Lyric, lyric, lyric... What we think when we hear the word lyric? Originally - from the Greek word, lyra, meaning lyre, lyric poetry, refers to a short song accompanied by a musical instrument, almost always the lyre. And so is lyric, and so are poems, in the broadest sense, nothing more than "Enscripturated singing" with all its forms of expression. For where a man feels when he suffers, loves and laughs, then sings and writes it. Each poem is a small world, a work of art, a possibility of spontaneous expression. A release of emotions. And the poetry lives ... lived through the change of...
Lyric, lyric, lyric... What we think when we hear the word lyric? Originally - from the Greek word, lyra, meaning lyre, lyric poetry, refers to a shor...
50 Healing Poems at Christmas Time Silent Night, Holy Night... Expectation and anticipation is at night, where bells from church towers - white hearts in the Holy Night. And love gushes from crystal clear mountain streams - icy wind - burns like fire on our lips. Feelings and thoughts - line by line - from the hand of the poet. Colorful Christmas Stars; alchemically cast, reveal a secret in the quietest time. Verse by verse - silver lining dancing snowflakes as light as feathers - the breath of angels on curly hair. They have matured into precious diamonds in the sky. Christmas sounds like a...
50 Healing Poems at Christmas Time Silent Night, Holy Night... Expectation and anticipation is at night, where bells from church towers - white hearts...
The Great Poet; Complete Poetical Works of Kristian Goldmund Aumann (2010-2012) A life without poetry is a life without heart, without laughter, without crying - it's a life without feelings... For the poetry I break a lance - as a knight of the words I ride against the evening sun, which puts her natural shade on my lines. Dance on the Volcano, a new lyrical era has begun, it sparkles in the stars; nine times brighter than the light of the full moon.
The Great Poet; Complete Poetical Works of Kristian Goldmund Aumann (2010-2012) A life without poetry is a life without heart, without laughter, witho...
Silent Night, Holy Night... Expectation and anticipation is at night, where bells from church towers - white hearts in the Holy Night. And love gushes from crystal clear mountain streams - icy wind - burns like fire on our lips. Feelings and thoughts - line by line from the hand of the poet. Colorful Christmas Stars; alchemically cast, reveal a secret in the quietest time. Verse by verse - silver lining dancing snowflakes as light as feathers - the breath of angels on curly hair. They have matured into precious diamonds in the sky. Christmas sounds like a sweet-smelling cinnamon rolls and...
Silent Night, Holy Night... Expectation and anticipation is at night, where bells from church towers - white hearts in the Holy Night. And love gushes...