Poems



 I hear you in faint whispers

Trapped in a space of noise,
yet, I hear you in faint whispers.
Too many seductive voices,
none of which are real—
still, I find myself in your call.

Should I go deaf to these piercing cries?
Should I surrender to their summons?
My ear’s filters grow weak,
I pray you don't chastise me
for yielding to their loudness.

I will remain attentive,
but I will not respond just yet,
until I find the one true voice,
the one that calls in whispers.
Let me hear it once more,
for I am made whole in your call.

 

In the Grip of a Sublime Smile

She has a shy appearance,
A calmness veils her, yet a fragile mirth lingers near.
To hear her speak is to strain one's ear,
Her beauty is a secret, softly whispered.

Visible only in shadows, she moves with grace,
Her aura, a gift divine, unmatched by mortal hands.
The goddess of Olympus finds no place for her,
For she surpasses their glory with effortless grace.

The Theoi Agoraioi whispers her name in the agora,
While The Theoi Mantikoi cannot fathom the source of her splendor.
Aglaia, goddess of beauty, bows to her,
And Kalliope, in all her eloquence, falls short of praise.

She moves as if the earth hesitates to touch her feet.
Her beauty is a secret, softly whispered.
I wait for the fleeting moment of her smile, A gift that never vanishes.

I long to see it again,
For I remain forever in the grip of her sublime smile.


(The second poem is a tribute to a friend whose smile is truly one of the most captivating I've ever encountered.)

***These poems are dear to me as their creator. I’d appreciate it if they are only shared with proper acknowledgment of my authorship***.


Hemen A. Emmanuel O.S.A

Colegio Mayor Mendel. C. del Rector Royo-Villanova, 6, Moncloa - Aravaca, 28040 Madrid

Madrid, España.  

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