What about a bunch of poems?

Welcome!
Though most of my poems are originally in Slovak (my mothertongue) I slowly translate them and I also write (apart from short stories or better said portraits of what I see and what I feel) short poemic texts or poems dedicated to a certain writer or musician. In this thread I will introduce my poetry to you, and I hope some of you find it worth reading. Whether you have a negative or positive response in your mind, feel free to write it, I will appreciate any. The poems will be added chronologically and new ones will probably appear as well So there we go






A storm is raging on the shore
Though noone hears the ocean´s lore
There is one man, in shadowfall
Cursed for waiting eternal

And yet he might not see behind
The curtain of the cloudy skies
A white ship may once come for him
Gleaming harbringer of paradise
(dedicated to J.R.R. Tolkien, first one)

Blossom

Once long ago travelling trough the fields
From that time had passed many years
I saw in thorns, weed and squalor
A beautiful and stunning flower

With colors played the stem, rainbow leaves reveling
And above all of them, a crystal crown was towering
Just like a oil pool of color
Nectar was down it´s petals trickling
I stood there amazed by it´s valor
In crystal my own face was mirroring

I stretched my hand- not to tear, but to care
For who would ever wish to tear such beauty, who would dare?
The petal crimson and then cyan keen
In corolla a world of beauties unseen
And oh, the scent- so heavy, fainting and charming
Yet most lovably playful, soft and caring

Blossom was speaking to me- come tomorrow to again witness
The deep taste of nectar, the flower´s brightness
Or just to admire it blowing in the wind
Fall awake, asleep again, into my own mind
And so I came again next morning, to see the flower prime
But it had been gone long ago- someone torn it- perhaps time?

After all, it was just an ordinary flower, wasn´t it?

 

Fear

When storm gets dark above cities, villages near
To all windows spreads freezing fear
Fear beats hopes, desires and dreams
Fear, *******, nameless and blind

Clean your soul of ancient dirt
We all are truly slaves of fear
Although in society noone pleads
Alone in dark everyone fears

We fear of unknown, we fear of places darken
We fear of our friends, we fear of children
We fear of family, we fear of our lives
The fear is spreading of underground severs

Be fearless, hero, and face the darkness
Only then you can find strong place in life
Your desires wont be threaten by dark dreams anymore
And your life will no more be fainted and sombre

Ascending

Slowly the sun rises above his land
To be silent witness of sad moment
Scene of ruin, of war, of vain
Under hard marching land fell, lans of grain
Bloody they tremble in easy gale
There was a fight, in sleeptime pale

Yes, it was dreaming, in it the force was born
Darkened but still pure
In Him the force was born of which the land apart is torn
It destroyed, that is for sure

Towers are ruined, walls keep on falling
It seems that under them victims are breathing
In honest praying to heaven last look
For where only silence sounds they salvation hunger
Salvation, grace for their souls, for souls of other
For them there is nothing though, wanderers shaded

Proud city will loose it´s crown in blood and silt
Even the king will vanish, though power of his will
for long has protected the city from murderers
Outtake must been terrible, that´s how it seems
The one that vanished all souls in streets

But truth is different, yet noone percieves
Only He above the city on mighty wings rises
Alone he ascended above the victims cry
To even hell´s gate with smile he will fly
From darkened wings crimson is dripping
Until the last drop finishes falling

And with that drop the city is done
For Him another journey had yet begun
And sharply monstrous sound flies trough the land
At His command earth torns and city dives in sand

Thousand of innocent souls...
Of danger they hadn´t tought
As he flied towards the sun, tears dropped from his face
The death was silent, as flight of dove
Towards the sun on wings he leaps
In pain, but with hope
That one day all of hirs arrears
will be refund
And all what he destroyed, all what he burned
All what he lost in suffering and gore
All of them He...might...once...restore...

Song for the moon

In a land far away, in shade of mountain
in dazzling embrace of a sheep herd
in rich scent of birch skintan
There lived a boy who I once loved

For many years we´ve been together
fulling what fate hadn´t gave us
one day he passed away in suffer
forever gone, no more he was

I cried, lost hope, cursed and sweared
Damned the Lord for taking him away
for the great suffering I must have stand
blinded by pain I ran far away

But when ages passed and I had to die
for my lifted curse punished was I
destroyed by regrets had I to live on
eternal life without him, never to be torn

Even if ages pass and all starlight dies
for my eyes your blight again shall rise

Even if ages pass and wind of time will blow
For me above the waves fullmoon will show

 

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.