Mihaela Pirjol


Mihaela Pirjol Poems

1. The Weight Of My Lost Illusions 2/28/2014
2. The Irony Of Life 2/28/2014
3. Immortal Soul Of Mine 2/28/2014
4. When Songs Were Sang In Heart 2/28/2014
5. We're Too Consumed With Life 2/28/2014
6. Too Much Of Everything 2/28/2014
7. I'm Bleeding Words 2/28/2014
8. When Yesterday I Bring To Now 2/28/2014
9. Leader Or Follower 3/1/2014
10. Isolation 3/1/2014
11. Sing 3/4/2014
12. I Dreamt Too Much And Lived Too Little... 3/4/2014
13. Island Of Love 3/6/2014
14. Abandoned Dreams 3/7/2014
15. I Could Be Dead For I Do Not Feel... 3/7/2014
16. Ephemeral 3/1/2014
17. Rebirth 3/7/2014
18. Ignoring Time 2/28/2014
19. Time 3/7/2014
20. White Horse 3/7/2014
21. I Am Losing You 3/7/2014
22. Supplication Breaking In Ignorance 3/9/2014
23. Where Are You, Hope? 3/9/2014
24. Only For Your Love I've Wept. 3/10/2014
25. Thoughts Chasing My Thoughts 3/10/2014
26. I Loved You More Than I Should Have Had 3/13/2014
27. In The Night 3/16/2014
28. Evening Star 3/16/2014
29. A Stranger's Suspicion 3/20/2014
30. In The Depths Of My Soul 3/21/2014
31. To Mystery Of Love...A Definition? 3/21/2014
32. This Passion 3/22/2014
33. The Stranger In Me 3/24/2014
34. The Rebel Sheep 3/27/2014
35. Existence 3/30/2014
36. Rebirth Of Heart 3/30/2014
37. Heart 3/30/2014
38. Farewell, My Love! 5/15/2014
39. Remembrance 5/16/2014
40. Ethereal Love 5/26/2014
Best Poem of Mihaela Pirjol

Desire

We cannot aspire to that which is already dead,
And there is no solace in delusion;
We should save the present for future memories
Thus, to remember we had a life we lived.

No soul which is born alone and dies alone ever pertain
To anyone, on this mortal realm of mortals;
Nothing we are, but an evanescent breath of air;
Utopian significance of being insignificant.

How a superbus phallus in carnal pleasure dies,
That ephemeral all these earthly passions are;
Like the face of moon from dusk till dawn
When sun replace its ardour with other kind of ...

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Forgiveness Is The End

Forgiveness is the end of Past.
Conceived ideas begin to form,
An old mind crushing to dust;
The brave survivor of the storm.
As you reach your depths, you find
A wiser man at ease, with pride.

A passing sense of emptiness,
Numb, as old emotions had subside;

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