Bulgarian Poems - Poems about Bulgarian

...The house is boiled cabbage goose fat, gizzard stew, and beets. Windows steam and simmer, you can write your name on the glass winter or summer. If you can live among rutabaga or borscht; if ......Read the rest...

...Bulgarian train sun setting on Sofia lovers' escapade posted on March 13, 2021......Read the rest...

...Bulgarian Kukeri honors ancestral ways at annual feasts Descendants don wooden masks and faces of bird or beasts Filled with metaphoric meaning, meant to inspire fertility Also purposely pointing ......Read the rest...

...They say ?There are a million ways? To say I love you In this day and age? I could only find ?In my computer’s brain? The words to say I love you? In 53 languages of the 10,000 languages......Read the rest...

...He grew up in the bay area Bad to the bone Tattooed out Yeah he something to talk about I love him to deaf California baby California baby He is my California Baby He is from the bay ......Read the rest...

...She stumbled from the realms of reality, From door to door, she hopped onto the staircase, Stepped through a window on the way there And sat on the ceiling for a tea break. She balleted from br......Read the rest...

...The boy with the exhausted wings remains, the mirror doesn’t show a friend reflected. Betrayal is predictably effective. And guilt is carrying all too many names. The boy with the exhausted win......Read the rest...

...Falling asleep, you will see me – faithful and yours for the claiming. I won’t be asking, while caressing your sleep, if we had been ever related. Falling asleep, I will see you – reaching con......Read the rest...

...Oh, how this winter rain would glide along, descending down the landscape’s bristly curves… It’s waiting just for our “Come on!”, but simply, no one’s there to say the words. Beneath, through t......Read the rest...

...With sleepless eyes fix the Dawn, with cracked lips Dew Drink! Hear how he plays the time's wind, see evil in you...and kill him! translate from bulgarian: the author......Read the rest...

...On the day of equinox you go on the necropolises of the Past, among phallic totems, but the brain does not accept abstract logic of Hermes and the conservative postulates, intruding on you an......Read the rest...

...The untruths like a spiderweave entangle me, they crucify me - a robber near to Jesus. stands in the air question not asked and as if I'm a beggar... I'm begging emotions of the day, but I do......Read the rest...

...Winter Morning - Dark, Dull ... After a bohemian night ... Dark, stupid - with reluctance to house ... Odor of lime - hallucination, alcohol delirium?! Well yes - the first floor brews tea. ......Read the rest...

...After years or centuries - in some next life we must be in love. We'll be lying on the beach snuggled and I will kiss you, and not only this, and not only once, but after years or centuries. ......Read the rest...

...What am I for the world so wonderful: the word mute in an unreleased verse, the tormented pause in song, fourth picture of triptych ... In the theater of life /without sufleurs/ I'm not even a......Read the rest...