Samedi 30 janvier 2010
6
30
/01
/Jan
/2010
19:11
Winter is falling
A woodhouse deep
In the countryside
And snow-white crying
I finally closed the book
It lies in front of the chimney
I found this was a lie
Lied to myself and you Beauty
Violins’ tune in my ears
An old man playing for us
Knows there’s but one thing to do
Sleeping beauty awakened
To forget it
The magical
Love in my heart
Cinderella
There are no more chances for us to exist
It’s the end of the line, where illusion stops
Even my poetry told me dream’s over
Winter fell on me and my fool’s hopes, Princess
Par Woe Poet
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Samedi 16 janvier 2010
6
16
/01
/Jan
/2010
18:44
Trying to find you
My soul dreamt again
“As you cried for me
I made my farewell
Deep in the forest
The guitars played loud
Flew above it all
The oceans and hills”
Morpheus gave me landscapes
Thanks him, I can see clearly
Before you love my soul
I’ll have to love it too
Before I touch your heart
I’ll have to wake mine up
I can’t have hopes with you
Mankind’s a mystery
Faking and pretending
I wish he gave me more
Morpheus gave me thoughts
I was waiting for hopes
I wanted to see me
With my princess again
But he only showed me:
I am still the lone wolf
The one that always dreams
The misanthropist shit
The tears forever dropped
Par Woe Poet
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Dimanche 10 janvier 2010
7
10
/01
/Jan
/2010
15:05
Violins playing for us again
In this night, I have seen this before
It was the time of my life
And it flew away, mindache
Past will never come again
Buried in my memories
They are so far from here
Across the sacred sea
Almost another world
Are they even real?
Can’t stop grabbing this book
And this sheet of paper
I’m too weak to turn it
Still reading the same lines
I walk alone once more
Before I leave this town
Even my poetry
Is fading and crying
Violins’s spirit welcoming you
Sky is opening, Hallelujah
No one’s here for us, a cold hollow
Has become the world, our candle’s off
Par Woe Poet
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Dimanche 6 décembre 2009
7
06
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/2009
16:19
Can they really get what we mean?
Once I thought it was never to be
And I opened my eyes for you
Realized faith had brought you peace
Fire in me rises again
As a phoenix, born from ashes
Mine are the rest of a dead heart
I always thought it was over
Until the day I forgot you
I saw the light, bright and so warm
I could feel it within my soul
The angel was flying away
In wonderland I met beauty
The green grass growing up
Daisies, dandelion
Perfume of memory
Enchanted land’s music
The nightingale forever mute
I found my belief
Still woe poetry
Rhyming as magic
And water falling
This was just a dream, I knew it
Hoped I’d never wake, once smiling
I hold you so tight, dream-fog
You hand touching mine, gripping it
My heart beating
My soul crying
Yours forgetting
In wonderland
Par Woe Poet
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Samedi 21 novembre 2009
6
21
/11
/Nov
/2009
16:10
Dawn in my heart
As the rain hit the window
Hear your music
Wish my melody was yours
For one night I would have a heart
I would feel it deep inside
Your angel’s grace catching my tears
Can this beauty be real?
Silence, pure and full of music
My symphony will live for you
Orchestra’s harmony playing
Reaching our ears and our soul
The white wings of yours
The weak sense of mine
It’s more violent
A lone spiritache
They were not more selfish before
Never the world will change for me
I had the dream you were special
You were my princess forevermore
They will not become something else
A ghost of my dreams was you
Did you ever wonder, my dear
Why I was so sad with you?
I hope you’ll grow up different
Can’t I help you?
I’m frozen inside, for now
Dusk in my heart
Par Woe Poet
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