A song
Well known by all
Song of pain
And trust
Tomorrows are waiting
To be written
Open your heart
To the eternal light
And then pain will fly away
Like birds migrating to warmer lands
Will remain the song
Of the harp strings gently touched
By sacred hands
Ours hearts
May they be
Made of gem stone
Or glittery silk
Glowing like stars
Free as birds flying south
Brought together
In an original life painting canva
This is my piece of poetry as part of Writing Prompt proposed by Mona.
Find your breath
Maybe it’s the only thing that matters
Discovering your truth
No matter what people say
You can find inspiration in others
But it’s only in yourself that lie
All the answers
It was there before
And would live forever
A secret like this
Love know by few
And yet forbidden
Memories are fading
As they’re getting old
But love remains
As the only thing dear to hold on
Soon…
A story lost between
Pages of time
This is my piece of poetry as part of Writing Prompt proposed by Mona.
Morning walking by
Your naked body against mine
Deep breath of life
Loosing track of time
Nothing else but silence
To bless this precious bond
Your birth
And mine
This is my piece of poetry as part of Writing Prompt proposed by Mona.
We know deep inside
That the world can burn itself
So many men full of pride
Trying to mess up with life and death
We may stand alone in this place
Where hearts are hard
And shortened is our breath
But if we can hold our hands in the midst of chaoas
And if our eyes can meet in the turmoil of pain
We will have found the key
That unlock the doors of eternity
This is my piece of poetry as part of Writing Prompt proposed by Mona.
Engraved in my cells
This night
Like any other
In a whisper
I was gone
Like a ghost
I hurtled down the stairs
It was over
Shots of pain
Across my heart
I was never yours
You just thought
You could stole
Parts of my soul
In the street that night
The pieces of my life
Scattered everywhere
The chance to put them back together
And find myself again!
***
I know that nothing can change nor erase the violence of that special night. It’s there forever. It’s part of me as good memories are too. It was for so long a night I would recall with fear. The words, the scene, the threats.
It was tough and yet, thank God, it was, or I would have never left. I would have came back, despite the mess, despite the nonsense, despite me becoming a stranger to myself. And it would have been tragic!
This night gave me the chance to start anew. Sometimes the best is hidden in the most dangerous places.
This is my piece of poetry as part of Writing Prompt proposed by Mona.
Just a word
I could feel the call
One guitar chord
Can take me
In a place of memories
Home is where
Your music lead me
Without anything else
But your own sense
Of freedom
This is my poetry as part of Mona’s Writing Prompt idea.
There is something inside
That we hide
Something we don’t want others to see
We don’t want to know
It could burn our eyes
It could destroy the image we have
There is a part of darkness
A stream of shadows
Hanging around
There is unfolded nightmares
Anger and violence
Jealousy and pain
Until we are ready to face
Our dark side
With an open heart
We’ll never know the truth of who we are
Because you were told
That others count, before you
That others were, more important than you
You lost touch with the world within
The time will come to recover your strenght
And to be Magnificient again!
