tears

(Of the friend, not the queen’s) –

And –

That’s how the fairy-tales end

 

But this one

Now is just beginning –

So I repeat once more:

The knight with the silver armours

Went to kill the dragon…

 

*

 

I don’t hope anything

From the evening

Who pours the light into our glasses not evenly -

I don’t hope anything

Just a little

Look of sympathy

‘Cause the hours are long

For us

Till our parting

And the early sadness

Like the roses

Always is sad

-- And I don’t want

To see you

Just to remember

- Not like this

But you, who’s from the dream

Not the present

But from the past –

To touch

Slowly sliding by

The tail of your dress

(Extended through the endless corridors of the time)

- And you

Have to drink

The light of the evening

From my glass too

- ‘Cause I must have

A very clear head

And very sad heart

- Although

It’s still the hours

Till our parting

Our eternal parting

- Once more

 

*

 

My lonely sister

Like black-petalled flower you are

Here near my feet

Sitting in the warm dust of this night

And your pale face

Dissolving into the darkness of dried grass

Black as the lonely crow

That couldn’t sleep

And couldn’t recall any brighter memories

-- Here and maybe not

You are under the longing sky –

Here and there

Hunting

My dreaming soul

And you

My dark and cruel Diana

Without any bow

You have hunted me down

But you

- Alas!

- You are already indifferent—

 

*

 

Lie

In the shadow of grass

Listening

To the crackling like the flame grasshoppers

Counting

The airily swimming clouds

One by one

In the all worlds’ languages

And never

Remember your sadness

Never

Remember you love somebody

(And that this someone

Doesn’t love you)

Remember nothing

And so –

Forgetting everything –

You – in the quiet eternity

Maybe till the evening

 

*

 

My battle’s flags

Embroidered

With the violet fleur-de-lis

Swaying

Over the endless sky

Over

The endless army of my enemies

(The army from horses and men

From the dragons and fear)

The cohorts of the enemies

Extended to the farthest horizons

And I –

The only one

Under my flapping flags

The blades

Of the violet fleur-de-lis

Near my face

Show their clutches

And my

Flying death –

And I –

Without any doubt –

Can see your shivering eyes

Under the black veil

After my battle is lost

 

*

 

Don’t try to talk

To me this evening

My heart is sad

 

*

 

Come to sit

Under my blooming plum-tree

The night is long

 

*

 

Recite to me

The long poem of wind

From your land

 

*

 

I’ve drawn

The shadow for a cherry-tree

An artificial noon

 

*

 

Give me your promise

That you will

Forget me slowly

 

*

 

Don’t drink

From this cup

There’s sadness

 

*

 

Don’t tell me

You hate me

I already know

 

*

 

On my book

Dragon-fly’s shadow

Reading over my shoulder

 

*

 

Who knows

What poems were written into the grass

So just read!

 

*

 

Red footmarks of lily

On my fan imprinted

- She loves me still!

 

*

 

How high is the ceiling

In the house of the king!

The stars are twinkling

 

*

 

Today the wind

Is playing

The flute of bamboo

 

*

 

Only the half

Of blooming plum-tree

Was left after the storm

 

*

 

In the garden’s pond

The heron is fishing

His white reflection

 

*

 

From my hair

I’ve made a little cage

For your nightingale

 

*

 

I’m missing

Your shadow in my garden

Not you

 

*

 

To watch

How the light is falling

On the things

Those don’t have the bodies

That’s all what you need

For justifying

This involuntary motion

That’s called the life

 

*

 

I’m just the reflection of the dream

Caged

In the sloping mirror

So helpless

When repeating repeating repeating other reflections

Absorbing the time

Into my cold silvery body

 

The infinity of my shapes

The forms of my thoughts

Flash swimming

One over the other

Like the little fishes

On the surface

Of the artificial moon

 

*

 

Say my name

When the morning is falling

Like the pink glass

And breaking on the streets

 

Remember me

When the swallow is dying

Under the rain

And the children are crying

By the window

 

Hate me

When the night is pressing

Her hands to your body‘s

Wiggling and creeping smell

 

Enchant my name

When the light returns

And the leafs are praying on the mound

When the hearing is hushing up

And the noise is running

From this life

 

*

[sniegas]

I know that I'm not good with poems but I just like to write them, and that's all. There are times when you just think about something and you just want to write that down. Even if you can't really find the right words... One winter day I was walking around the city's garden. The roses grow there but now they are under the tick layer of snow so... I began to think that it would be interesting to know how they are feeling and what dreams they are have all the winter... Alors...

 

The roses

Fall asleep

Under the snow

Shaking off

Their earthly life

They are repeating

The litany of flowers:

- to wake up

- to wake up again

not as the bird or the wind

not as the light or the love

as themselves - -