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A City Poem: Sofia

April Poem-A-Day 12 – City Poem

urban landscape

Image by eDamak

SOFIA
Even the snow is black
greasy with the tracks of tired tires,
rolling without an end –
day in, day out.

Twenty-four rush hours,
spilling in random precision
over boulevards like cold veins,
running along the hostile eyes
of office buildings and hotels.

Isolation stalks our smiles,
so we save them,
until inside gardens crowd our comfort zones,

as elevators hold our politeness –
small talk on the smoke area benches

in stark contrast with the social death outside.

©2014, soulmary

Featured image by Fmax here.

statement

Statement, April Poetry Month

April Poem-A-Day 11 – A Statement

statement

Image by lwc71

A statement is wrong in itself.
Its validity being too short

Unreliable sources want to convince me
that statements hold true
before time.

I would add,
before time eats them up
and belches their feisty
determination
out in smelly bursts.

Not deserving attention at all.

©2014 soulmary

Violent

Violent_Poem

Image: SamuraiX

April Poem-A-Day 08: Violent and Peaceful Poem

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Suddenly we think it is OK
to throw empty plates,
or even full and dirty,
around and down,
smash them on the floor
or on the walls,
although we run the risk
of leaving stains
that we will have to clean
later on.

Stains tend to remain
and tarry on,
if only in our minds.

If only in our minds…

©2014 soulmary

poetry-prompts

Self-Portrait, Day 7

Welcome back 🙂 I have been around but not often enough here. I’ve been poeming, for sure, yet time is never sufficient, so a great part of my recent poetry appears on paper.
poetry-prompts
April Poem-A-Day 07 – Self-portrait

What is a ball of tangled ropes,
or a bowl of wiggling noodles?

What do you seek in the mirror?
But your depression and self-ruin,
the harsh words you have stored
for your own tiny wrinkles,
and especially for those
not too fine ones, the ones
you try to hide in vain.

Veiled behind a hollow story,
still worthy of your smiles,
love cuddles quietly.

© 2014, MK

Night, April Poetry

The Poetry month, my favourite, among so many others (my artistic heart is wide enough to make home for many more creative months) is underway, and so is my poetry. Here comes prompt No. 6 and it reminded me of the nights I spent during my university years, listening to the radio, reading books from my compulsory reading lists, smoking at my window and feeling alone…

 

Image: Psiheya

Image: Psiheya

April Poem-A-Day 06 – Night

Nights
When I dreamt of all I wanted –
mainly lying awake,
or smoking at the window.

Sadness painted my nails black
when I was deep down,
I thought I could see the night in them.

Inner overflowing painted my entire outfit black.

Nights of my college years,
I remember – soft,
lonely, and cold.
Filled with waking dreams
and futile wildness.

My nails, painted in shiny black
and a “friend” on my Facebook
now
only
remind me of those
young nights.

©2014, MK

Discovery

April Poem-A-Day 05 – Discovery

Image by: phyzer

Image by: phyzer

***
Blinking in amazement,
or shuddering in the cold –
harps don’t sound so sad
when you’re not alone.

Full to the brim of the smiles
we plucked from lips and cheeks,
our ocean will disguise
what we have sought and never seen.

Somewhere on the beach
sorrow lies asleep.
Hush! Don’t ever wake it –
of it, we have no need.

©2014, MK
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Poetry Month

Since, April Poem-A-Day #04

The poems today are great. I read so many takes and different angles, that I was glad I had written mine first.
April Poem-A-Day 04 – Since ….
Poetry Month
***
Since dawn
darkness has been crawling
patient
and subtle.

Since birth
vultures have been watching
perched
and seemingly asleep.

©2014, mariya koleva

Message

April Poem-A-Day 03 – Message

Image by Vladstudio

Image by Vladstudio

***
I heard the fourteenth strike of the clock.
It told me time has extended like rubber;
it showed me there were sounds
marking things non-existent.

But
what I actually heard
was the fourteenth strike of the clock
and I wondered.

©2014 Mariya Koleva

Voyage, April PAD Day 2

I started this poem off as a haiku. Then I decided to leave my favourite form and get to “real” poeming. You know the moment when somebody reads a haiku you’ve written and exclaims: “Oh, you mean THIS? I guess, I was expecting a POEM. But this… well, OK.” I have had this happen several times, plus I can see that literary magazines don’t like haiku, unless they are specialized in it.

Everyone says “Brevity is the soul of wit.” and stuff like that. But still, people prefer it the other way, me included. For a haiku poet I am rather wordy, don’t you think?
April Poem-A-Day, Day 02 – Voyage

***
Stars rise and fade
in whispers unheard.
Train wheels rattle on the tracks.

It is time.

Time races against the stars,
deaf to their moans,
insensitive to my sighs,
blind to the burden on
the luggage rack.

Wheels rattle on,
unseeing the end,
because the tracks go round
the earth, girdle it
like a mindless belt.

Stars rise,
in every sky,
each minute.
Where are the eyes to see them all,
and the hearts to hear their cry?

Mutilated souls migrate.

©2014, Mariya Koleva

NaPoWriMo

Beginning, April PAD Day 1

It is April again and the Poem-A-Day is in full swirl. This year, Robert really rocks 🙂 Just hop over to Poetic Asides and see what I mean. He has invited judges for each day who will choose a poem a day to include into this year’s Poem Your Heart Out anthology. Well, that’s the short of it. You can find the details, plus info on the judges here. The general guidelines are as usual, no need to go too deep in them. So, I think it’s time to start off poeming.
Here is my April PAD, Day 01 – A Beginning Poem; An Ending Poem

beginning

Image by: Joe Maccer

***
What I won’t miss
is the clumsy lump
blocking my throat
in the beginning.

What I expect is
blessing for my nervousness
springing from the timid
welcomes of tomorrow
and the weeks to come.

What I get,
definitively,
is the sure ending
hurting,
or liberating me.

I never know which to prefer
So, I try not to.

©2014, MK