Submissions by Herc
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm writing on some Croatian poetry sites and wanna try something new :)
October haiku
Hun, warm days are over.
Put a coat on, it's october.
Take an umbrella.
Put a coat on, it's october.
Take an umbrella.
#haiku
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Her eyes are ocean
Her eyes are ocean,
though they're brown.
In their deepness
I am drown,
trying get on surface,
catch a breathe,
but can't dive out
from underneath,
like a wreck
I'm sinking down.
Her eyes are ocean,
though they're brown.
With a bit of sunlight,
it's so cold inside.
Her eyes are ocean
open wide.
though they're brown.
In their deepness
I am drown,
trying get on surface,
catch a breathe,
but can't dive out
from underneath,
like a wreck
I'm sinking down.
Her eyes are ocean,
though they're brown.
With a bit of sunlight,
it's so cold inside.
Her eyes are ocean
open wide.
#romantic
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Haiku swallows
Sky is getting gray
and the flight of swallow
is flittering, low.
Sky’s clearing up,
the clouds scattered are.
Swallows on a wire.
and the flight of swallow
is flittering, low.
Sky’s clearing up,
the clouds scattered are.
Swallows on a wire.
#nature
524 reads
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Cosmic crack
She's a cosmic crack,
the pollen of the world,
atomic attack
and she's a noble bird
like an elf owl...
Also she's an elf
under silken cowl,
she'll bewitch thyself
with a single word
or just with smile.
Your minds will be blurred
for a while...
the pollen of the world,
atomic attack
and she's a noble bird
like an elf owl...
Also she's an elf
under silken cowl,
she'll bewitch thyself
with a single word
or just with smile.
Your minds will be blurred
for a while...
#romantic
459 reads
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The wind blows her name
The rain comes again
and air is light, perfumed
by red rose bloomed
in wet garden.
The wind blows her name,
whispers soft and slowly.
Methinks, the wind only
wants me to feel blame.
and air is light, perfumed
by red rose bloomed
in wet garden.
The wind blows her name,
whispers soft and slowly.
Methinks, the wind only
wants me to feel blame.
#romantic
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Night for you
Every night
which you may want.
The cloudy one,
perhaps, you might want...
Even if this ain't a summertime,
the night of the fireflies
or just the morrow night.
I have them, for you.
which you may want.
The cloudy one,
perhaps, you might want...
Even if this ain't a summertime,
the night of the fireflies
or just the morrow night.
I have them, for you.
#romantic
416 reads
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Of May haiku
In bright noon of May
her wide eyes are occupied
by hawk flight.
her wide eyes are occupied
by hawk flight.
#haiku
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In sunset haiku
Sky looks like
an avalanche of clouds
falling in sunset.
an avalanche of clouds
falling in sunset.
#haiku
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Squawk
Into the abyss down
our love shall fall.
By voodoo spellbound,
I am pin filled doll.
Into the abyss down
I can only shout.
Like squawk of old crow
our love shall fade out.
Some gipsyes come and say
that we haven't loved enough
and then they fade away
with the wind raw and rough,
their white teeth and dark skin,
like it have never been.
our love shall fall.
By voodoo spellbound,
I am pin filled doll.
Into the abyss down
I can only shout.
Like squawk of old crow
our love shall fade out.
Some gipsyes come and say
that we haven't loved enough
and then they fade away
with the wind raw and rough,
their white teeth and dark skin,
like it have never been.
#love
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Carnivore
I’m losing my mind
and going insane,
’cause cannot defend
against sore bane
of venomous carnivore
who’s feeding with my inner core,
always hungry and wanting more,
he just goes roar roar roar…
and going insane,
’cause cannot defend
against sore bane
of venomous carnivore
who’s feeding with my inner core,
always hungry and wanting more,
he just goes roar roar roar…
#dark
394 reads
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Would you come
Would you come
if I say I need you?"
Don't ask me ever again
and I never knew.
But don't you think that
not is simple true,
which I never said
and you always knew?
if I say I need you?"
Don't ask me ever again
and I never knew.
But don't you think that
not is simple true,
which I never said
and you always knew?
#love
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You know nothing
In autumn, maybe, is hidden spring,
purple flowers under yellow leafs,
but about it, dear, you know nothing
nor broken heartedness, woes and griefs.
I'm not bad, maybe, as you think,
there is, maybe, more good in me,
but about me, dear, you know nothing
and you won't even try to see.
purple flowers under yellow leafs,
but about it, dear, you know nothing
nor broken heartedness, woes and griefs.
I'm not bad, maybe, as you think,
there is, maybe, more good in me,
but about me, dear, you know nothing
and you won't even try to see.
#grief
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