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Best Poems Written by Costel Macovei

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You Are My Sky, My Gate, My Love

You are the one and you chose me
The bird for nothing has the wings without breathing of wind
And the sky without the kiss of the clouds is only incandescent hell

Every soul enters life by breaking the water door
Every soul carries their steps and seeks happiness indefinitely
But you are the gateway to the secret garden of happiness

Life without little signs of love is a hard to cross desert
The unanswered love is just a tree that loses its dried sweet fruits
Happy the one who are the echo of true love, like the clouds on a thirsty sky

You are my sky, my gate, my love
And without you I would only be a broken jug
Whose water has long died…

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Are You Sure They Need You

it's Christmas night and the red cars are gone to spread the Santa's bottles
all the people are looking out the window to see the lights and heard the bells ringing
the gates of magic will open, and the elves will bring the presents under the Christmas tree

hey, you forgot to worship in the holy place. the child was born here
and the king of the world will bring peace to the earth. the three magicians went a long way to worship him
was born to show you that everything is possible through giving. devoting yourself.

the world is making the latest preparations for the Christmas meal. everything is clean, aligned, orderly
Moms and dads look happy, everything is ready, beautifully wrapped gifts
only the moon was looking out the window. looks sad. her light shines on each fir tree

love, dedication, exaltation ... words full of the gratitude of the gift's slaves. we will pass this Christmas too
we will eat, we will drink, we will enjoy. to the surface because deeply in the soul is the hell... empty, cold and frozeen
it is precisely the end of expectations and failures. carpe diem. gaudeamus igitur...

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Sometimes

sometimes you can find some words
and start to play like a child
throwing them on the left or on the right side
but these are returning like a boomerang
and could wound you

sometimes is more difficult to say I am sorry
than overturning a rock
because the words are heavier
and sharper

sometimes you say good bye
looking to the sky
and the Sun is reflected
by the tears
or maybe is only a shadow
inside.

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I'Ll Be Alone Tonight

the premiere will have a single actor and a single spectator
 the movie is dumb due to politically correctness
 and no applause will be. it's actually a complex show
 in which the viewer will watch that movie.
 and then he will play the last scene.
 in the light of the candles ...
  
 my dreams were stronger than mine
 they passed through the heavens and the seas
 without looking back
 until, tired of still posing in dreams
 they withdrew into their daily lives as useless and annoying minutes
 beating the final gong

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in the land of shadows only the soul runs

 one last wish? am I still entitled to this?
 I would like... I would like a lot … ah… how many there are
 the one who has no memories cannot have a future
  
 before reaching a name on the long list of lost objects
 realizes the value of regret and time (the lost past)
 and it's as if you still want to let the wind touch your hair and pull furrows in the sky
  
 sometimes I feel like I can be the summer solstice
 to divide time into hours, days, moments
 but what I don't have is already past. I will be lost too
  
 souls, don't let indifference wash away your colors
 because you need the soul, not the eyes, to find the way
 and to help you pass all the customs of heaven

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Are You Sure They Need You

it's Christmas night and the red cars are gone to spread the Santa's bottles
all the people are looking out the window to see the lights and heard the bells ringing
the gates of magic will open, and the elves will bring the presents under the Christmas tree

hey, you forgot to worship in the holy place. the child was born here
and the king of the world will bring peace to the earth. the three magicians went a long way to worship him
was born to show you that everything is possible through giving. devoting yourself.

the world is making the latest preparations for the Christmas meal. everything is clean, aligned, orderly
Moms and dads look happy, everything is ready, beautifully wrapped gifts
only the moon was looking out the window. looks sad. her light shines on each fir tree

love, dedication, exaltation... words full of the gratitude of the gift's slaves. we will pass this Christmas too
we will eat, we will drink, we will enjoy. to the surface because deeply in the soul is the hell... empty, cold and frozeen
it is precisely the end of expectations and failures. carpe diem. gaudeamus igitur...

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The Greatest of All Time

I didn't even touch the heel of the frog
I am the most insignificant and invisible man lost in the sea of humanity
my head has no aura, my hands do no miracles
not even my mouth dripped nectar in the ear of silence
I'm such an ordinary man
so that even the definition of the ordinary looked at me strangely
I left the place at the top of the podium
for those who really
he deserves it.
I sink into oblivion
I dress in silence
and look at the sky
he's the only one who doesn't expect anything from me

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Nothing Else To Say

Ma'am, it's time. I have to accompanied you. I can't be late either
and you can't miss the meeting either
we are expected. and the Styx is quiet, without a storm

See, young man, I will stay a little longer.
all my life I waited for my prince to appear. on a white horse
I can't leave right now. I would feel wasted. abandoned. ignored

Ma'am! time does not wait. everyone has a moment of hesitation, but at the end they cooperate
I can not. I have no more tears to impress you. I'm empty, dry,
but I'm not ready yet. I can't give up. I decline. My Prince…

It's a deep night. Nobody's coming. Ma'am, please let me to help you
The horse is old and blind, but even so he feel your insecurity
so I didn't wait in vain. thank you young man

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uselessness

my poetry is dead and I will follow soon
my words haunt
and I can no longer give them their weight

I always thought I was an opener
that I help those around me, with a word, with my presence, with an idea
but everything was just an illusion

at least if I could cry
but my soul is drier than the desert
barren land on which not even the dunes run

I ground the meat of the words, keeping only the shell for the world
my thoughts run wild to nowhere
and yes, my poetry is dead. at least if I had the forgotness