Dejan Stojanovic Short Poems
Famous Short Dejan Stojanovic Poems. Short poetry by famous poet Dejan Stojanovic. A collection of the all-time best Dejan Stojanovic short poems
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Dejan Stojanovic
There is a moonlight note
In the Moonlight Sonata;
There is a thunder note
In an angry sky.
Sound unbound by nature
Becomes bounded by art.
There is no competition of sounds
Between a nightingale and a violin.
Nature rewards and punishes
By offering unpredictable ways;
Art is apotheosis;
Often, the complaint of beauty.
Nature is an outcry,
Unpolished truth;
The art—a euphemism—
Tamed wilderness.
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Dejan Stojanovic
I see a new star on the horizon;
It's not the Morning Star;
It's a star without light.
This star without the light is the brightest
Because its light stays within.
The biggest star doesn't take any space;
It lives within,
Feeds all other stars, all other matter.
Without space, there is no time,
Without time, there is no aging,
Without aging, there is no death.
A star without light never dies;
It cannot be seen in the outer space;
It can only be sensed in the mind.
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Dejan Stojanovic
I love the new sounds of love;
Only the new cures an old love.
Watching the love making of waves and the shore
I desire to be the wave of love.
There is no real hate in quarrels,
Only stupidity and lack of love.
The Sun shone upon me
And I shone upon the world with love.
I fly through memory
To find a newborn love.
Sing to me sea, sing to me sky
And the hiding world sprang out from love.
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Dejan Stojanovic
Lie on the ground and listen to the grass,
Hear the silent signals from outer space,
Dream by making and make by dreaming,
Feel what the trees bathed in sunlight feel,
Gaze far to see the sea-gull emerging from the sea,
Imagine that today is the birth of the world and greet it,
Greet the old bird.
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Dejan Stojanovic
Entering a cell, penetrating deep
As a flying saucer
To find a new galaxy
Would be an honorable task
For a new scientist interested
More in the inner state of the soul
Than in outer space.
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Dejan Stojanovic
Trying too hard to be too good,
Even when trying to be bad,
Is too good for the bad
Too bad for the good.
Perfection seems sterile;
It is final, no mystery in it;
It's a product of an assembly line.
To accomplish the perfect perfection,
A little imperfection helps.
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Dejan Stojanovic
My feelings are too loud for words
And too shy for the world.
Read the light and have a dream
In your hidden garden.
No need for words.
The words are but shadows
Of stories never said,
Shining from distant kingdoms,
Reminding you of a forgotten home.
Light rays will tell you the story.
There is another alphabet
Whispering from every leaf,
Singing from every river,
Shimmering from every sky.
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Dejan Stojanovic
That star in the night sky
Is not there anymore
But we see it and will see it
For millions of years yet to come.
Did the star die?
Did it live?
In life, we call this phenomenon
A ghost, a hallucination.
(Is life a ghost too?)
What if the star never lived?
Or maybe its death dies
While the star continues to live,
Cheating death
With its afterlife light.
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Dejan Stojanovic
Dust to dust,
Ashes to ashes.
Is that all?
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Dejan Stojanovic
There can be no forced inspiration,
But there can be mergers with the world
There can be a flowing of feelings
Quiet, yet overwhelming
Flying outside to unite
Flying inside to find
The melody of the moment
When the yellow corona appears on the horizon
And blue light appears over the mountain
And the world becomes mellow
Hospitable and generous,
And you fly into the heart of the mountain
To find an egg of an unborn bird
Able to break out and fly as a newborn eagle
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Dejan Stojanovic
Tell me something less significant,
Something about our biology, for instance,
About what you hear while sitting under the tree,
About lonely lions in the prairies;
Forget decorated generals;
Tell me about Private Ryan,
Tell me something only you know
And make a new friend.
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Dejan Stojanovic
He placed a rose on the bed-stand
While she was sleeping.
His wake-up message on the stand—
Her smile on his face—awaken bliss.
Remembrance;
Memory box opened;
Anticipation;
Future opened and saved.
Back and forth
Through memory and experience,
She recognizes this morning
In her awakened spirit.
She recognizes the mist,
The rose, the moist grass;
She recognizes his enlightened face
And goes into the new morning with a smile.
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Dejan Stojanovic
If we had true insight
We would be scared to death,
We would not be able to see anything,
We would see everything and see nothing.
Senses empower limitations,
Senses expand vision within borders,
Senses promote understanding through pleasure.
Without pleasure there is no sight or measure.
Total knowledge is annihilation
Of the desire to see, to touch, to feel
The world sensed only through senses
And immune to the knowledge without feeling.
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Dejan Stojanovic
Before the first before
And after the last after
There is night waiting;
Almost nonexistent
Yet so constant,
Night in the heart of light.
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Dejan Stojanovic
I visited many places,
Some of them quite
Exotic and far away,
But I always returned to myself.
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Dejan Stojanovic
The sea was the house and the world was the nave
You were the sea and you were the nave
The nave was stormy, the sea was calm
While the house was waiting for the world
To come in by the navy of the sea
The sea was a nave, the world was a house
You were the nave in the sea—
The house and the world
The world was the navy in the sea
And the sea was the house
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Dejan Stojanovic
He tries to find the exit
From himself
But there is no door.
He walks
Through the inner labyrinth
To deceive his desire.
Perhaps there is an entrance
At the end of the labyrinth
But there is no end.
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Dejan Stojanovic
I feel the light inside and out
Sun is a close keen
The world glows, and so I glow
The world is growing
And I grow glowing
Thinking so is so simple
Not to think, but glisten
Not to analyze, but feel
The light inside and out
And grow by glowing
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Dejan Stojanovic
Death is not death.
If birth is a manifestation of life,
Death is another.
So why bother with death?
Why bother with death any more than with birth?
Every thought about death
Takes a moment of life away.
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Dejan Stojanovic
Some people complain there are too many people on earth,
Some people complain about secret societies,
Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early.
Almost all people complain about something.
No people get rid of themselves to solve problem No.1,
No people disclose their own agendas to solve problem No.2,
No people learn how to discipline themselves to solve problem No.3.
All people are enslaved by something.
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Dejan Stojanovic
Born from the natural attraction
Of vowels and consonants
Alliterating or merging into a fugue
Of sounds flowing
From the fountain of language.
Meanings embodied
In blasts of thunder, chirping, blowing;
Sounds becoming meanings
In, for, and of themselves;
A huge dictionary of sounds
Craving to be recognized and translated
Either into language or into understanding.
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Dejan Stojanovic
How hard it is not to say too much,
How hard to love more,
To say simple things,
Live like a river slowly eroding the stone,
Watch from the shore the distant dot,
Imagine places bathing in its light,
To see, not colors, not shapes, not the sea
But the simple life glistening
And hovering like a bird
Full of unpretentious dreams
Satisfied only with the ability to fly.
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Dejan Stojanovic
There is substance beyond substance,
A mind beyond matter;
It grows from itself,
Follows its own path
Fed only by the desire to live.
That's how matter is born,
How the first poet sings the shamanic song,
How he romances nothingness
With the flower of the mind
Springing out from its source.
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Dejan Stojanovic
Mountains and seas,
You live in me
Whether I climb
To the top
Of the mind
Or dive deep
To the bottom
Of the heart
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Dejan Stojanovic
Dream, flying out from the head
Becomes a bird flying over the sea;
The Sun, sprouting from the sea
Makes the sea alive and blue;
The flying dream that hovers in space
Becomes an island in the sea;
The island—the dream emanating from the head,
The bird, the air, the sea, and the light.