Kasia Fedyk


Comments about Kasia Fedyk

  • Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/8/2014 7:02:00 AM)

    sounds really great. you are showing your emotions nice. you will have great future in poetry. i invite you to read my poems. as a friendly look.

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  • Richard Beevor Richard Beevor (6/2/2014 10:53:00 AM)

    A beautiful sight is a beautiful poem with something distinctly original in its style, I think Kasia you have a great future ahead with your style and bold direction, well done.

  • Richard Beevor Richard Beevor (6/2/2014 10:48:00 AM)

    Hi Kasia, A Different Approach, good work and something I like to do too, at least I know what I'm talking about lol, nice writing lets have lots more.

  • Waboke Ebisuomor (7/24/2012 3:10:00 PM)

    Love is in communion with ur soul.Grace adorns ur inspiration like a bridal robe.

  • Steve Broown (7/16/2012 8:40:00 PM)

    steve has a new poem

  • Steve Broown (7/11/2012 12:34:00 PM)

    You may be in the sunshine state; I am not your son. Don't ever contact me!

  • Joanna Pavlides Joanna Pavlides (7/7/2012 3:07:00 AM)

    beautiful heart gripping poems, great ink!

  • Gershon Hepner (6/10/2012 12:22:00 PM)

    And love is born is a lovely conclusion to Can you Feel me? I can.

    Can you feel me?

    love

    Gershon

Best Poem of Kasia Fedyk

A Beautiful Sight

A Beautiful sight, I've seen it once.
In a lonely white room
with a bed and a small chair,
table on three feet in a corner holding a bouquet
fortifying the air with the scent of roses
window, a small, round window
in the middle of the pale wall,
exposing messages from up above
in a form of snowflakes, falling so slowly,
a white dove sat on the ledge.
A man was fighting for his life
machine pumping air into his lungs
in a constant steady motion.
~A beautiful sight
Angel wings spread across the bed
hovering over the mans body, healing it, ...

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Why Am I Homeless?

The man can't find his path,
He wanders.
Underneath the bridge is his home
He still remembers the warmth
of his wife's arms
The tenderness of her touch
The blanket not warm enough
The empty cans he has collected next to him
He remembers her laughter

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