Author: Georgi Dimitrov-Karlovski

poem about sorrow 4

Give Me a Beer

Poem   It was only me, the pen, the paper. Perfect. Let’s have a drink, maybe two? What do you think? Oh Muse, let’s meet in Paradise, I want to see you next to...

contemplative poem 0

Running Water

Poem The running waters of the past remind me of my future home. There, over there, near the river, among the trees I’ll walk alone. Alone but not afraid nor abandoned. I’ll know no...

poem about being young 3

Dirty Window

Poem Through dirty windows I can see the mountain full of golden days, the days of friendship close to me, when we cared not of yesterday, when everything was greener, shining, and we believed...