{"id":47,"date":"2021-12-15T15:36:45","date_gmt":"2021-12-15T15:36:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/valentincorman.com\/poesie\/?page_id=47"},"modified":"2022-08-05T13:13:11","modified_gmt":"2022-08-05T13:13:11","slug":"poetry-in-english","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/valentincorman.com\/poesie\/index.php\/poetry-in-english\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry in English"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

13 days<\/p>Two shadows holding hands,
Under a pagoda.
Far away from their lands,
Looking for svoboda.

She that midnight sun casts,
in his chest made a blast
he won’t seem to bother.
All against the forecasts
and though the world is vast,
they have found each other.

Looking deep in her eye,
he doesn’t wanna go.
So hard to say goodbye
and let kisses forgo.

As 13 days have passed,
so hard to skip a day.
Too much of a contrast,
no will to run away.

Have they met in the past?
Her soul looks familiar.
Is this going too fast?
He will have to figure.

Two shadows holding hands, <\/strong>
under a pagoda.
Far away from their lands, <\/strong>
looking for svoboda.<\/strong>

They are like teenagers,
hugging on the sidewalk,
spend much time together,
but feel no urge to talk.

Have no place as lovers,
so they go for a walk,
looking for some antlers,
or draw hearts with a chalk.

Kissing on a boulder
became their new routine.
She rests on his shoulder,
surrounded by just green.

Two shadows holding hands, <\/strong>
looking for svoboda. <\/strong>
Far away from their lands, <\/strong>
under a pagoda.<\/strong><\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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Vanilla lips<\/p>Life became bearable,
Now I know you exist,
Since you got tangible,
I came out of the mist.

You’re so adorable,
Too long you have been missed.
You are incredible,
And I cannot resist.

Your soft whispering voice,
Your sweet vanilla lips,
Are as enjoyable
As the sight of your hips.

It’s inevitable
To feel these little rips
When I don’t have no choice
And I need to eclipse.<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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Blue & Yellow<\/p>Blue and yellow,
I am here to follow.
Yellow and blue,
My heart belongs to you.

Ukraine, so brave,
Fighting for your freedom.
Your plains, I crave,
Where I felt so welcome.

Blue and yellow,
I’m one of your fellows.
Yellow and blue,
I feel part of the crew.

Ukraine, I miss
Your beautiful landscapes,
It was a bliss,
A wonderful escape.

Blue and yellow,
Make them hear your bellow,
Yellow and blue,
Much stronger than a mew.

Ukraine, so strong,
Fighting against monsters,
Against the wrongs
Of Russian abusers.

Blue and yellow,
Yellow and blue,
Sometimes you are mellow,
But you can be rough too.

Ukraine, fearless,
Defending all of us.
So relentless,
Fighting to stop the fuss.<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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Chasing Rainbows <\/p>Whenever she’s away<\/strong>
I become colorblind<\/strong>
Feeling out of my way<\/strong>
Feeling out of my mind<\/strong>

Wish I knew how to say
How hard she was to find
All I want is to stay
And forever to bind

Getting on a tramway
Having my soul aligned
With her I want to sway
Leaving the rest behind

Dancing with her blanket
I wish only she knew
How strong is her magnet
Makes me neglect the view

Chasing rainbows with you
Drawing on a jacket
That’s all I want to do
When I’m on this planet

Whenever you’re away<\/strong>
I become colorblind<\/strong>
Feeling out of my way<\/strong>
Feeling out of my mind<\/strong>

Wish I knew how to say
How glad I was to find
Your cute smile on my way
You are one of a kind

Getting on a big wheel
Not afraid of the flow
With you I want to feel
Leaving the rest below

Sliding down steep thickets
Put candies on a scale
Small suns in my pockets
And for ginger risk jail.

Chasing sunbows with you
Drawing on my pocket
That’s all I want to do
If I missed my rocket

When we are together,
Finally I see clear
Feeling so much better
I would not shed a tear

I want to go with you
See what no one believes
Where traffic lights are blue
Where sails seem to be leaves

Follow you on night trains
Take pictures of the light
No matter if it rains
We would go out at night

Walking with your poncho
I hope only you get
How strong is your magnet
Makes me neglect the show

Chasing rainbows with you
As long as it can get
To list new things to do
We don’t need a bucket.
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Emeral Queen<\/p>Eating pink cheese on a blue bench
On the sunny edge of a park
Makes me forget how to speak French
Has the funny taste of a spark

If I could be your yellow king
I would make you my emerald queen
Together we see the unseen
We seize the colors in between

We have no need of a kingdom
When the whole world belongs to us
If we can rule over freedom
A piece of land is just a plus

Golden picnic and stone table
On the rocky edge of a stream
It lets me see that I’m able
Has the flocky taste of a dream

And if the dream washes away
I’ll draw it again everyday
To paint I’ll find a new color
That you have never seen before

If I could be your yellow king
I would forget that I was green
I would perform on every scene
To make you laugh, my emerald queen

And I will try till I turn blue
I’ll keep going till dreams come true.
No matter if the leaves turn brown
Their shadow still make a good crown

We have no need of a kingdom
When the whole world entertains us
If we can rule over boredom
Having a plan is just a plus

Colorful snack, railway station
Not even waiting for a train
It makes me feel the vibration
Has the subtle taste of the rain

Expedition in no-man’s-land
It’s getting cold, can’t feel my hand
Some orange blink and lights turn red
Before we freeze, let’s find a shed

We have no need of a castle
When the whole world opens to us
If we make art our battle
Having a roof is just a plus

If you could be me emerald queen
Imagine what we’d be making
I’m on the edge of a breaking
I want to be your fellow king


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Meet me in the middle <\/p>Meet me in the middle
Where the magic happens
Try me with a riddle
It might even be puns

Halfway from your chaos
Halfway from my straight lines
There’s no room for pathos
When two bright souls align

Meet me in the center
Where we can be in sync
What if we could banter
Have the same way to think ?

Meet me in the bullseye
Aiming the same target
We could just be allies
Building our own planet


Come one, let’s have some foam
Could be one, could be twelve
Till last call, then walk home
Baby let’s lose ourselves<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n

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Lost and found<\/p>If I am nowhere to be found
And even if you turn around
I will chase you, reduce the gap
Till our footsteps overlap

Then together we’ll hit the ground
We will go for another round
I don’t care doing one more lap
When I know you brought me a wrap

I’ll make you spin and loose your cap
I’ll help you fix your shoulder strap
And if you lose your plastic sash
I will find where it chose to stash

So I can get one more minute
Of your so divine company
I’d make time become absolute
Make last that perfect harmony

I wouldn’t mind if the dogs bark
I would even walk in the dark
If the right way seems like a trap
I will lead you without a map

Maybe the next evening
We should set no meeting
Let’s keep it in the blur
We will find each other.

Maybe we will just be walking And can meet accidentally
Maybe we will be invoking
The Shaman’s dream in the valley

Then you’ll get down in the meadow
and greet a very lonely horse
Pet him though he seems pretty coarse
He’s just probably in sorrow

We were in need of vitamins
A statue offered tangerines
Let’s pick apples for tomorrow
That nature left us to borrow

Let’s write letters with our shadow
The more we walk, the more we grow

So I can get one more second
To enjoy the simplicity
I’ll pass my road and go beyond
Make last that nice complicity<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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