"My soul is open" – 4777 rezultate
0.03 secundeMeilisearchIgor Ursenco
CURRICULUM VITAE(Epekeina tes ousias: "beyond the being" Plato)) It's my thirst which concedes that there is water... Irrigated, my soul awakes forth: I'm surviving my nigts,for I taper this body worth... I exceed all my fates.I should figth her wasted battles, anxious to allot penitences of Eva & wagger fleengs of Loth... Who I am? Could she know? Yet I master her thougts - trespassing my bounds - remote... May I be her breath, confined by - rather - things she sais me not..?
2 poezii, 0 proze
SCStefan Ciobanasu
Which way is the right path, as I stand upon This chaotic crossroads of hate... How many ways are there to roam On this dark and damned road of fate... "There are many ways, my son, to find where the souls of demons remain...But it takes only one second of despair and of doubt Until at last, your soul, they will gain... Inherit these lands, these things, these dreams That are yours, forever, to adore... For there is no life, in the depths of chaos, my son, For you to explore... C. Vincent Metzen - 'The Initiate' All I ever craved were the two dreams I shared with you. One I now have, will the other one ever dream remain. For yours I truly wish to be. Nightwish - Ever Dream
2 poezii, 0 proze
ISIoan Stoenica
I am my soul, and I have my brain to help me with that. Doar o parte din mine. Ma intereseaza sufletul uman cu toate sentimentele lui (din care sunt atatea de invatat), scrisul si fotografia, care imi permit sa exprim dragoste si bucurie si frumusete si tristete, si bicicleta mea iubita, care ma face sa zbor liber pe drumuri de caramida galbena ce duc catre cer... Mai erau teatrul si tangoul si parca si muzica, dar cred ca pana la urma e vorba de orice ma poate ajuta sa simt si sa exprim sufletul, orice ma poate ajuta sa invat si sa fac sa creasca mintea...
30 poezii, 0 proze
AOAlexandra Onofrei
Născută pe 11 februarie, 1992 în Sfântu Gheorghe, județul Covasna. Locuiesc încă în Sfântu Gheorghe, dar peste scurt timp mă voi muta în Aberdeen, Scoția, Marea Britanie, unde urmez cursurile facultății de Relații Internaționale și Literatură în Context Universal, Universitatea din Aberdeen. - Am publicat editoriale în ediția de Covasna-Harghita a revistei "Zile și Nopți". - Co-autoare a volumului antologic "Frunze, Gânduri, Stihuri", editura Eurocarpatica, Sfântu Gheorghe, 2009 - Co-autoare a volumului antologic "Ipostaze Lirice",editura Eurocarpatica, Sfântu Gheorghe, 2009 - Co-autoare a volumului antologic bilingv "Poeme de Suflet/ Poems of My Soul", editura Eurocarpatica, Sfântu Gheorghe, 2010 - Autoare a volumului de poezie "close up", Casa de Editură Petras, Rm. Vâlcea, 2010 - Premiul I la Concursul Național de Poezie "Carmen Patriae", Brașov, decembrie, 2010 - Marele Premiu la Festivalul Național de Poezie "George Țărnea", Rm. Vâlcea, noiembrie, 2010 -Premiul I la Concursul...
77 poezii, 0 proze
Florin Draghici
I'm just a soul, looking for my path...
10 poezii, 0 proze
Nitu Alexandru
Nothin much , just another soul :) . Hope you'l enjoy my work and i'm looking forwoard lots of comments :)
1 poezii, 0 proze
Richard Von Schaukal
1892-1897 studiaza dreptul in Viena; in 1998 promoveaza examenul de licenta; face parte din categoria poetilor simbolisti din Viena; primul volum de poezii il scoate la varsta de 19 ani, sub influenta puternica a lui Hugo von Hofmannsthal. Opere: Poems (Dresden 1893); Verses 1892-96 (Bruenn 1896); My gardens. Lonely verses (Berlin 1897); Tristia. New poems from the years 1897-98 (Leipzig 1898); Days and dreams. New verses (Leipzig 1899; 2 1902 erw. Expenditure.); Longing. New verses (Munich 1900); Pierrot and Combine or the song of the marriage (Leipzig 1902); Previous evening. An act in verses (Leipzig 1902); Selected poems (Leipzig 1904); Book of the soul. New poems (Munich 1908); Child poems (Munich 1913); Autumn. Poems 1912-14 (Munich 1914); Eherne of sonnets 1914 (Munich 1915); Homeland of the soul. Poems 1914-16 (Munich 1916); War songs from Austria (Vienna 1917); Jahresringe. New poems 1918-21 (Braunschweig 1922); Autumn height. New poems 1921-33 (Paderborn 1933); Music of the...
2 poezii, 0 proze
Eelenadaniela
Among the hundreds masts https://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/14111260/index.html?newlang=eng Sleepy, sleepy birds https://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/14173739/index.html?newlang=eng The Grass http://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/13977391/index.html?newlang=eng Soon We ll Die http://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/13970849/index.html?newlang=eng Just Think, Wouldn t Be Pity http://agonia.ro/index.php/poetry/13977070/index.html?newlang=eng Kiss Me https://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/14146075/index.html?newlang=eng The Soul Bows Down To Destiny http://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/13970855/index.html?newlang=eng Asking You http://agonia.ro/index.php/poetry/13977366/index.html?newlang=eng I Don t Regret http://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/13970863/index.html?newlang=eng Leaning My Head http://agonia.ro/index.php/poetry/13977473/index.html?newlang=eng Violet Twilight https://www.poezie.ro/index.php/poetry/14171185/index.html?newlang=eng Pastel...
15 poezii, 0 proze
GVGilca Victoria
15 poezii, 0 proze
Militaru Raluca Iuliana
Buna!Ai mei mi-au pus doua nume, si anume: Raluca si Iuliana.Dragii de ei...Oare la ce s-au gandit cand le-au ales?De ani de zile incerc sa ma obisnuiesc cu ele si imi spun mereu:”Eiii...lasa ca merge!”Am dreptate nu?Va mai spun ceva:de cate ori o intreb pe Raluca ce parere are despre Iuliana, aceasta spune ca nu o intelege,iar parerea Iulianei despre Raluca este ca nici ea nu o intelege.Deci sunt convinsa ca nu ati inteles mare lucru. Sunt o adolescenta de 17 ani. Hobby-uri mele sunt: poezia, cugetarile despre viata, memoriile din jurnal, limba si literatuta romana, limba latina si frumoasele-i texte, muzica, dansul, pictura(in special picturile de pe peretii camerei mele), rochitele(:X) si nu in ultimul rand arta culinara( in special dulciuri: tarte, prajituri, torturi, fursecuri, biscuiti,etc.-pasiune mostenita de la mana) Sunt nascuta in orasul Tulcea, judetul Tulcea, Romania. Am inceput sa scriu din primul an de liceu, iar acum literatura a devenit pentru mine un mod de a trai...
1 poezii, 0 proze
Le Spectre de la rose
de Théophile Gautier
Open your closed eyelid, Brushed by a virginal dream. I am the spectre of a rose That you wore last night to the ball. You took me still pearled With the silver tears of the watering can, And about...
44 de ani...
de Florin Hulubei
44 de ani și nimic important... doar un fir de lumină subțire pe sub ușa închisă noaptea e cel mai frumos mormânt al sufletelor noastre încă treze când ochii ni-s întorși spre vis către nimicul din...
Necronomikon
de Abdul al-Hazred
THE TESTIMONY OF MAD ARAB THIS is the testimony of all that I have seen, and all that I have learned, in those years that I have possesed the Three Seals of MASSHU. I have seen One Thousand and-One...
Anathema
de Dragos
Forgive me father for I have sinned, the end of my last confession was a world away, when u cast me out into the blades of this rotting reality that cut my soul so thin my own feelings would not...
to hell and back
de oana stanescu
Sometimes I feel like I’m falling appart Sometimes I’m just dying without any questions..or thoughts..or reasons.. Sometimes my head is so heavy almost like a burden how can I get rid of that single...
Scrisoarea IV - vers Engleza
de Mihai Eminescu
See the tall and lonely castle mirrored in the placid lake, \'Neath those waters does its shadow through the ages never wake, Silently above the pine-tress rise its ancient rampart stark, Throwing...
Memory
de Iurcencu Teodora Ioana
Brightly the sun of summer shone Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky of purest blue, Around, bright flowers of loveliest hue, Allured the gazer\'s eye. But...
Postcard to The Past
de Ohm
The past... Wow, what can I say. All this soon will fade. All this will simply be fetilizer for the future. The past can\\\\\\\'t help but cry, and die... drowning in its own tears (and sometimes its...
BITTER POPSIE
de Stefania
there is a secret pocket to your soul where the man carries the child unannounced the little one pops out and makes one open one's heart so came the unfortunate day: caught by the child wide opened...
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
de Samuel Taylor Coleridge
PART THE FIRST. It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. “By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?” “The Bridegroom’s doors are opened wide, And I am...