Friday Poetry: round bed of rain and flowers

don't look behind

don't sleep whole night

she'll never notice

she is blind

don't close your eyes

don't listen to those guys

they'll never tell you

what you want to know

and if you want the reason

why season goes by season

the answer everywhere

where's you would like to dare

to know the sense

inside my chest your hands

that something what is keeping

my old fence

for you to grow

the rose that blooming in your soul

for everyone who needs a bit of salt

and if you need a proof

i'll save it on your roof

i'll stay a while to meet my dear

without doubt's and with no fear

Friday Poetry

  Hard Poetry

they played enough

with my becoming

taught me to hate and be

tricky for nothing

and then slapped

on my back

and said go to work

and said to be meek

I froze,

and attempts grow

but they never know

what they've done

in their own hole

Please save me from

from the hustle and winds

until all of them are sleeping

and keep their thinkings

let us

forget the names

and never blame

with no a drop of the shame

they are all the same

lets put them in a flame

its only a game

not even main

simly insane

rain rain rain

lets put them in a flame

either way...       

                                    

(Aslanova K. indeed)