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Carlo C Gomez Apr 2021
Starting from the Euphrates
wayfinding a trail toward Babylonia
to divert her waters

mapping her ancient towers
her eyes
her desires
her pudendum

egressing out of the bitter river
surrounding her temple

until enlightenment
glisters betwixt the frangible pages of her
Dialogue of Pessimism:
~
"Who is so tall as to ascend to heaven?
Who is so broad as to encompass the entire world?"

~
Inspired by Jamadhi Verse's poem 'Minor Melancholy' and the music she provided a link to:

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4289300/minor-melancholy/
Svetoslav Apr 2021
Come to take you around in Montana, my friend!
From the waters of Ogosta dam
to the waves of the fountain
and the fabulous nights in Monteto.
Nowhere on earth or the Balkans you will find a city like that,
even at sea for it's the quietest and most pleasant city in Bulgaria.

A city with an ancient history,
dating back to before the coming of Christ,
telling of the intransigence of the people
and their hunger for knowledge.
A city with good people who deserve respect and esteem,
people who believe in a better future and
the progress of their young spirit.

They pass this faith and knowledge on to future generations
about the energy and loyalty to our city.
From the dazzling and beautiful Chiprovtsi carpets
to the countless and charming summers and winters.
Welcome!
A poem about my hometown of Montana.
Translated from Bulgarian
Winnalynn Wood Mar 2021
Happiness cannot be boughten, nor sadness be quenched in a day
Life is an ancient road, eternally beaten and trodden to stay
Kamilla Mar 2021
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
From the sweet laughter dribbling down your lips,
To your gentle eyes fluttering at dawn
From the way you gracefully pounce across the sea rocks
Gathering and sorting rounded glass—milky in color
The way the afternoon sun turns your hair to gold
Your eyes to deep, evergreen forests
Your limbs, like Icarus’ wings
Glowing, fragile,—temporary
My love knots tightly for thee, unslipping
However,
With every yearning glance, I worry you will wash away
Like the piles of creamy glass you once collected
Returning home to the ocean and her waves
Leaving me unmoving upon the shore
—gazing
Yoh Esters Feb 2021
You say you know better. You have been on this Earth longer than me.

You saw the culmination of faults write the books I've read in school.

You saw the Moon go many shades and the Sun still light your life.

You act like a giant and say I stand upon your shoulders.

Yet, the water is still above my head.

The sacrifices you made weren't enough to afford me a life vest.

So, I'm drowning...maybe....just maybe I'll drown your demons along with mine.
annh Dec 2020
Springing
  from sequestered     
         splendour,
 carved      
out by                      
      ancient tributaries;

Receiving,
streaming,                
  flowing
   ­     with
            the current
of experience;       
   
Through
  the floodplains
of my sorrows,              
   to the
foreshore of
                my dream time;

A river      
             of breath,
a watershed        
               of meaning,
consciousness
                         in spate.

“Here is born the Po,
Anon, its waters flow;
So too I will upend,
From spring to shore
And back again.”
- AH
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