Maximilian Poems - Poems about Maximilian

— — — — — — — — — — Children’s hands stained with fruit color in spring water, right next to the old mill where the yellow sand is sprinkled into rocks. Moss and blueberries on lumps of discarded illusions, they grow up in the oak forest. A wolf’s face with a mouth full of acorns hungrily looks at the city with...

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------------------------- I stepped into the dark corridor, and by an accidental touch of kindness, I entered into the haunted tower of time, like a sonata full of hope born and dreams of kisses by the river. A hug that conquers the bastion of inadequacy and destroys the silk defense lies. A book emerged from under a stone, was read in the bed, and melted...

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The melancholic, cold rain makes me sad. In the days of loud silence, rain always called on you. Your way into my thoughts and tears. * Color of lead on the sky; everything is grey. The blue is in your eyes only. Come along and listen with me to the drops dripping down the window. Like once upon a time down to our curls, while...

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A magic lump of silver with a Byzantine flower. Planted on your chest a long time ago. Awakened by the magic of our 555 kisses, the silver key became. Which opens the door to dreams of parallel lives. * Intoxicated, in a crystal boat, we glide down the green waters of the mystical river. You lie on my shoulder and kiss my cheek. Opium magic voices...

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It is so lonely under the starry sky. Our soul shells washed away with the speed of life. Emotion bones faded. With an empty eye of own skeletons, they count the stars on the cosmic vault, seeking for the meaning of the life show. * Surrounded by a multitude - alone. In disbelief, I count so many treacherous. They have hungry...

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We are lost in the fog rolling over river waves, intoxicated with waters music. I can see you only, and you can see only me, while passion between us turns into endless blue. * In a flash, I can see yours jump into the hug of insectoid past. Dreaming fingers of mine and my long dark hair. You are chasing your...

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I'm entering your door, and the whole world was left outside. It's all gone. Two chairs and you and me. Our bodies in the bed. We turned into a tree of life. * Our bodies in the fire of life and the timeless passion that overwhelms us. As in the Far East, you are my jade wife, and I'm your circle that closes...

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Raymund Kolbe 1894-1941 Joined the Franciscan Helped Nazi including Jews Sent to Auschwitz was executed St. Maximilian Kolbe Written: 8142018 Poetry Form: Cinquain Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza...

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