My beloved friends&readers.My poetry book is finally on the market, you can purchase the book from the links below. Thanks from the buttom of my heart for all

RT @EagleSoulMan: THE END OF THE DREAM .There are poems like Soviet blocks.Gray, dull, bare, no balconies, no faces.I’ve seen poems with ho….

RT @EagleSoulMan: Dear readers,.I need to inform you that I'll give a break after I share my last poem tomorrow. I must rest and also focus….

RT @EagleSoulMan: It's time to farewell, friends.I'm going to somewhere.that the stars are close enough to touch.that moon takes a walk in….

RT @EagleSoulMan: Don't hold me back my beloved ones.Let me soar over snowy mountains.Nature's calling me for a lush feast.Let me ride my h….

THE END OF THE DREAM .There are poems like Soviet blocks.Gray, dull, bare, no balconies, no faces.I’ve seen poems with hollow roots.No roof, no rhythm, not a trace .I know verses without a tune.No music, no soul, no graceful rhyme.I’ve read poems, each line was a cry.Full poem⤵️

Dear readers,.I need to inform you that I'll give a break after I share my last poem tomorrow. I must rest and also focus on my new book which will be a Sci-Fi novel, not a poetry book. If you miss my poetry my books are available on Amazon. Best regards🙏.

Don’t seek time’s pulse just in clocks.Its heart beats in many secret forms.The heart has a rhythm all its own.And stars tick in stranger norms.As the heart fades, so does its star.And when stars die, darkness grows.To hear the universe’s pulse.Listen your heart as silence dwells

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The drum of Earth beneath our bare feet.No man owns sky, nor claims the land.The heartbeat where all spirits meet.We walk with grace,no sword in hand. We talk with stones, trees&rain.A tree is time, a stream is song.In ash we see dreams of life again.The wind reminds us we belong

Prague wakes in fog again.Engines hum but not to move.People drift to jobs.they never meant to do.Kids file in, not to learn.just because they must.What a strange game we play.pretending life each day.Only birds are honest.They fly.because there’s no other way.to stay in the air

RT @EagleSoulMan: We shook hands with hate today.We left loving for tomorrow.We made agreement with longing.We left reunion for tomorrow.We….

RT @EagleSoulMan: I learned from the trees.How to reach for the sky.How to take root deeply .while holding on tightly.to the soil and the h….

RT @EagleSoulMan: Dear friends/readers.Glad to inform you that my new poetry book "Don't Ask Me For a Red Rose" is available in the market….

RT @Maria_sunset22: I'd like to share with all of U my review about the last book of @EagleSoulMan.DON'T ASK ME FOR A RED ROSE on Goodreads….

I learned from the trees.How to reach for the sky.How to take root deeply .while holding on tightly.to the soil and the history.How to extend my arms to the future.How to love without expectation .How to give without anticipation .How to offer generously.my shade, my fruits.📋⬇️

RT @EagleSoulMan: Love was a lie the poets told.Birdsong was noise dressed in gold.Flowers just weeds in fancy clothes.Poets dressed sky wi….

RT @IngramOxford: Don’t Ask Me For A Red Rose: Ethereal verses on Love, Nature & Humanity..Kim Ingram.5 out of 5 stars.A GOLDEN TREASURE O….

Love was a lie the poets told.Birdsong was noise dressed in gold.Flowers just weeds in fancy clothes.Poets dressed sky with empty words.Virtue is myth hope feeds the poor.Truth is outdated dreams are a chore.Exile the poets! Ban them from the city.Let them rot in silence and pity

The clouds of longing have gathered.The rains of reunion are near.The winds of separation have calmed.The sun of reunion is about to rise.Maybe I’ll come in form of rain.A bird on your window perhaps.Or as sunlight filling your room.May be like a guest from God.Would you welcome?

Falling gently, a celestial feast.Are they snowflakes or angels.Pure & innocent they softly descend.Like divine butterflies the heavens sent.When they melt on our lips so light.They leave a taste of a neat delight.Peaceful and serene as the sky.They bring us calm as they drift by