Respect can be such a magical thing.
the emotions and sentiments you feel deep down in your heart are reflected with passion –
whether you’re feeling lonely and isolated,
or you’re happy because you’re being met with respect,
or you sense inner peace and joy because the magic of Autumn is approaching,
or you feel terribly scared because your own nightmare is haunting you.
Plus, you can enjoy the incredibly romantic dialogue between the swan in love and the lady of the moon,
and the mind-blowing dialogue between life and death.
My personal favourite is The Song of the Lonely Swan.
You can find more poems in my book on Amazon
Oh, You Lonely Swan: Poems: Despair, Love, Hope
You can also listen to my poems on my YouTube channel
Have fun and enjoy your stay with Poems from The Stories’ Den!
Respect can be such a magical thing.
Mine is the world of majestic stillness – of grace and ash.
I am darkness … I am death.
A nightmare, terrible and cold, almost sucked the life out of me.
A poem full of magic about fall’s charm.
Lately, my child, your head is bowed,
your shoulders seem to carry such a heavy weight,
Lächelnd schaute die Mondherrin auf ihr Ebenbild im See.
War sie nicht die Königin der Nacht … schöner als jede Fee?
The moon looked into the water, serenely smiling.
She was the reigning night queen, tender and beguiling.
A word that rhymes with isolation?
Such sad word of resignation!
If loneliness were a person
silently sitting beside you.
Open your eyes, look into the night
The moon looked into the water, serenely smiling. She was th ...
Behind her the steps came closer and closer. She didn’t real ...
Have you ever had a nightmare so terrible and cold that you ...