so hard to find them comfy
and dainty
at the same time

each life role
demands a deformation of your feet
to fit it and its shoes.

(c) 2018 MK

This was written for the Midweek Motif at Poets United,this Wednesday, 7th Feb.


Poets United Mid-week Motiff for the last week of March. It’s a haiku.

Gender is human
Nature doesn’t mark a line –
That makes me wonder.

©2017, MK


This is a poem for the Poetic United, of 22.03.2017, the prompt is Mirror

Shiny surface, never changing
With no image of its own,
With no value, but the one
That the looker brings in front.

Darkening surface, during nightfall
Casts no shadow of its own,
Has no depth, but the one
Carried in the soul in front.

Glowing surface, all ablaze
With no glamour of its own,
Holds no valour, but the one
Reflected from the knight in front.

©2017, soulmary

Happiness, A Midweek Motif at Poets United

Poets United, Midweek Motif – Happiness

First, some process notes. There is an advertisement campaign going on at the moment, appealing to us to “collect our happiness in three designer’s glasses”. The idea that happiness can be contained in three glasses only seemed funny. Then, I found this amazing glass made by a Belgrad-based designer and really decided to show it.


Cipher Glass Design by Damjan Stankovic
Cipher Glass Design by Damjan Stankovic


Measure it in three glasses.
Pour it out
and drink it chilled.

I will need buckets to take all
the stuff I’ve considered
my happiness.

I will surely refuse to count
the vessels
and the volume units
of what I’ve thought
my happiness.

I will surely refuse to
define it,

I’ll have it my way,
and let happiness define me.

©2014, MK


Poets United, Wonder Wednesday #02 – Weird

Image Credit: Poets United


I see it –

face in shop windows,

shadow dim,


questioning my sanity

wishing to see more

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

Playground, Poets United #97

Poets United, Thursday Think Tank  #97 – Playground


Is this the vault we used to go in
When we were kids
And when was that?

Apart from our bruised knees and elbows
What’s left for us
In that there vault?

Below the ground
Was our playground
Where, hidden,
Our stories still reside
To meet our children’s eyes
One day
At a time.

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

Image by freakingrainbow

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Moon… again

Poets United, Thursday Think Tank #87 – Moon

[Image courtesy: Poets United]

I used to go
by the name
of Selena
in my most
private notebooks.

I used to dream of
living up there

and doing some job
whatever there is
that I
get assigned.

That idea had come
from a book

or the books
I was reading
back then –
I was thirteen.

Yet, the moon was too boring
I thought later on.
Can’t even imagine
in fact
living on it.

There’s no sun as we know it,
There’s no air,
or green grass or parks

to just stroll in.
Not work in, mind you. 

Close all the blinds
And dream of the sunlight!
Clearly, the important work
I had to be doing
up there,

had worn me off
while I had been growing

So, my girl named Selena
stayed way behind
on those notebooks
that are all hidden

a black plastic bag
along with some other
disturbingly teenage stuff.

More twists of years passed
and new girls appeared,
their eyes – so beautiful and clear,
who tempted me
out of my gloom.

I readily opened my windeye –
and I saw the Moon.

© 2012 Mariya Koleva



Poets United, Thursday Think Tank #86 – Rebirth

Rebirth will need
a death.
last breath
given away.
first gulp
taken in thirst. 

Recreate those gloomy
pieces of my way
where I stumble
for that breath of

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

Image copied from Poets United prompt post

Memory of a Glass House

One Single Impression – Betrayal; Poets United – Glass Houses; We Write Poems – Better out than in; Theme Thursday – Memory


I remember a winter

in a house made of glass

naked, numb, stupefied


I remember yearning to go

and get lost in the snow

But how would you know?


© Mariya Koleva 2011


Almost a poem, NaPoWriMo, day 11

Here are the prompts on which I acted: Sunday Scribblings – Messenger; One Single Impression – Epidemic; Poets United – Headlines; Theme Thursday – Face; We Write Poems – Almost a poem; Three Word Wednesday – Adamant-Fabricate-Peculiar

The messenger was adamant:
Those headlines had not been fabricated
And we were facing
A peculiar and epidemic poem,
Whose weirdest peculiarity
That it was “almost a poem”.

© 2011 Mariya Koleva