A Cursed City Poem by Soran M. H
A Cursed City
A Cursed City
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There,
certain shadows linger—
shadows that resemble wolves,
beyond the borders of consciousness.
They stand ready to strike
whenever the sky of words grows dark
and pens sink
into a deep, dreamless sleep.
...
An amber eye
watches from behind,
following the footprints of words.
The moment you turn,
its gleam fades.
An eye without eyelids—
an eye that cannot close.
...
It is a woodcutter
after midnight,
carving into the mind of poetry,
like the bullet
that awaits you
at the opening of a new line.
...
Who will save poetry
from all these fires
burning in the darkness of caves?
Who will grant it refuge
from blind storms,
and shield it
from the Don Quixotes of the streets,
from the humiliation of feeling,
and the terror of words?
...
A voice echoes between the lines:
where words find no shelter
and meanings dissolve into silence.
Here, emptiness prevails;
poetry and poets are strangers.
language drifted through like a dream
and vanished without a glance behind.
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This is a very perceptive, brilliantly penned poem! Poetic works and those that pen them are, indeed, strangers to this world that has in so many ways forgotten what is true and beautiful. Thank you for sharing this timely work!
My, my! A piece with such stunning imagery that the reader is instantly transported to a dark and dismal world where evil haunts the land like animate gargoyles! Brilliantly composed! Top Marks!
I cannot believe that I have not stumbled across your works before! You write with the character of a true poet! Continue with eloquence and grace!
Dear Rose Marie Juan-austin, Thank you so much for reading my poems, and every comment from you gives me spiritual strength not to stop writing.
' Like the bullet that awaits you at the opening of a new line....' Brilliant line from a one of a.kind poem!
A very vivid and brilliant depiction of a dark place and dark thoughts. It is a very interesting and discerning write leading the mind to comprehend this dark horizon. A brilliant Poet can always connect Poetry in any kind of life.
Thank you, Soran! I certainly did enjoy reading this poem of yours and I hope to read some of your older pieces and any new pieces that you publish! God bless : )
When the law is turned against itself, places the wrong people in the right positions, transparency becomes corruption. Here, crimes are committed under the guise of the system and administration. This is how wolves wear human masks, and many people are unaware of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Dear Timber Koleden, Isadora Quagmire.. Thank you so much for these kind comments and for taking the time to read my poetry. I wish you continued health and happiness. I hope you enjoyed reading it.