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Poezja

I write stories about me, about people I meet, about those I wish I met and about the few I dream of. These are the secrets of my silence, in the form of lyricism and in the shape of verses. The first poems you read might make you laugh (although I...

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An April's Daydream About Frederic*

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by plumedauroreoubliee

The first time I saw you
Was at my favorite place
On the first day, back-to-school day
My heart instantly caught fire
And I admired your mesmerizing blue eyes.

After you unfortunately left
I felt this craving
With a true inner abyss
Since then, I'm always revived
In your lively presence.

Your voice travels to my ears
Like a wonderful music
Thousands of melodies, which I hope to hear
Truthfully one day
Without any delay.

At first sight I knew that I loved you
In your sole presence I would blush
All in all, my mind feels gets fuzzy
Thinking you're my soul mate.

You really bewitched me
Though I doubt that you noticed me
Many times already have I tried
To communicate you my admiration...

I long cursed my shyness
Unfortunately, all of this is headache
Tormenting me like a storm.

Maybe I'm mistaken about you,
But I fantasize so much
On your charm which I'm smitten with
I might be getting my hopes up.

But if you were to notice me,
Beforehand I'm promising you
Never will anyone love you as much as I do
In your entire youth.

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Note: My very first poem was written over 10 years ago, in my early teen years, about a boy I feel in love with at first sight. I think back about it and can't help but feel disappointed he never read it... But all things considered, it sounds a bit cringe - probably better he never read it.

I came up with this because of a school assignment that awakened my interest in poetry. The class was titled "Literature and Medias", and it went about how it sounds: it was a class where we were taught how to use different types of medias (on a computer) in order to express ourselves on a literary level. In April, the teacher asked us to write a poem, with assonances (or consonances), through which we had to express some feelings. Fortunately and likely unlike most students that seemed to struggle, I had this keen interest for someone, which really helped me in fulfilling the task...

*This poem was originally written in French, where the assonances rule is much more respected.