Disposable poetry

Rain, but tonight I hoped for a glance of thee, supernova marvellous, who brings these verses to feeble life. But the day is gone with all its strife. and the dark a new dawn promises. Come, then, dreams, and become a new chance.

you never look for me and yet my eyes find yours my words do not reach you and yet your eyes find mine all this may never be and yet this verse implores...  you vanish like the dew and yet, at night, you shine  

It was a night like this: soft rain over the street; cold wind presaged a kiss from lips and eyes so sweet and with light full of bliss. She was so delicate, -and yet so spirited!- She was quite elegant, and with grand grace gifted. Though the kiss never came and the night ended quick, right here remains the flame. Or perchance just embers... shadows of memory. There she goes; here I stay.

Je suis arrivé à la fin de ce misérable chemin. Cet effort qu'on appelle «la vie» n'est, en vérité, qu'un souci auquel il ne vaut pas la peine même penser, vu qu'elle est bien pleine de solitude et de douleur et de la pâle mort le couleur. Mais si vraiment je dois rester, c'est mon choix de tout détester.

To be held by loving arms; to be mentioned in whispers; to be desired at night; to be remembered by day; to be compared to heaven; to be regarded as light. To be adored and be loved is to be truly alive.

Bajo la luz del gran astro largamente yo te busqué. Con tu rostro de alabastro muchas veces, feliz, soñé. ¡Esta noche, como todas, brillas tal como la luna! como lo dije en mil odas que buscaron su fortuna en un gesto silencioso, hermoso, maravilloso... en tu sonrisa silente, bonita, inteligente, de ningún modo inocente, mas plenamente consciente de la adoración ingente en los versos evidente, convertida en resignación, en cariño y admiración.

Once the afternoon had vanished and with the fiery sun hidden, I found myself homebound at night with my heart and eyes wide open. With my mind and heart so engaged suddenly, a soul downtrodden came into view and held my sight with hope and warmth cruelly stolen. Stopping to help, so much we talked that shine fled by darkness driven. And on the sky above, how bright Moon and Love with beams unbroken!

to many more miles perhaps a few smiles to long days and nights and wonderful sights to spending my days in winter's embrace

"Is this love?", you ask as I make us eggs. "No." is my reply as I kiss your face. "This is love.", you think when I come get you under heavy rain. But, once again, no. "Now, this must be love", you say as you see my name on your phone from across the world. No. What I thought was love was choosing to stay after you showed me your indifference. So, then, what is love if not being there? Love was just the lie I used to believe. A lie with your face, your eyes and your hands; one that lasted years filled with bitter tears.

 Take me where the sun lays down his rays, where the mountain opens up for me, where the heavens smile and welcome all. I yearn for peace Take me where I can live out my days, where the endless sky becomes the sea, where savage summer yields to kind fall. and for silence Lead me on the last road 'til the end, and make this flesh dissolve into stars that the road may be forever bright. but not really...

 "there is no place for me on this cold world", I thought as one more lonely day began. As the hours faded away, I saw all of me sinking into stagnation... a voice then came to me, quite a loud howl saying I should go, and quickly I ran. and later, in a long moment of awe, I came upon a realization: this life, so cold, so long and so foul that can so thoroughly destroy a man holds a glimmer of hope within its maw: a sparkle, a twinkle of salvation... "there is a place for me here, on the road."

 Après avoir longuement traversé bien des routes et des chemins bons et pas ; après avoir visité des endroits où j'ai presque perdu toute ma santé, j'ai bel et bien compris que, finalement,  ni la paix ni la joie sont des cadeaux ; et même si j'entends le chant du corbeau, je tiendrai bon toute ma vie, carrément.

 found myself hiding in the streets again suddenly riding along a new road forcefully biding my time, or my life? how much longer? after eluding the twisted sickle I thought visiting you would warm my soul but my lingering hopes burned into ash... by your absence I believed seeing you would make me smile but ended missing your sweet, charming eyes. I hope in sleeping I find you again if you let me

It's 2002. She makes a joke at my expense. I feel happy. I feel   wanted . I feel   needed . For once, I do not feel like an outlier, like a footnote on my family's history. My friends look at me expecting a reaction, but I can only manage to glance in her direction trying to steal a flash from those determined eyes I have come to admire so much. I get nothing. I think she is as nervous as I am, but she does not show it. It's 2023. I am sitting alone in a small flat trying to recall the elusive feeling of 21 long years prior and, to my surprise and grand delight,  it is still here . It's 2002. The war that ravages the country feels closer to the cities now, and I am a member of the reserve army. There is a remote chance that I will be called upon to join the military. Fear runs through the community, and one day I find a letter in my grey backpack. It's from her. She has always been a better writer than I can ever hope to be, but this time I can feel her tremulous h...

 I stand beneath a cloudy morning sky staring silently into the abyss. A pair of stately wings prepares to fly above the storm, onto the charming bliss. The goose will soar into the great white north -though presently it suffers scorching heat- This foreign land will give me my way forth as hope and blood with toil and sweat shall meet.

  For the girls giggling next to me in the theatre: I know this film is supposed to be amusing and I truly am glad you should yet find it so; for hope is the grand privilege of youth, and you, oh, I know you still believe, I know you still trust through your sweet, juvenile, evocative laughter...   But through time and tears many lessons I have learned that I wish you would never need to understand. I wish that your joy sprung eternal from the Fount of Many Bounties. But, alas, youthful maidens, Disappointment will strike you, too, in dreams... in blood...

On this eve you have been taken away, and though we did not speak for far too long  the kindness you showed me many a day did carry me on and did make me strong. I recall your face when the first you were to recognise me after two long years: -two years then of joy but now of despair- your surprise, your smile, your embrace and tears! Your ship sailed to distant ports, as did mine, and only a silent farewell remains. You were a good friend, honest, true and fine; and now you are free from torments and pains.

  this came to me in a long and painful night It started as a spark; a random crash of two rocks. It then ignited a few wooden branches and weeds, burning timidly in the night. Later, it grew into logs piled on other logs burning softly together, finally warming a cold nocturnal heart. Then it became a passionate house fire that destroyed all that it found, a force of nature that consumed all what was and all what was meant to be. That gave way to a forest fire; a savage, uncontrolled, scorching inferno spouted by hell to prove it did not exist; a flaming monster that reached out of my heart set alight by her eyes and encircled heaven entire, bringing destruction to the divine and exploding the celestial vault into smithereens. The burning pieces of non-existent heaven dwindled to ashes that rained down on my life, obscuring her spectre and shaping the nightmare I had long dreaded to face, the same I knew was coming. The cinder incubus grew, unchecked, engulfing her with its horrid...

 Every time someone has a heart attack, doctors say a part of the organ dies. That's true: you can see the break in their eyes. But physicians cannot see every crack. Every day, despite the pain, people rise and go on living, seeking what they lack in dirges, in days grey and in nights black concealing their tears behind walls of ice.

 As I walked through a cloud of smoke today, surrounded by my sadness and my tears, a mem'ry came, unannounced, to my brain as many before itself: I saw you. I saw that smile that o'ertakes you with pride. You had to have done it, I realized. The toil is finished; the suffering done. Honour is your name today,  beloved . You may not believe it, but I'm happy. This double scotch I drink to your good health. I drink to all the days and all the nights you spent devoted to your hard labours. And, oh, how you worked! How you deserve this! But all I have for you,  love , is verses...