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LJUBAV
Seti se šta smo nekad bili,
a pogledaj gde smo sada,
lutamo praznim ulicama dugim
i plovimo putem beznađa.
Kako je došla tako je i otišla,
tiho i nečujno kao da nikada nije ni bila tu,
a nekada smo se tako jako
kleli samo u nju.
Kažu ljudi da sigurna nije,
uvek dođe kad se najmanje nadaš,
a ode kad pomisliš da sreći nema kraja.
Seti se šta smo nekad bili,
a pogledaj gde smo sada,
lutamo praznim ulicama dugim
i plovimo putem beznađa.
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Anadolu Rüzgari -IV-
Dragi Ahmet Kurt, poštovani kolega, izdavač i tvorac divnog projekta Anadolu Rüzgari -IV-, gde su učestvovali pesnici iz 23 zemlje, pisano na 13 različitih jezika, 66 pesnika i pisaca, 640 strana knjige, iskreno HVALA što ste se javili i moje pesme uvrstili u ovu divnu knjigu. Sertifikat je stigao, a uskoro se družimo i sa knjigom❤️
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Dear Ahmet Kurt, respected colleague, publisher, and creator of the beautiful project Anadolu Rüzgari -IV-, in which are poets from 23 countries participated, written in 13 different languages, 66 poets and writers, 640 pages book; I sincerely THANK YOU for contacting me and my poems included in this beautiful book. The certificate has arrived, and soon we will be hanging out with the book❤️ -
I call your name in silence
You’re gone tonight
when I close my sad eyes
in silence, I call your name.
Where are you?
You’re gone tonight.
You’re gone tonight
when sleep does not come to my eyes
when the black thoughts of the sea
and the lights of dawn do not come.
You’re gone tonight.
You’re gone tonight
memories hurt a lot
and while awake, I wait for you.
Loneliness is my second name.
You’re gone tonight
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A STORY OF GREAT LOVE
It was brown eyes, supernatural forces
a piercing look, the sadness he hides
cold and irresistibly dear
mischievously silly, bathed in longing.
He loved the army; he had a dream
that as a boy, he would sail the skies
explore distant horizons
wear a green uniform
and ride a steel helicopter.
The girls loved him secretly
dreaming of a warm hug
as he flew through the blue sky
he found serenity in Emina’s sad eyes.
At first glance, a flame of love erupted
a gentle touch aroused a sweet desire
He kept Emina’s picture close to his heart
he eased the great pain with a smile.
It was lips as soft as silk
sweet as honey
love that they hide from others.
He flew bravely with obsessive thoughts.
Where is she?
What works?
Who is with her?
Emina’s love gave strength
to overcome life’s obstacles with ease.
She was faithfully waiting for him after every flight
long black dress,
satin on Emini
which sometimes to him because of the views of others
jealously bothering.
A story of great love
keeps memories
about the heat of passion, with his hand, when he squeezes it
Emina’s long, black hair
satin dress
the scent of body perfume
which binds them
in one.
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ROOM SHADOW
Imagine…
You sit and think
thoughts swarm in your head.
They shine like sparks in the furnace
and disappear like a quiet whirlwind.
After some shadow, it seems to you that thoughts follow
while the last Viennese waltz plays on the walls.
I’m looking…
It looks unreal, and it seems endless
beautiful, magical.
Tight bodies wrapped in fear
masks of happiness caress the face.
The dress gently wipes
footprints
which leads the heart into an endless abyss.
I’m dancing.
They are not looking ahead
Do not look back
eyes closed
open-hearted
they disappear into the darkness
intertwined room shadows.
Prohibition of copying and use of the song. The song is protected by copyright.
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While the pilots are flying in the sky
Thanks so much, dear Petar Milatović, because my song „The Story of Big Love” is publish in the magazine “Slovoslovlje”
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NA OBALI PUSTOJ SEDIM
Sitan pesak pod prstima gori
posmatram more kako burno peni
talasima besnim zapljuskuje stene
uporno želi mir da naruši
da mi dušu
ionako praznu
uguše.
Osećam spokoj u nemirnom moru
miris njegov ravnotežu telu vraća
sunce se skriva iza oblaka sivih
sedim sama na obali pustoj
i divljoj se prirodi divim.
Nemirno more peva pesmu našu
sedeli smo davno na obali njenoj
sigurni u večnu ljubav
koja iluzija beše
zavara nas leto
peščana plaža
i varljivo sunce.
Na obali pustoj
oživela su čežnjiva sećanja.
The song is copyrighted—prohibition of copying and use of the song.
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BELI GOLUB
Oblaci sivi kišu tuge slute
spustili se nisko, iznad gorde jele
dan da mi pomute – crno da ga oboje
osmeh da mi uguše – suzu u oku da razbude
bol da pokrenu
tebe iz mog života
da operu i odnesu
hladnom kišnom vodom
kao bujica mutnu reku.
Golub beli
kišnog jutra
sleteo je nežno na moj dlan
i doneo glas ljubavi,
poljubio tiho
nežno u vrat
šapatom zanosnim da umiri strast
vreli glas
što u meni dogoreva
poput žara.
Sitnim očima gledao me nežno
spustio glavu kao da se klanja
pomazih ga vrhovima prstiju
osetih toplinu koja celim telom struji
donosi mi voljenog
u mislima setnim
bol da otkloni
tugu da ublaži.
Pesma je zaštićena autorskim pravom. Zabrana kopiranja i korišćenja pesme.
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One of my songs for a better rest of the day to all poetry lovers
PRIČA O VELIKOJ LJUBAVI
Bejahu to smeđe oči,nadprirodne sile
prodornog pogleda, tugu što su krile
hladne a neodoljivo drage
vragolasto luckaste, čežnjom okupane.
Voleo je vojsku, usnio je san
da će kao dečak ploviti nebom
istraživati daleke horizonte
nositi uniformu zelenu
i voziti hilikopter čelični.
Devojke ga volele tajno
snivale topli zagrljaj
dok je on leteo plavim nebom
spokoj je pronašao u Emininim očima setnim.
Na prvi pogled buknuo je plamen ljubavi
nežni dodir je budio želju slatku
Emininu sliku je čuvao blizu srca
osmehom je ublažio bol jaku.
Bejahu to usne nežne poput svile
slatke poput meda
ljubav što su vešto od drugih krile.
Leteo je hrabro s opsesivnim mislima.
Gde je?
Šta radi?
S kim je?
Eminina ljubav snagu je davala
da životne prepreke sa lakoćom savlada.
Verno ga je čekala posle svakog leta
duga crna haljina,
saten na Emini
koji mu ponekad zbog pogleda drugih
ljubomorno zasmeta.
Priča o velikoj ljubavi
uspomene čuva
o vrelini strasti, rukom kad je steže
Emininoj dugoj, crnoj kosi
satenskoj haljini
mirisu parfema tela
koji ih veže
u jedno.
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SNOVI KLIZE IZA HORIZONTA
Otvaram veliku kapiju starih snova
uskoro stiže teška noć
zvezde se rasule po nebu
raspršuju prah svetlosti
po trnovitom putu surovog života.
Tope se polako snovi
napuštaju kuću fantazije
brišu se tragovi prošlosti
i nestaju sa zalaskom sunca.
Nema nas ni u snu ni na javi.
Budućnost je novi izazov.
Gubi se strah jer su želje jake.
Otvaram veliku kapiju starih snova
uskoro sviće novi dan
sunčevi zraci tmurno nebo krase
raspršuju prah nade
po trnovitom, kišnom putu surovog života.
Nema nas ni u snu ni na javi.
Odlaze nedosanjani snovi
iza plavog horizonta
doćiće bolje vreme
dok se rasipa zlatni prah svetlosti života
ispisan jezikom davne ljubavi.
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ČAROBNI MIRIS JUTRA
Noćima bez sna dozivam jutra
čarobna,mirisna,nežna
satkana od ljubavi, od sreće.
Zatvorim oči i zamišljam more
duboko, plavo
galebova let
talase kako zapljuskuju peščane plaže.
Otvaram prozor
udišem polako
topao miris jutra.
Osećam spokoj
mir
sreću.
Prilaziš suptilno
misli da mi ne prekineš.
Ljubiš me nežno
u ruci kafa za dvoje
dok ti usne izgovaraju
ime moje.
Nebo se smrači
odjek groma poput topa
oči progledaše
nestaju pusti snovi
čarobnog jutra.
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Bojana Kwiek
Writer, Ghostwriter, Copywriter, Content Creator, Visual Storyteller
Bojana Kwiek 