Poesie in inglese

Tapping on the windshield
fell the rain.
My smile teetering on stilts
of words I wish I could say.
Someone else's acts
tapping in my head.

So I stole the ticking from the streets
and the tears from the rain
I stole the voice from the clouds
and heard within me a smooth refrain.

   1 commenti     di: Samuele Scagliarini

I am the Queen.
I never wanted to be,
all I wanted was freedom,
free to live my life as I wanted.
But my heart was ripped out of my chest.
No one will ever love me.
The only one who did,
is long gone.
I stare at the mirror,
my brown eyes lost their sparkling,
cold, empty, lonely.
I am the Queen.
If they do not love me,
they will learn to fear me.
Ice,
grain after grain,
circling my

   0 commenti     di: Regina Ghiglietti

Fly dragonfly, fly.
Rolled in a singing lullaby
your secret wings keep the
thin wind tight.
And don’t tell me your
unpredictable tale,
so that I’m aware
to dream again and
suddenly love,
my golden prayer for good and all,
my sweetest recall for you my love…

   1 commenti     di: Federica Nightingale

There is nobody in the streets of true
there is nobody, nobody but you
now i paint my face of blue
later i'll wash it of clue
blue is sad, sad is blue
so sad it's true.
I paint my face, i paint a wall
where when i was baby i played with a ball
can you hear my call?
Come when i fall.

   4 commenti     di: Cristiana Oliva

Far,
your prejudice chooses
portraits of me.
But closer,
you should trust
in your eyes
and decide
if I deserve your touch.

   0 commenti     di: Marina Ar