Modesty


I've been told 
the finest dress a woman 
can wear is the dress 
of Shyness and modesty 
It's pure and elegant they say.

My dear, 
Whisperers of my humble modesty
are dedicated to you, without shame

Only shyness, I feel when I'm with you. 
Maybe when I experience a certain 
moment with you. 

Is it my purity or is't how you easily
can lead me to a feeling that invites 
every confused heart with his muse 
to a love ceremony. 

With humble music, I dance with timidity 
around the smiling faces, 
While I'm dressed 
with my finest dress. 



© 2010-2011

Requests in September


Here arrives the September
wearing the dress of Fall

The Foliage covering all the sidewalks
hiding the impacts of our footsteps
Blocking from our eyes
the great memories of summer.

He stood there, the one
Who still sends his old requests
To the Lord.

I do only worship you my God
& I know that I have a destiny
I will soon meet.

God I knew my memories can be forgotten
But I never thought that memories
can be hidden.

Why would you send the wind
or the foliage to stand between me
and my unforgotable days.






© 2010-2011

Almost forgiving



Always comes to me
Begging .. kneeling infront of me

Raising his hands to me
Flowers had covered his eyes
Eyes were filled with tears

Kneeling in front of me
Raising flowers to me
And almost were choking in the words

Fine and kind words
Supplicant and compassionate words
Words were choking ... and throttling his voice
While asking for forgiveness!

I would forgive you my beloved
 if you just give me my heart back
& leave me in this tragedy



 Shared with: d’Verse Poets’ Pub   
© 2010-2011