Hello. I've recently written some poems... one of them is a Shakespearian sonnet actually..
I feel a bit ashamed to post them here, because those are just some senseless teenage poems,
nevertheless I need your opinion on them.. so thanks a lot.
French morning (a sonnet)
This is the smell of the sea
Two blocks away from here
Oh, God, it's like heaven's bless'ng for me
It cures, it cools...It takes away the fear..
In a bright spring French morning
I look at rough red roofs and high blue skies
I see white clouds, the doves soaring
They fly away, but they returnn sometimes.
It's just a shiny bright new day
I'm looking out of the window of my flat
I see the people; just like doves they're making their way
On streets of town; I feel the smell and hear chat.
In a sudden, yet not surprising sorrow
I'm thinking of the day of my departure - tomorrow
Night dreamer
When the wind crawls quiet among the trees
And the Moon spills down her silver light
On the rock I sit upon the seas
And I watch the wind and water fight.
And I think about many things
And I dream, dream ever, never end
And the history, the life, the deeds of Kings
Pass beside me; outside alone I stand.
The Moon is full, so giant, made of light
The air’s fresh, the night is long
I watch, I think, I dream with all my might
And high upon the world I hear the water’s song.
And at that hour, there, I feel I fly, I fly up high
I am in air, forest, water and the mist.
I want to touch the Moon, to hug the sky
And then fall down, turn into the morning breeze.
But no… the Moon is down, the Sun is nigh
With bright new day She wants to blind me, and I scream
I hide my face, I close my eyes, I sigh
And go away, wait for the night,
To dream.
Again, thanks a lot for reading..
