Poesie in inglese

I shake your thoughts
like the wind with the harvests,
disjointed sometimes,
moisted paths
of rain and worries
in searching for
and cherish in heart
any mark of tricks.

   2 commenti     di: Chiara S.

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

I’ll never offer
My own body
By writings
Or X rays
I’ll never give it
In pieces...
Because its center
Would be sick
At one’s stomach...
I do not
Either show my bowels
Or my body
Since they’re so mine
And my humors
Only would become
Very sweet
If I felt
Something lovely.
I use to shriek with laughter
Whenever I see
Rags asses, breasts and wombs
On d

   1 commenti     di: raysilveira Ray Silveira

I don’t need any inspiration
Cause your grey sky says it all
When artists down your streets
Softly touch their guitars’ strings
And your cold wind bring their voices
To my heart.
And your green fields say it all…
Grasslands, bushes and red roofs
And a smile was on my face
When those shy rays of sunshine
Broke your fairytale grey sky…
Never forgetting you, beautiful land
With y

   6 commenti     di: Chiara S.

I wish
I landed
with my thoughts
in the void of this soul
eager for infinity
but
my heart enjoys itself
like a child
falling
from a rainbow
over this odd carousel
that we call
L i f e.

   2 commenti     di: Giovanni Cuppari