Poems about love and war (Alexandrian poetry)

Your silence dances (Alexandrian poetry)

Your love for me means a little more than anything,

When love as a sense of itself can be less strong than mine,

When the thrill of love can keep the pain in the withered greens

And the night of dreams is like a torn and spasmodic song.

Your silence dances words of meaning in the frown,

My winter eye follows the stream of light in the sky,

Erratic flow of painful words when undressing

His sense of meaning sounds like a sad “goodbye.”

With red kisses unfurled, thrilling white delight,

The moon replaces the missing sun with everything around it.

It makes me dance my will in abstract dreams in height.

It makes me feel love again and heals my wound.

War

An invisible black hiatus of sadness,

An eerie silence like an immense void,

No beacon of hope in this sad evil,

I hate leaving many spaces destroyed,

Bloody war taking up too much space,

Victims stumbling on a rocky road of life,

Curving destinies timidly lifting with sad grace,

Quantum love trying to dispel the strife,

Cold death maintaining the ideology of war,

The victors are covered in glory,

Dramatic consequences trying to ignore,

His thinking becomes more and more bloody.

In a dawn of love

You came to me at that sunrise

To have such beautiful blue eyes.

The love I felt was just a mirage.

You looked like a blonde angel

But your sadness was very human.

I heard that sadness and loss.

Your name was the name of a king.

The light of a candle began to shine

Inside the room of our afflicted souls.

There, his loving eyes met our tears.

The pulse that comes from that star

And the beat of our hearts became

One in the intoning voices of love.

Wicked lands (horror poetry)

Screaming voices breaking the inner mirror of love

echoing in nothingness, seeking freedom in space,

Bloody songs that strongly warp your blue sky above

In the thin cold air disappearing without a trace,

O’er sad whispers, wind whipping through the wounds

For the symphony of dreams of demons like a disguised veil,

Bloody voices that need to build firm ground,

Buried danger sprouting to keep growing in size,

The salty tears of liquid souls forming waves of water,

Beauties in red waiting to face their fear of death,

Still screaming as she drowns in the cold watery graves,

Tearing the silence with his moans and his bloody breath.