Mihaela Pirjol


Mihaela Pirjol Poems

361. Coincidence Or Fate? 9/9/2014
362. Energy (Fibonacci Sequence) 11/7/2014
363. Destination- -Death (Senryu) 12/5/2014
364. Aqua Marinae (Haiku) 2/3/2015
365. The Nothingness Of Nothing 6/7/2016
366. Panic Attack (Tanka) 1/11/2017
367. Memories (Haiku) 2/22/2015
368. Waltz With Me 4/14/2014
369. You Go, My Love...You Go... 11/8/2013
370. When Love Was Young 3/26/2015
371. Immersion In Sunshine 4/7/2017
372. Speak To Me 6/18/2014
373. Fears 3/4/2014
374. Flying 2/27/2015
375. Lucidity Of Love (Tanka) 3/12/2015
376. Airplane (Haiku) 3/10/2015
377. Desire 12/14/2014

Comments about Mihaela Pirjol

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal Mohammed Asim Nehal (10/26/2015 6:58:00 PM)

    You are a wonderful poetess, you write with your heart, May God bless you with writing powers. Looking forward to some awesome poems. Thanks.

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  • Richard Beevor Richard Beevor (5/5/2014 3:51:00 PM)

    love your honeycomb love

  • Richard Beevor Richard Beevor (5/3/2014 9:48:00 AM)

    10 after 10 after 10...............................

  • Richard Beevor Richard Beevor (5/3/2014 9:44:00 AM)

    well said Mihaela, perfect poetry

  • Richard Beevor Richard Beevor (4/29/2014 5:58:00 AM)

    excellent, flows beautifully

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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Under The Exotic Tree

There...under the exotic tree,
The candid child in us at play;
I saw the little boy in thee
In woods, with joy running that day;
Our hands, softly touching a leaf green,
In hearts, rosy love blooming unseen.

" I've never got lost in forest when I was a boy! "
Thou said, whilst thyself losing in me;

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