Poetry of a Kind

On a vast ocean

a brach is wobbling

floating in water

a black cat it’s holding

she's ill

and sad

.

the clouds are gathering

she's praying and purring

no meow would be heard

it’s raining

and wet

.

a bright hole opens up

with anger and lightning

the God is dictating

thunderstorm

begone now

.

it suddenly blows away

leaving a marble sky

the ocean is reflecting

a happy path to life

.

follow and don’t you cry

My original poem in Hungarian:

https://blog.poet.hu/talanversek/vegtelen-tengeren

Our Life so Far

Yesterday…

I wrote a letter to a girl to get a yes today.

Yes, she answered, but what to gather?

To be together could we even find a way?

Oh, God! She seems to be so far away...

Too good to believe so don’t fly away...

Hit Meow

Give me your hand please to help me out

I want to please you with a cat’s meow

Ease my thirst smiling from your lovely sight

From now on all nights hearing you sigh

.

Just like my burden

Love comes by urgent

Who is she?

Or is it he?

Why some girls play mind games with me?

Just hit me!

The Book of Silence

If silence speaks louder than words,

yours is so loud that it hurts.

What’s written can be read and yet not heard,

but its thoughts might still be earned.

Smileys are written down also,

but now they let me down or so.

They have no answer here to feast,

but at least you didn’t hit me with a fist.

Happy as a unicorn that would ride but is tied

and his horn is torn and deadly tired.

Starving for a green apple that is hard to reach

like a lesson life still has to teach.

Well, if there is no green light

how will I sleep well tonight?

I guess all is written in the book to gather,

but sadly I’m not your guest to read yours together.

The Well of Farewell

I have no more ill-intention,

though my nerves are still in tension.

I am looking at the window like at a still life,

but while on a picture that would seem nice,

I feel like my odds are like for a thin mouse

hanging in a cat’s mouth as its final house.

.

Below the lines are sad but not mean:

“I love the one” - you said, but not me.

It was fun for me as well at least,

but all my words fell in a hole in vain

- and there's no more left to list -

deep down in a well to forever remain.