Posts Tagged ‘women’


Before I wake up

(warmed up by charming melody)

let the day dance on my sleepy skin –

light and sonorous

like the pianist’s  fingers

(daisies asters and roses all in melodious spin)


Before I wake up

(like a leaf in the spring)

by your breath brushed with a magic wand

in  wild dance euphoria

let it fall on your temples eyes lips wings


rain of sweet kisses – silver lacy chills …



[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]


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to stay


as a living part of Europe

in the air amazed by

the townspeople


their finely

 fills up space between

sea and sea


to stay


inscribed in the pages of history

with words and images

in the music of Paganini

and Monnet’s brush

on the shore of azure water

colorful like crayons

fragrant like lavender






[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

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I am searching for your eyes

your laughter like the sound of morning bells

sound of awakening


is not yet  time to say “goodbye”

in the corners of silence the wind unfolds its wings

like a bird that returns in the spring


for the last soft kiss

there will be time (not now) – I will tell you

still I will sing for you…


I am searching for your eyes

your laughter like the sound of morning bells

sound of awakening


[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

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And purple snow is falling down

on eyelids white and stars insomnia

as in the winter frozen sound

as in the summer rose’ euphoria


dull-faded petals shaped so fine

pressed in a corner of sub-conscience

steps of my words – words intertwined

with dreams I dream in pure distortion


thoughts hurt by hands cold unfamiliar

and still so far we are from sunset

when purple snow is falling down

the fire burns our souls and mindsets


don’t let me hide in winter shade

where ends the end of earth… and hope

cuddle my petals my heart sway

don’t let this passion ever stop…


[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

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s i l k y

you close my eyes with kisses

as if you wanted to protect me

from the  sunrise

or from snow falling on my sleepy face

in an avalanche of white flaks



we sheathed legs

of the rising day

awakening spring



a  w e l l

I am a well

tucked deeply in a protective

embrace of Mother Earth

and you are water

that flows in me filling my walls to the top

giving meaning to my existence


~ yes ~


water is the purpose of the well



k i l l e r

annoyingly beautiful you are

soulless winter

even when you shear the roses

crimson heads


and red in white is bathing

like my heart in  the sun  –

your sword shines


[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2016]

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Even in colors of late summer

much paler than juicy amaranth

refreshing – regardless of time and place

squeezed between shoots of a wild imagination



flowers and women



time is only a relative reference

to reality – the place is a space inhabited

by breath and smell and sometimes

hands plaited in wreaths


[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2015]

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