Poetryzine magazine presents the selected poems by the Bosnian-Italian poet Zana Coven
Sorrow
He's gone
Without a word
For me
He's gone
With his dried lips
That once were
The spring
Of my every smile
He's gone
With a night bird
Hidden in his eyes
In silence
Of the moon and stars
Without light
That were
My mornings
He's gone
As winner or looser
Knows to do
Leaving sorrow
Hang on my soul
That will never
Ever accept
Not winners nor loosers
He's gone
Taking with himself
My dreams and My songs,
Not thinking even
To give them back
To me,
He's gone A little ode to love
For the love
Without colour
And form I sing
For the love
Without eyes
And ears I dance
For the love
Without voice
And touch I write
Because for this
Only love
We live We breath
We are!
Elegy
You don't know
How long can be
The moment
Of loneliness
While I wait for
Your only word
Drawing in
Your silence
You have no idea
Of thousands of
Little drops
Of shivering sadness
When you are
Far away
Still sitting
By my side
You cannot imagine
How deep can be
The sound of
My longing
For your smile
You don't even
Look at me
Lost in your world
So, better go
And when you
Discover that tinny
Missing something
That was love
Do not return
Offering me your
Empty regrets
Friendship
Two heads that
Trust each other
Four eyes that
Look in the
Same direction
Open hearts
For secrets
Open hands
To help Smiles
To cherish
Company
To share
Two worlds that
Support
Each other
Universe at
Glance
Big burdens
To bear
Sincere loyalty
To swear
So many stories
To share
Too many ideas
To dare
The same path
To walk
So many troubles
To talk
Coffe or tea
To drink
The same thounghts
To think
Never to feel
Alone
Hours and hours on
Phone
So strong is this
Bond
When that one you
Found
Remembrance
Only sometimes
When autumn leaves
Make soft and fancy
My path
I remember your smile,
I remember how clear
Your eyes where
When you talked to me
About moon who
Hated the day because
It stole his shine
Only sometimes
In foggy autumn morning
Wind remembers me
Of your voice
When I feel gloomy
And loneliness takes
My breathing
Heavy pain deep
In my chest,
Tonight the same moon
Shines in my room
As he wants to
Bring you back
And I start to wonder
It could be love...
Teen song
Should it be called love
My sleepless nights
My yellow river
My daylight dreams
Should it be called love
My easy tears
The fear I bear
Not to get his smiles
Should it be called love
His hand holding mine
His wonderful eyes
With him life is nice
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