Poems | Maid Corbic – Bosnia and Herzegovina

Maid Corbic from Tuzla, 21 years old. In his spare time he writes poetry that repeatedly praised as well as rewarded. He also selflessly helps others around him, and he is moderator of the World Literature Forum WLFPH (World Literature Forum Peace and Humanity) for humanity and peace in the world in Bhutan. He is also the editor of the First Virtual Art portal led by Dijana Uherek Stevanovic, and the selector of the competition at a page of the same name that aims to bring together all poets around the world. Many works have also been published in anthologies and journals (Chile, Spain, Ecuador, Bosnia and Herzegovina, San Salvador, United Kingdom, Indonesia, India, Croatia, Serbia, etc.) as well as printed copies of the anthology of poems “Sea in the palm of your hand“, „Stories from Isolation”, and “Kosovo Peony” and others

 

LOVE THAT FASHES

My words can’t fit on paper anymore

Because I always knew that love has a purpose

Which will bring us some new skills

And I know that all I have is my whole world

I will never leave him, because love has its birth certificate

I tell with feelings all the happenings around me

Because I nurture all aggregate states with the firmness of my speech

The fading love I remembered, that you lived in it

As a sincere particle and the only spark of love

Which supported me the way I really am

I count the days as always, to see you again for a moment

I say how much you mean to me in the world without you I can’t

To be no more for a second, for he suffers the love of great distances

I love hugging you the most in a world that is honest

Colorful colors tailored for the two of us in madness

I hug the pillow impressively almost every night

Because the memories that remained unfulfilled hurt me

The purity of my soul is reflected in your outline

Mine is still clean and durable no matter what

People talk about me because they don’t know the truth

I wish I had my northern star again

That I have someone to tell only that one day of life

Share air and toys from toddler to adulthood

With a person who loves me immensely in the world as I am

While everyone else around me turns their backs so consciously

Love that fades has its side of expression

Love that fades always shows its way to truth

Knowing that you are not in my dreams

It makes me shed bitter tears for you

The veil of destiny flows through my veins

It’s not like it used to be

I would still hug the memories from the pictures shared

But my time is still passing invasively!

 

MASKS WHEN THEY FALL

Nothing else can survive in my head

As masks can when they fall to the floor

I buy them with my bare hands and touch the color mixes

But they are not as resistant as I mean a lot

It was as if time had stopped abruptly

The silence will wash my heavy hands

Blackness comes to my veins through my hands

Which I don’t want to promote to myself

I know it’s all an illusion of a dream

My heart beats the battle with everyone around me

Wishing I was still much needed

To other people next to me, without giving a smile

Maybe no one has figured me out yet in time

When the masks fall, only the man and the shadow remain

Where victory is taken entirely by someone else

Third, more precisely, the soul melted from pain and sorrow

And I don’t think everything has any weight value

But I pray to God that everything is just another dream

From which I will not wake up lightly

As long as I exist and as long as I live

My shadow will follow all the stories around me

I believe that the love of your name exists engraved

Somewhere in the crucial state of a dissolved soul

Mixed with blood and holy wine as a healing place

 

LINE RESISTANCE EMBROIDERY

A line does not have to mean just a geometric expression

Because we certainly describe the limits of our lives

In the shortest ranks, until one gloomy day

When everything becomes pale and melancholic

The line, it always borders us from some views

Spherical spheres of our pores and reason

We don’t see what we want, we dream of better days

When all that is beautiful – separate suddenly

Love is fleece paper in place once

When we hope, the beauty always comes to an end

Because our mentality can no longer be the same

Like a couple of months ago she became

The abstract area of ​​our abode is thought

We carry memories that still hurt since last year

The wind smells of hyacinths and holy roses

Which the Lord brought with His love

Upright or wavy, it separates people from others

It does not allow it to be the same as before

Life sometimes brings us back to the restart itself

A button that has no end for individuals

Line copper engraving and embroidery are created by graphs

We use every dsn to learn about ourselves

Our existences that are often alienated

Because of the rules we often break

We assume that the line is all outside the geometry

Because in a word, the line is all we are not

Reachable, far-sighted, limitless

And we humans, look where the bucket is coming from

Lines of spectrum eye-catch one day will be closed

One day will be all closed in our mission

To make new friendships forever in our area

Because lines of life is strongest, but sometimes suicidal