Stop crying at the memory of the beloved For longing has become like a baby to me My longing for you reminds me of you, my love
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
I let the sea lead me to the depths When I committed suicide I had no mercy My life is full of discord And the storms made it like a drowning wave
I wish poetry would read what the pen writes And that would end the pain in my chest? The bird's echo rises, repeating the tune
Gather your wounds, O human being For the heart has been torn apart for a long time When it saw its land humiliated
And you say to me: Do not bow to pain And you are the one who broke my back with regret? And you are the one who fed me from affliction and disease
The wave must give up the dream a little If the sea rages, will it force it to move? And if the foam floats on the surface
My soul roams as you wish in my dreams and be wild Like the sun that appeared on the horizon, have my hopes been renewed?
I said: No, what tempts me after exile? And in poetry mocks me and changes meanings? I have repented for my mistakes, so who after humiliation will mourn me
Oh rain come and search for me Come near me and wet me Don't play with my wounds and burn me Let me be proud of the sweetness of meanings
The river ran, the tall trees swayed, The forger worked, the artist played. The dog barked proud, the mouse squeaked, too,
By Bob Maddenabout a year ago in Poets
The melodies of this violin No longer produce melodies? In my soul and being I can no longer speak? And the flower, how beautiful is the place
The masks have fallen from your faces, O rulers It is time to liberate the judgments Let us resist on God's land
