Biography of David Zvekic
David Zvekic Poems
Ode To Words I Didn'T Write
I drifted off throughout that night, My breath held deep in thrall to art With words I felt but didn't write - They fled my pen; I couldn't start.
Love's Logic [couplet Sonnet]
The more ways I find to express my love, The more I love you, and the better for love, And more: What more than seek such ways to it; Expressing love (and therefore to do it) .
As Wings On Wind
I dared to know a forbidden mind, Innocence imprisoned in darkness, One soul trapped beneath fear, in irons, A kindred spirit bent beyond reason,
The Lazy Poor Poet [limerick]
There once was a lazy poor poet, But indignant she didn't quiet know it. Just one bad review, And her blood turned all blue,
All Things Lost
Of all words ever said before, Of all the knowledge known, Of all the theories held before, And all that I've been shown;
The Dream I Dared Not Dream
I've lost the joy that used to meet your smile, And found without its light my life now feels That I have squandered love; It takes a while Before faith's misconception hurts as real.
Font Color='#880000'What Is This Place C...
What is this place called life? That lonely thing Which cruelly wipes out dreams that beings bring? How then to persevere in living when These all are doomed: the lives of beasts and men?
Font Color='#880000'August's End/Font
Leave me where the snows will fall; I'll lay myself a bed beneath the stars; I'll listen to the wind and sing my sorrows to the seas.
Oh! Shut my brain; Don't make me feel my pain, your pain, you've made it real. You've tied down hope; I'm half as tall,
Font Color='#880000'To Where I May Not L...
No ropes are these, my hands, to bind the wind, To part unyielding currents from herself, Or fix my earthbound breath and so defend: As fallen leaves on wind, I've lost myself.
Sonnet 4: Love's First Kiss
If I for failure owe some higher price Than kind, to quell love's thirst and passion's cost, I say, I'd pay it gladly over twice, For this, my first love's kiss, that I've since lost.
Font Color='#880000'The Invisible Hand/F...
Democracy has nothing left to do, From high in soaring towers of plate glass, Concealed by rebar steel and concrete block, Secured aloft in fortresses of finance;
Font Color='#880000'A Poet's Art/Font
An artist paints his life from mark to end, from mix to finish, like the pigment oils that while on painter's pallet blend, on canvas cling to boast the master's toils.
Font Color='#880000'This Dream Of Love/F...
(I) I've lost the joy that used to meet your smile, And found without its light my life now feels
If I Could Fly With You
If I could fly away with you I would:
We'd breach the sky beyond where currents flow,
Above the highest nimbus ever stood,
I'd fly you where all tear drops turn to snow.
Bright stars, like fairies' dust, would trace our faces,
Through nebulae we'd sparkle in love's sight,
A pilgrimage for two to desp'rate places,
Like birds we'd soar as though to touch was flight.
O'er pearly shores we'd come to rest a while;