Under pale moonlight
With a few stars
Looking down from above
He stares at the water
In it, the reflection of a dove

As the bird takes its flight
He is left to stare
At only his own glare
He wonders why he’s so plain
Not having that certain
Je ne se quoi
That brings the ladies
Clamoring to the stage
Just to get glimpse
Of this man, like a prince

©2018 Jeremy Michael George

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Alone.

Just the reflection in the city lights.
And an empty whisper.

But the deaf can’t hear…

Staring at the endless beauty of the sky,
watching as people are passing by.

He is there, with his “boring” smile,
searching for someone to give it to.

But the blind can’t see…

So, he is left there, alone…

After all that, alone…

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A small crack sounds
Is like a crash to his ears
In the deafening silence
Of his own tears
Despite the intrusion
He refuses to look up
Or away from his delusion
Of not being enough

Still as he broods
A figure looms
Into his peripheral vision
Not scary, but there
And seats themselves
Right next to his despair
A chance meeting
Or fate showing itself fleeting?
He's not sure
But it's certain, it could be
The meeting he's been dreaming of

©2018 Jeremy Michael George

Πολλές φορές έρχεσαι.
Στις σκέψεις μου, στις λέξεις μου, στα όνειρά μου.
Και πνίγομαι σ’έναν ωκεανό από θύμησες.
Σ’ένα κενό παρόν με χαμένους έρωτες κι ανεκπλήρωτα όνειρα.

Βλέπεις, τόσα χρόνια πέρασαν κι ακόμα τρέμω στη μορφή σου, ακόμα μόνος.
Ίσως ποτέ δεν με κατάλαβες, ίσως ποτέ δεν σε κατάλαβα.

Στο σκοτάδι που βυθίστηκα, κερί προσπάθησα ν’ανάψω. Μα κι αυτό, χαμένος κόπος.

Σβήσαν οι ελπίδες, σβήσανε.

Σε μια γωνιά κρύβομαι και φοβάμαι…
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My love, why did you leave me
Why didn't you stay
Why did you just get up and walk away?

How could you give up
Without telling me what you wanted to say?

Why wont you tell me
What's been buried down so deep below?

Why does a man act like he has no soul?

7/21/18 Original Poetry (c) Leanor Johansen. All Rights Reserved.

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You know I tried, I tried a lot,
to make you a part of my plot.
But at the end of the day
you kept pushing me away.

I said “I love you” in a thousand ways.
But you denied listening.
When I was there with my actions,
you just wanted to hear my empty words.

When I was trying to keep it alive,
when I was suffering every night,
you made your decision
and turned off the light.

So, don’t ask me why.
Look inside the mirror and then retry.

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Είναι τα όνειρα που έκανες,
ξέπνοα θηρία.
Οι λέξεις που δεν είπες,
χαμένες στη σιωπή.
Είναι οι αναμνήσεις σου,
φθαρμένη νοσταλγία.
Είναι τα βράδια που έρχονται
κρύα, χωρίς ζωή.

Είναι κι εκείνο το είδωλο
που βλέπεις στο καθρέπτη,
να σε κοιτάει κατάματα
πνιγμένο στα “γιατί”.
Και οι επιθυμίες σου
που ζουν σε κάθε σκέψη,
είν’τα κρυφά σου οράματα,
μια τρύπια προσευχή.
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