Cea Mai Frumoasa Poezie De Dragoste, ... citita, compusa, primita ... Optiuni

[tolstoievski]

Stiu ca sint multe, stiu ca e greu ...
pentru mine insa, trofeul nu poate reveni decat Poetului ...

"spune-mi, daca te-as prinde intr-o zi
si ti-as saruta talpa
nu-i asa ca ai schiopata putin dupa aceea
de teama sa nu-mi strivesti sarutul?" Nichita STANESCU

[ComicDiva]

am mai postat poezia asta in cateva locuri pe site dar nu pot sa ma abtin.
I love it.

Love Sonnet XI

by Pablo Neruda

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

And I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.