Dejan Stojanovic

Rookie - 18 Points (March 11,1959 / Pec, Kosovo (the former Yugoslavia))

Dejan Stojanovic Poems

81. Faith 2/8/2010
82. Afterlife Light 2/10/2010
83. Death 2/10/2010
84. Home 2/9/2010
85. Amateurs 2/9/2010
86. Song Of The Dream 2/8/2010
87. Forgotten Sounds 2/4/2010
88. Serious Business 2/4/2010
89. Dictionary Of Sounds 2/4/2010
90. Early Morning 1/28/2010
91. Break Up 1/23/2010
92. Staying Crazy 1/22/2010
93. Rain 1/22/2010
94. Wallace Stevens 1/22/2010
95. Sounds Of Life And Love 1/22/2010
96. Echo 2/4/2010
97. People 2/8/2010
98. Don'T Obstruct The Sun 2/10/2010
99. William Butler Yeats 2/11/2010
100. Nowhere 2/13/2010
101. Reality 2/27/2010
102. Ancient Roman Villa 2/27/2010
103. Sorrento 2/25/2010
104. Unusual Love 2/12/2010
105. Recipe For A Disaster 2/11/2010
106. An Island In The Mind 2/11/2010
107. Ghazal Of Love 2/4/2010
108. Understanding 1/28/2010
109. Imperfection 2/10/2010
110. Mastery 2/27/2010
111. Children Of Hope 2/19/2010
112. Forgotten Home 2/22/2010
113. Sounds Of Imagination 1/23/2010
114. Birthplace 1/23/2010
115. The Strange Love Song Of T. S. Eliot 1/23/2010
116. Sound Bombs 2/14/2010
117. Robert Frost 2/11/2010
118. My Other Self 2/8/2010
119. Bright Moments 2/10/2010
120. Dream Within The Dream In The Dream Of Edgar Allan Poe 1/22/2010

Comments about Dejan Stojanovic

  • Jasbir Chatterjee Jasbir Chatterjee (12/22/2011 11:15:00 PM)

    Dancing of sounds is a beautiful poem on nature versus art...Yes, art is a mere imitation of life and nature in particular...

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  • Sandra Kay Davis (5/27/2010 11:07:00 AM)

    Astounding insights!
    Wisdom abounds in your words...
    THANK YOU!

  • Dickson Mseti Dickson Mseti (4/26/2010 4:18:00 AM)

    POETS HAVE ONE THING IN COMMON. LOVE FOR THE PEOPLE AND THEY ARE LIKE SOLDIERS IN WAR.THEY RESCUE EACH OTHER, HELP EACH OTHER AND DIE FOR THE WHOLE COMMUNITY.THANK YOU FOR BEING A POET.

Best Poem of Dejan Stojanovic

Big Miniature

To transform a grimace into a sound
Sounds impossible, yet it is possible
To transform a vision into music,
To go outside an enslaved personality,
To become impersonal by transforming
Into sand, into water, into light,
To feel the air and breathe the air
By becoming the air, become
A bird, the first cell, the first man,
Become a wandering comet,
A dying star, a newborn cluster of stars
And hear the melody of galaxies,
Love making of black stars,
Sense the hellish or heavenly nature of quasars,
Be in everything and come back
To a miniscule ...

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Wallace Stevens

The sea was the house and the world was the nave
You were the sea and you were the nave

The nave was stormy, the sea was calm
While the house was waiting for the world

To come in by the navy of the sea
The sea was a nave, the world was a house

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