The Opera Of Drunken Moments Poem by Soran M. H
The Opera Of Drunken Moments
When treachery captured
the beauty of chastity
Earth was converted to
a cold room full of smoke in
a huge prison cell.
Beauty lost its colours.
In those moments, when they
crucified life,
You swam in a sea
of homeless tears.
Things lost their essence
and a mutilated body became
the sign at the road junction.
Is this the destiny of hope?
Oh, evil spirit,
which lane do you pass by
behind monotonous breathing?
Stop fighting for survival.
The coral reef
does not have to leave the coast.
Life goes on
but conflict does not.
Separate life from conflict
so that we are able
to know we exist.
So that the hectic world
slows down a little bit.
So that a hand can write our days
on the dams of time.
Oh the lost portrait
In which engravings on the rocks
of the high mountains do
I look for you?
You and me,
understand each other.
What is created
in that moment as we fall into
the depths of loneliness memory?
Extinguish those instincts
so that Abel can be born anew.
The rain of anguish pouring
over the umbrellas of sadness.
Oh the frozen death!
You were a silent tragedy.
In the era of marginalised truth
who listens to the wounds of poetry?
We crossed the roads,
We lost ourselves.
But what matters is that
arrival at a destination..
***
1997
This is a desperate poem, because the world in which you wrote it invaded your poetic world and now shadows everything. But this contest, this AGON, is not everlasting. What is everlasting is your resistance to the Evil of the Time. Your assertion of poetic truth in the wasteland. The weight you carry so that your comrades can move freely to safety. This is your triumph ion actions and words.
Hello and thanks... Dear Daniel for your unique comment, in the world of our poetry always the peace and good deed will win, but unfortunately in the reality the things are much different, I like your way of reading a poem, deep and calm, searching for the pulse of the heart in each work, well done...wish you every success
Thanks so much Dear Daniel for your unique comment, in the world of our poetry always the peace and good deed will win, but unfortunately in the reality the things are much different, I like your way of reading a poem, deep and calm, searching for the pulse of the heart in each work, well done...wish you every success
In the era of marginalised truth Who listens to the wounds of poetry? Rain of anguish pouring over the Umbrellas of sadness. Fine poem rich with images and poetic truths
In the era of marginalised truth who listens to the wounds of poetry? - - we do especially those written by PH members who are serious about poetry- - like this one! 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
In the era of marginalised truth who listens to the wounds of poetry? - - - - -One can never go wrong, if they study the comments of Daniel Brick on poetry. He appreciates the qualities in Soran's poems that are deep runners both philosophically and poetically. Another poem that deserves deep contemplation because it will yield nuggets of knowledge for serious readers. 10++++
Dear Rose; thanks you for choosing my poem to read and rating it, I would appreciate your efforts and time spending with my humble work, have a nice day, take care
" Separate life from conflict So that we are able to know we exist" . Powerful and insightful lines from a wonderful poem. Beautifully crafted, powerfully conveyed with compelling imagery. To my Poem List.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/4/2024 7:50:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The frozen death! Loneliness. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
thank you for your comment...wish you all the Best