Spirit
of winter nights,
wandering in the darkness
with your white robe
and the your pale skull,
sings
your ancient melodies,
and let me welcome you
within the walls of my house.
Poem (C): Me
“The OC Mari Lwyd” (C): Jim Pool
All the rights of the images belong to their respective owners.
Spirito
delle notti invernali,
che vaghi nell’oscurità
con la tua candida veste
e il pallido teschio,
canta
le tue antiche melodie,
e lascia che ti accolga
tra le mura di casa mia.
Poem (C): Me
“The OC Mari Lwyd” (C): Jim Pool
All the rights of the images belong to their respective owners.
A dark figure
slowly
approaches
the lighted window,
on his shoulders
a huge black sack
which moves
frantically.
His tongue
taste
the cold air
of December,
while
his eyes
shining
maliciously
at the sight of his prey,
that will disappear into darkness.
Poem (C): Me
“Krampus mit Kind (Krampus with a Child)” postcard from around 1911 (C): Anonymous
“A St. Nicholas procession with Krampus and...
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Una figura oscura
si avvicina
lentamente
alla finestra illuminata,
sulle sue spalle
un enorme sacco nero
che si muove
freneticamente.
La sua lingua
assaggia
l’aria gelida
di Dicembre,
e i suoi occhi
brillano
malignamente
alla vista della sua preda,
che sparirà nelle tenebre.
Poem (C): Me
“Krampus mit Kind (Krampus with a Child)” postcard from around 1911 (C): Anonymous
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Commission Poetry: Christmas Gifts Ideas
A little spot, based on latest post, to remind you that If you want to give to your dear ones a special gift for Christmas,
You can ask me to create a heartwarming poem for your and your parents, friends and loved ones.
For more information you can contact me through :
- A DM on my Twitter (https://twitter.com/QuitadamoMarta...
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The snow
resting
on my shoulders,
has frozen
by the wind of December
and it will not be
the sun of spring
to dissolve it.
My breath
condenses
into a bleak cloud,
which carries
my spirit,
leaving my body
cold and numb.
My tears
will not ease
my wounds,
but they will be confused
with falling snow.
Poem (C): Me
GIF (C): GIPHY
This poem...
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La neve
appoggiata
sulle mie spalle,
si è ghiacciata
dal vento di Dicembre
e non sarà il sole
di primavera
a scioglierlo.
Il mio respiro
si condensa
in una fosca nube,
che porta con sé
il mio spirito,
lasciando il mio corpo
freddo e intorpidito.
Le mie lacrime
non allevieranno
le mie ferite,
ma si confonderanno
con la neve cadente.
Poem (C): Me
GIF (C):...
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For this Christmas I want to give you a little suggestions:
To your friends, family and dear ones give them a poem, that you can express your affection.
It’s Heartwarming but also is faster and customized.
For more informations contact me through my Twitter (https://twitter.com/QuitadamoMarta) and my Instagram account (https://instagram.com/poetryslair)
Happy Christmas to everyone!!
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I am not afraid
at the sight
of your bleeding eyes
and empty orbits .
I feel serenity
from the heat
of your light,
and the warmth of the candles
placed on your head
like a crown.
I’m not terrified
towards your skull
that ghostly wanders
in the darkness of the night,
and the winter breeze.
I am enraptured
By the ancient melodies
that come...
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Non provo paura
alla vista
dei tuoi occhi sanguinanti
e le orbite vuote.
Provo serenità
dal calore
della tua luce,
e dal calore delle candele
poste sulla tua testa
come una corona.
Non provo terrore
verso il tuo teschio
Che vaga spettrale
tra il buio della notte,
e la brezza dell’inverno.
Sono rapita
dalle antiche melodie
che escono dalla tua bocca,
e volteggiano nell’aria
come...
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