My love flows in your veins
Like the blood that we need so much
And it is vicious like electricity
It can hurt you at first touch

It crawls up your heart like a spider
So quiet, crafty and precise
And can freeze your fragile soul
Just like the miraculous solid: ice

More than that just like a song
That you can’t get out your mind
It can control you to the limit
That you’re emotionally blind

But what if my love
is never more than just a song?
What if you never write the lyrics?
Just happily sing along

Or maybe one lonely day
My love will be out of tune
Will it sink to the bottom of your heart?
Like a worthless balloon

Or just like the songs today
Will it get out of date?
And will my love once filled with joy
Be quickly filled with hate?

Copyright © 2010 Marinela Reka

If when there are elections
The beautiful snow was taking part
My desirable fascination for it
Would bring joy to my young heart

The unique individual snowflakes
The frosted and alabaster white coat
The delight of seeing everyone merry
Snow, you have definitely got my vote

My soul feels alive as see the blissful sight
My lungs breathes as I smell the fresh air
My eyes tingle as the flakes drift down
And charmingly land on my soft hair

But when the sun shines and the rain falls
The absolutely brilliant snow starts to melt
I begin to see that nothing is perfect
And no longer feel the same feelings I felt!

The snow I fell in love with has gone
Instead left some slippery, stubborn thick ice
It is no longer safe to drive or to walk
So next time I vote I have to think twice!

It turns out to be a miserable misfortune
And not the utterly beautiful snow we desire
It just looks like what we adore and love
Is nothing but a very beautiful liar!

Copyright © 2010 Marinela Reka

You helped the poor
For no price
You cleansed their souls
Just being nice

You assisted them
With a home to stay
You aided the diseased
In every way

You opened orphanages
For children in need
You saved many lives
By a simple good deed

You opened your heart
Without a single complaint
They repaid your graciousness
And made you a saint

Copyright © 2010 Marinela Reka

Time is a hungry caterpillar
Our days are its prey
Before we all know it
Our whole life fades away

Copyright © 2010 Marinela Reka

I am a beautiful flower
With  petals bursting with colour
I drift past all kinds of landscapes
My name is the butterfly, no other

I am a flower that blooms in the air
And the caterpillar is my seed
And like every ordinary flower
I start to grow in spring, indeed

Poets don’t think my name is enough
The poet uses its inner power
Then I am finally satisfied
When the poet calls me the flying flower

Copyright © 2009 Marinela Reka

I am all mixed up
I wonder what’s going on
It feels so right, but
It feels so wrong
I love but I hate
I am happy but sad
I am firm but fair
I am calm but mad
I cry a large river
Of joyful tears
I like but dislike
The way it appears
So never ask me
How I am
Because I will but
Will not tell you,
If you understand

I like but dislike, the way it appears

Time is your friend
Not your enemy
Try to run at a slow pace
Together with time, you see
Act your age
Is what I mean!
Don’t rush out for
Anti-wrinkle cream
Don’t you panic
When your hair fades away
Don’t rush out to die it
When it starts to turn Grey
In a nut shell
Don’t be frightened to be told
That you are slowly starting
To get a bit old

Time is your friend , not your enemy

The radiator is on its heating fast, 100, two or three
The king of the jungle the lion is breathing oh so heavily

The little bomb goes in hes cave scaring all the bears away
Prolonged rainfall is rapidly coming out of a doorway

The horn is beeping beep beep, as soon as the car moves
The building collapses into pieces when it has been improved

Disaster strikes the blusher spills it’s all very bright
The heavy curtains are closed and don’t want to let in any light

You think I am being very silly but you wont understand until
You forget to wear a coat and come home terribly ill

Poems are us!