Submissions by Luca (Luca Della Casa)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
For an Italian it is difficult (or impossible) to make poetry in English, I can only try to translate my stuff from my original language, hoping and wishing to improve. I will be above all an enthusiastic reader.
DARK POEM
Published
13th Jul 2012 1:06pm
13th Jul 2012 1:06pm
Among the clutter of papers and thoughts
Couch-bound
we wonder who we are
watching the flies
inside our empty hands.
And the wind is swirling
dust, dirt and despair
on the black pavements
of the dying city
A faulty component,
manufactured in series
with some weird malfunction
A life exhausted
in return for nothing,
a nothing wrapped in gift paper
I know, my feelings are incompatibles
with a world where one must be functional,
incapable of independent thought
Why can not I be like others?
An...
we wonder who we are
watching the flies
inside our empty hands.
And the wind is swirling
dust, dirt and despair
on the black pavements
of the dying city
A faulty component,
manufactured in series
with some weird malfunction
A life exhausted
in return for nothing,
a nothing wrapped in gift paper
I know, my feelings are incompatibles
with a world where one must be functional,
incapable of independent thought
Why can not I be like others?
An...
1320 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Jun 2012 5:48pm
14th Jun 2012 5:48pm
The theme of pain
Thinking about Francis Bacon
Very dark hues
or extremely bright,
the ambiguous stand Lie
that surrounds us all,
where the orange color,
of advertising false optimism,
is now fading
in the hopeless black.
No promise of modernity
is fulfilled
and in his paintings
we are all portrayed,
into the void of solitude
of rarefied atmospheres,
into minimalistic apartment,
under the harsh light ...
Very dark hues
or extremely bright,
the ambiguous stand Lie
that surrounds us all,
where the orange color,
of advertising false optimism,
is now fading
in the hopeless black.
No promise of modernity
is fulfilled
and in his paintings
we are all portrayed,
into the void of solitude
of rarefied atmospheres,
into minimalistic apartment,
under the harsh light ...
1531 reads
14 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
11th Jun 2012 2:14pm
11th Jun 2012 2:14pm
The darkness overcomes the light
lower me then into the frost
of my winter grave
with my soul without answers
I come from a dark place
where a child born dead
in the lacerating silence
of the indifference
and the guilty horror
of a blind humanity
that assassinates a planet
The shadows engulfs the light
because there is no mercy
in who fathered the torment
to this eternal struggle
between light and matter
between good and evil
between love and hate ...
of my winter grave
with my soul without answers
I come from a dark place
where a child born dead
in the lacerating silence
of the indifference
and the guilty horror
of a blind humanity
that assassinates a planet
The shadows engulfs the light
because there is no mercy
in who fathered the torment
to this eternal struggle
between light and matter
between good and evil
between love and hate ...
1391 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
31st May 2012 12:03pm
31st May 2012 12:03pm
Creeping in the waste
It begins to snow
seekers of garbage
wait motionless
gray shapes in the fumes
abandoned on the sidewalk
I feel like them
to something attend
and probably is the end
The paving black mud
taken to bleach
weapon explosions
and distant sirens
icy wind blow over my face
I love the snow like a child
the whiteness on despair
and silent ruins on the ground
instill to me again
false feelings whit no sound
of a reassuring quiet clean
As if it were infinite
the extending...
seekers of garbage
wait motionless
gray shapes in the fumes
abandoned on the sidewalk
I feel like them
to something attend
and probably is the end
The paving black mud
taken to bleach
weapon explosions
and distant sirens
icy wind blow over my face
I love the snow like a child
the whiteness on despair
and silent ruins on the ground
instill to me again
false feelings whit no sound
of a reassuring quiet clean
As if it were infinite
the extending...
1350 reads
14 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd May 2012 1:15pm
23rd May 2012 1:15pm
Soothing my disconfort
There's always something of you
Between words and clutter
and the thoughts taken apart and lost
Scattered here and there
on the black soil of my mind
Again the world will try to confuse me
Like a black butterfly that turns me around
Then the thought of you reappear
As if you were always here, on time,
To remind me that every day could be the last
One of the few good things that happen to me
We're travelers
passengers in permanent motion
out the window, the landscape flows
where nothing is created nor be destroyed...
Between words and clutter
and the thoughts taken apart and lost
Scattered here and there
on the black soil of my mind
Again the world will try to confuse me
Like a black butterfly that turns me around
Then the thought of you reappear
As if you were always here, on time,
To remind me that every day could be the last
One of the few good things that happen to me
We're travelers
passengers in permanent motion
out the window, the landscape flows
where nothing is created nor be destroyed...
1796 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th May 2012 10:53pm
19th May 2012 10:53pm
The misfortune to love our own decay
Awaiting the end, let's grow ourselves,
cultivating noble sentiments.
A being with noble sentiments
does not take pleasure in petty things.
It is the beauty of the great truths
that attracts and exalts him.
As the flame is lifted upward
its nature is not crawling on the ground.
The flame is never quiet
and so also our spirit
must be in constant motion.
The more agile and active it is,
the greater shall be its heat.
Who flies high, driven by the flame,
is oblivious to the mediocre things
admired by the ordinary...
cultivating noble sentiments.
A being with noble sentiments
does not take pleasure in petty things.
It is the beauty of the great truths
that attracts and exalts him.
As the flame is lifted upward
its nature is not crawling on the ground.
The flame is never quiet
and so also our spirit
must be in constant motion.
The more agile and active it is,
the greater shall be its heat.
Who flies high, driven by the flame,
is oblivious to the mediocre things
admired by the ordinary...
1483 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
5th May 2012 6:51pm
5th May 2012 6:51pm
I don't feell lost anymore
Here comes the first rain
The sky holds secrets
clouded and forgotten
torn by the wind
crystallized in ice
But when the night falls,
rain brings your image to me
and drops of joy slip
through my desperate heart,
scorched by loneliness
Raindrops in the desert
a light in the dark
You're like a beautiful song
called "Fire and Desire"
which is what I feel
when I think of you.
Some people talk to use and abuse,
to love and leave...
But I own too much love...
The sky holds secrets
clouded and forgotten
torn by the wind
crystallized in ice
But when the night falls,
rain brings your image to me
and drops of joy slip
through my desperate heart,
scorched by loneliness
Raindrops in the desert
a light in the dark
You're like a beautiful song
called "Fire and Desire"
which is what I feel
when I think of you.
Some people talk to use and abuse,
to love and leave...
But I own too much love...
1049 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2012 5:00pm
23rd Apr 2012 5:00pm
New World Order?
...This is the Leviathan
the hungry monster
ready to engulf everything
You'll pass
through the dense row
of its sharp teeth
losing your identity
and dismembering your soul...]
No matter
under which sky
we live
if there is a hell
inside us
No matter
who we are looking for
or what we are waiting
if things not improve.
Our aspirations
just arise from within
and we can drag ourself
a whole useless life
without achieving...
the hungry monster
ready to engulf everything
You'll pass
through the dense row
of its sharp teeth
losing your identity
and dismembering your soul...]
No matter
under which sky
we live
if there is a hell
inside us
No matter
who we are looking for
or what we are waiting
if things not improve.
Our aspirations
just arise from within
and we can drag ourself
a whole useless life
without achieving...
2556 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Apr 2012 12:00pm
13th Apr 2012 12:00pm
Fall in eternal regret
We wake up suddenly
when dream to precipitate
but yesterday I couldn't awake
and continued to fall
into the void
Then I dreamed of her
her hands gripped me
she was still alive
Her face was beaming
and the pallor of death
had left her cheeks
"Come on love," she pleaded
"little effort and you are safe
we will stay together
you and me, for eternity"
I tried
groping, fumbling
but ultimately lost the taking
and again the fall
in the icy darkness
I glimpsed her desperate face ...
when dream to precipitate
but yesterday I couldn't awake
and continued to fall
into the void
Then I dreamed of her
her hands gripped me
she was still alive
Her face was beaming
and the pallor of death
had left her cheeks
"Come on love," she pleaded
"little effort and you are safe
we will stay together
you and me, for eternity"
I tried
groping, fumbling
but ultimately lost the taking
and again the fall
in the icy darkness
I glimpsed her desperate face ...
1555 reads
11 Comments
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