Истории Rime

Poezie trista si spirituala

Poems, poetry, rhymes, dramatic or romantic, for everybody...enjoy!!! Leave a comment and vote on your favorite poems Need your opinions :)

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Immerse yourself in "Poetry and Pain," a heartfelt collection that delves deep into the raw emotions of love, loneliness, and heartbreak. Each poem weaves a tapestry of passion, sorrow, and the bittersweet beauty of human connections.

tout un tas de petits poèmes que j'ai écrit au fil du temps.

[Poetry] Life can be difficult... and what are we supposed to do when we are stuck in reality? When we don't know what to do, where to go, or how to carry on living, life seems to be an endless path full of thorns, shadows and distant whispers that start slowly killing our emotions. We are our own enemies, as only humans are able to destroy themselves.

Short Horror stories to make you shiver or cry. Watch out, if you read this after midnight, you may sleep for less than a while. Please leave a vote, it'll make me smile :) More stories to come :)

No vi giuro stiamo male molto male

description d'une île faite comme j'ai pu c'est à dire, le plus magnifique possible ;)

~COMPLETED~ A collection of poems and quotes written in a sequence of mindless thoughts

Hobby.

poesia 11 ago 2015

Recueil de trois poèmes décrivant les actes et les pensées d'une personne qui aime son ami(e), mais qui garde ce secret sachant que cet amour ne sera jamais réciproque. Ce qui finira par la tuer.

The work depicts an atmosphere steeped in memory and decadence through the image of an antique grandfather clock, a tangible symbol of the passing of time and the inevitable decay of life. Set in an old, dark house, the depiction of the clock with its dull silver face, its hands like tired blades, and its pendulum swinging like a scythe evokes an almost mystical and unsettling presence, a harbinger of a time that never stops but is simultaneously charged with forgotten memories, pain, and oblivion. The clock thus becomes a metaphor for an existence consumed between waiting and sacrifice, a silent witness to the passing generations, the lives born and die, and the conflicting emotions of fear, resignation, and ultimately acceptance of the flow of time as a continuum uniting past and future, death and life. The poem conveys a profoundly human and philosophical message: time is no longer a condemnation or an enemy to be cursed, but a flow to be welcomed with wonder, a rhythm to dance to, recognizing in every ticking a gift and not a condemnation.

Poème en rimes

Una raccolta dove scrivo quello che mi passa per la mente guardando qualcosa. Ho scelto di iniziare e chiudere ogni testo con " eccomi , ivi mi trovo" per cercare di dare ciclicità .