Tag Archives: love poetry

December light

December is what we are
When love glistens back
the light in the baubles.

We have the White and the Words.
Words that move mountains
tiptoe to touch the stars
whet the wondrous luster of the sea
travel with the wind
glimmer with the moon
Feel not the rejection and foible
of the world.

Words are a soft warm pillow
on which I rest
my threadbare soul
that trod naked
on paths of ice
and thorns.

Words keep my bloodshed
clean on a stave
and in hues of red
a song is made…

 

Art by Toshio Ebine.

Gentle giant

You are the mellow vines
ripe at the touch of Autumn.

You are a blue alphabet
falling from the sky…

You are the amber leaves
lured in the sleep of Winter.

You are the macadamized trance
of flowers
when Spring is climbing up the trees.

If you are not the fragrant moon
to bread stars from shimmering flour
You are the color of fire
that burns in everything you see.

 

Art by Michael Cheval.

The moon

In the evening
with my eyelashes
I kill all the events of the day
I choke perceptions and
reveries green
That could be real
Pending dream.

In the evening

with my fingers

I spin yarns

For your sweet bedlams…

“I’ll be looking at the moon,
but I’ll be seeing you.”
Michael Ondaatje

 

Art by Yajuro Takashima.

Iulia Halatz
She says: “Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories.”
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.

What is the sound of a feeling?

It is what you hear
as vibe of Love
like thunderstorms
stripping the coat
of your soul.
You are undressed and protected
when sounds propagate
to create a garden of lilies

touching the ravishing gold
of water
rippling with innocence
and magnificence
in the winds
in the winters
and in the snows of June.

© Iulia Halatz

Art by Julius Von Klever.

 

Love is the fifth season

Love is the fifth season
It starts in March
With shines of longer days,
guarding the waters more.

It moves along with
greens and joys of May.
It flourishes above the lilacs
And with you I sleep
Amidst lilies-of-the-valley…

It drifts down July dusks
Colored in bluish touches.
……………………………………………
October is the beginning of times
Cutting edges and bringing back
Memories of youth.
Now it is the season to embrace
The truth…

This is an old poem from year 2015.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art by Viktor Vasnetsov.