I haven’t betrayed you, my hometown
by Mirela Sula
I’m leaving…
My poor shadow remains
There, wandering on the streets
In the grip of gigantic shades
Though sick, I’m leaving
Hidden under covered wounds
Without medicine
I’m leaving…
How am I leaving?
I still hear earthly songs
Following me down the Childhood Mines
My skin chapped of the saddening epidemic
Makes me suffocate with its yellow color
I’m leaving…
Roads winding downwards
No one knows where they lead to
Cold weather
Hanging itself on my eyes
The never made sins stay locked
In the prison of my body
I don’t know
Why I’m carrying them with me
You killed me…
Unwisely, but you killed me
To spare your own selve
I saw the culprits seeing me out
At the door of my hometown
I was sorry
To leave them behind
I was sorry to leave you behind
My hometown
Melting away like a snow
Didn’t you feel sorry to see me go?
My ears red with innocence and the cold
I haven’t betrayed you my hometown!
Since I first touched your body
I’ve loved you
I’ve been defending you
Now, I’m leaving you
This is all I knew
I’ve been feeding with the freshness of your sky
Your body and soul…
How can you deny me?
My hometown,
You killed me
Because I loved you beyond my consciousness
I am leaving now…
Carpeting your streets with the gravel of love
People keep walking with their eyes closed
Unceasingly, I’m carpeting the frozen ice of your streets
With all I own, so the other people won’t fall down like me before
Mirela Sula
Copyright ©:
Mirela Sula
A few random poems:
- How to Write Creative Non-fiction
- Diving Into The Wreck
- At This Very Moment by Mary TallMountain
- A Day Dream by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- To a Lady on Her Coming to North-America by Phillis Wheatley
- Winter Landscape, With Rooks by Sylvia Plath
- Transient
- Ярослав Смеляков – Здравствуй, Пушкин
- Red Roses by Nithin Purple
- [Greek Title] by Thomas Hardy
- Олег Григорьев – Цель жизни
- Orlando Furioso Canto 12 by Ludovico Ariosto
- To A Wife, On Mother’s Day by Ronald G. Auguste
- Alicante Lullaby by Sylvia Plath
- Identification In Belfast by Robert Lowell
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For James Smith:
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On John Dove, Innkeeper:
- Robert Burns: To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough:
- Robert Burns: Halloween: The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.-R.B.
- Robert Burns: Farewell To Ballochmyle:
- Robert Burns: Young Peggy Blooms:
- Robert Burns: Second Epistle to Davie: A Brother Poet
- Robert Burns: Masonic Song:
- Robert Burns: Lines On Meeting With Lord Daer:
- Robert Burns: Address To The Toothache:
- Robert Burns: Farewell Song To The Banks Of Ayr: “I composed this song as I conveyed my chest so far on my road to Greenock, where I was to embark in a few days for Jamaica. I meant it as my farewell dirge to my native land.”-R. B.
- Robert Burns: O Thou Dread Power: Lying at a reverend friend’s house one night, the author left the following verses in the room where he slept:-
- Robert Burns: Epigram On Rough Roads:
- Robert Burns: Fragment Of Song:
- Robert Burns: The Brigs Of Ayr: Inscribed to John Ballantine, Esq., Ayr.
- Robert Burns: Reply To A Trimming Epistle Received From A Tailor:
- Robert Burns: Willie Chalmers: Mr. Chalmers, a gentleman in Ayrshire, a particular friend of mine, asked me to write a poetic epistle to a young lady, his Dulcinea. I had seen her, but was scarcely acquainted with her, and wrote as follows:-
- Robert Burns: Nature’s Law – A Poem: Humbly inscribed to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
- Robert Burns: The Calf: To the Rev. James Steven, on his text, Malachi, ch. iv. vers. 2. “And ye shall go forth, and grow up, as Calves of the stall.”
- Robert Burns: Thomson’s Edward and Eleanora.:
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
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