The Poetryzine magazine presents the selected poems by the Polish poet Bozena Helena Mazur Nowak
The nest
The nest was once bustling
With noises of young chicks
With s
Smelling of bird milk
Today it is so empty
Chicks are already grown up
Flown out into the wide wild world
They have feathered their own nests
And their family is forgotten
A grey lonely old mother
With a dull short sight
Puts her head on the edge
And looks into the distance
The tears in her eyes are frozen
Her heart is in bitter pain
For every shadow in flight
Hopefully wistfully looking
The nest was once bustling with life
Today it is so empty and quiet
In the corners the memories are dormant
Whether they will be able or not
To fill the void
Words like a sword
we create beauty with words
they are not cliched by time, eternity will not fray their edges
their message shines like a torch in the dark night
the message carries with it its splendor
.
sometimes words will become a beautiful story
their echo reverberates by breaking the silence
they will reflect with beauty in our souls
giving nice warmth despite the cold around
.
everything is possible you just need to dream
the pen carries thoughts straight out of the heart and onto paper
sadly, when we cannot find the words to express ourselves
sometimes, somewhere, someone reaches for the sword
Just a moment, please
The aroma of a waiting cup of fragrant coffee
fills the room and tempts me to wake
I do not want to get up, I want to stay cocooned with your warmth
and your scent which you left on the pillow next to me
I have imprisoned you under my closed eyelids
I feel so good
the curtain in the open window dances
I feel a breezes finger touch my back
Wild birds are singing loudly
like a mad alarm clock, brutally bringing me back to reality
it's time to get up
for sparring with the new day
when my friend, night, comes I will cuddle into your arms again
The Source of Love
At the top of the stairs of your Church,
were scattered crumbs of eternity. Between
them, I found the sweetness of your heart.
You asked me to stay, even though I was unworthy.
You forgave my sins and didn't ask for anything.
Bestowed me with never-ending love.
The memory of your gentle touch,
made me spin with unlimited trust.
You – the enchanting mirage of endless love,
rain down on me like Heavenly brightness.
Stand close by me – stay in my soul and my mind
and deep down in my heart – wherever I am.
Sunflowers
They were pushing
And they were angry at the sky
They wanted to steal
some praise from the sun
And they ended their paradise life
On a carpet of green grass instead
So now they stood and watched with longing
On the extremely long stalks
As if they wanted to touch the sky once more
And the sun, proudly from above,
Now looked down at them
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