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Bloodyday

Friend,

just tell me one thing

Would you let me fly in your wings?

Do you love me in every sunshine morning?

Do you feel the same the way I do?

I don’t know what your answer is

I don’t know what makes your tears disappear

But I know your smile blooms to say so

 

Did you ever see the firefly fair

In a moonless night?

Soundless beauty with limitless mystery

Lightens the way we go.

Some likes it as moving stars

Some likes it as magic flairs

I will say it’s like your soundless love

Reining my heart!

 

Once I wanted to fly in your wings

To watch your world of dreams

Your tears dropped like the fallen stars

That’s why I am writing instead of asking

Since you love to lose every game you played

But my love is not the same anymore!

 

Whatever your answer is

Just to let you know:

My love is pure

My love is unique

If you realize me in precise.

My firefly nights are still in the dark

Stars in the sky now forget to spark!

 

 

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tonyv

This is a lovely lyrical composition, Rony. The firefly fair imagery, expanded from your previous verse, is nothing short of sublime, and I am jealous that it did not originate from my own muse. My favorite parts:

I don’t know what your answer is

I don’t know what makes your tears disappear ...

 

Did you ever see the firefly fair

In a moonless night?

Soundless beauty with limitless mystery

Lightens the way we go.

Some likes it as moving stars

Some likes it as magic flairs

I will say it’s like your soundless love

Reining my heart!

 

Once I wanted to fly in your wings

To watch your world of dreams

Your tears dropped like the fallen stars

That’s why I am writing instead of asking

Since you love to lose every game you played...

And though the entire poem is ultimately beautiful, these parts are especially moving. I love this poem.

 

Tony


Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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Lake

Very manly, full of fervor. I wish there is such passion in my poems, too.

Like Tony, I also like the middle stanzas.

 

Since you love to lose every game you played

 

Isn't it something there!

 

Cheers

 

Lake

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Bloodyday

Tonyv

 

let's write a poem about the journey of dreamland! How it might be! exciting or full of melancholy: it might depend on the present state of mind!

 

 

words are nothing but the vivid expression for the picturesque in an imaginative mind, though it possesses the form of complexity.

 

thanks for your lovely expression!

 

thanks and live life!

 

Rony!

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Bloodyday

Hi lake

 

what about the swim in sky blue ocean with the whales!

 

(if i am not wrong, whales are not man eater! icon_biggrin.png )

 

life without tensile mode is not quiet bad, but it's rare to have it! Any vacation or any kind versatile relation can make this mode jolly!

 

 

what about the pictures in the wall which calls me every time to travel through same thoughts which it has been drawn to express!

 

 

lot's of thoughts jammin'

 

 

Thanks and live life!

 

Rony

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Aleksandra

Hello Rony. This poem is somehow with ironical sound. I love how it flows every word in this lovely poem, full with wonderful expressions, and imageries.

 

I agree with Tony, this is very lyrical composition, where every expression goes one to another, in some wonderful order. And there is no space to leave a breath for another line, all poem is reading in one breath.

 

Here are some of the expressions what I specially love:

 

Soundless beauty with limitless mystery.

( this is very original and very deep expression, also so poetical. )

 

 

Once I wanted to fly in your wings

To watch your world of dreams

Your tears dropped like the fallen stars

( I love this part sooo much, and gives other way of this poem, more emotional and sensitive )

 

And then the ending line:

 

Stars in the sky now forget to spark!

- amazing...

 

Rony, very good job you have done in here.

 

Keep this way.

 

Aleksandra


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Bloodyday

Hi Alek

 

 

 

before posting this stuff, i didn't think much about what it is or what it is for.

 

some wanton feelings compels my mind to vomit something in the page. some pictures in my mind helps out to set a plot and some familiar words urge to build rhyme.

 

when i watch your comments, i think something going on and that time i try to read what i wrote!

 

i don't even ponder to write like Rabindronath or Jibonanodo, i can't even think about it honestly, but sometimes i feel i am obsessed by something else perhaps it's beyond our realization!

 

That's why i write these garbages!

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Aleksandra

Bloodyday wrote:

 

i don't even ponder to write like Rabindronath or Jibonanodo, i can't even think about it honestly, but sometimes i feel i am obsessed by something else perhaps it's beyond our realization!

 

Hi Rony. You are doing just fine. It is not the point to write like somebody else. It is good that you are not writing like someone else. Rabindranath is wonderful, and he is one of my favorite poets. Always I read his book :

The Gardener, because he have such a lovely poetical voice. But yea keep it your way of writing and enjoy, you have wonderful poetry, so we enjoy your poetry also

 

Aleksandra


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Bloodyday

Hi Alek

 

 

glad to know you read Rabindranath. i am sorry to say i was not such a studious person and even i couldn't read very much of his writings. actually being the last bench student i was always busy with my world full of apathy. i passed my childhood in sub-urban place where in every road, in every village there is a mystery to embrace in wilderness and i was so insane that i always run away from the school in search of this mysteries.

 

my world of poetry build up with very few knowledge of renowned person's creativity, but it possesses what comes from my mind!

 

so i am nothing, nothing but a worthless verse maker lack of intellectuality. but still i need a place to vomit my apathy, melancholy, sorrows kept in my heart somewhere and i don't know if this process might bring some peace to my mind!

 

In a short, it is a great honor to hear you enjoyed something i write!

 

thanks for the inspiration!

 

RoNy!

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goldenlangur

Hello Bloodyday,

 

Passionate and beautiful imagery too - love your evocation of the night sky lit only by the 'firefly' - what sublime drama in the image of "firefly fair". Also the 'fallen stars' imagery is brilliant.

 

 

goldenlangur


goldenlangur

 

 

Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Bloodyday

Hi langur!

 

 

after a long time we are enjoying your presence! thanks for your compliments!

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