My first blog and two of my english poems

Let me tell you, I usually write in my native language (with is polish) and post my poems on my other insta account, but once in a while (rarely) I try to make one in english. 

It's hard to give it a flow, overall writing in other language is hard! You can't imagine. Well, bellow there's two of my old ones, first wrote on 17th April 2025 and second, in 10 December 2024. Am I proud of it? Hm... hard to say, it could be better I bet. Yet, here you go. 

Leaving leaves

a bad memory might be 

like the moldy leaf 

that holds onto tree in autumn

before it'll fall

dance with the wind

crumble under your foot

turn into dust

turn into nothing 

important 

another season will come

and give birth to new leaves 

but what gives?

it just leaves

both good and bad

Pomagrante 

You lying on a plate like dish to be eaten

Just for me to devour, to taste, to heat in.

I'm sticking a fork in your pulsating flesh

I eat with pomagranates, your blood, still fresh.

The whole flavour with vodka I'm complemanting,

Warming up my dry throat, not complaining.

Delicate lungs, heavy stomach, warm heart,

I eat it slowly until you fell apart.

My hands are red from this whole gluttony,

I stare at the now empty plate with irony.

From stomach to heart, many were saying.

Now you're on my lips, fingers, legs... 

Obeying.

That's it