Etiqueta: Poem

• Why Do You Cry? Take My Hand by Ericka Koehler

  Why do you cry? Take my hand, I can hear you from the silence land. Tell me your sorrows, let them out, Let me be the one to help you shout. Tears fall like raindrops from your eyes, But with my support, you can rise. Together we’ll face the pain, And make the sunshine bright…

  Ericka Koehler

  diciembre 9, 2022

  Poem, Poesía, Spanish

  Darkest Night, Ericka Koehler, Eyes, Fears, Home, Morning Light, Poem, Poesía, Silence, Silence Land, Sorrow, Take My Hand, Tears, To Emerge, To Hear, To Hold, Why Do You Cry?, Writer

• ¿A quién le pertenece la luna de setiembre? by Ericka Koehler

  ¿A quién le pertenece la luna de setiembre? Pregunto al viento que sopla sin cesar La respuesta se pierde entre la niebla Mientras las hojas caen sin parar. Quizás sea de aquellos amantes Que bajo su luz se prometieron amor O tal vez de los poetas soñadores Que encuentran en su brillo inspiración. ¿Será acaso…

  Ericka Koehler

  noviembre 25, 2022

  Poem, Poesía, Spanish

  Creative Writing, Ericka Koehler, Escritura Creativa, La Luna de Setiembre, Luna, Poem, Poesía, Setiembre

• The Power of yours Words by Ericka Koehler

  The power of your words is a force untold A weapon for good, or so we’re told With just a whisper, a thought expressed You can change a heart, or lay it to rest. Your words can lift up or tear down Create a smile or make one frown They can comfort a soul in…

  Ericka Koehler

  noviembre 21, 2022

  Creative Work, Creative Writing

  Force, Heart, Poem, Poesía, Power, Words, You

• You’ll live Forever by Ericka Koehler

  You’ll live forever if someone remembers you, It’s a truth that’s been spoken anew, For when our bodies return to dust, Our memories linger, never to rust. You’ll live on in the stories we tell, In the photos and mementos, we keep so well, In the laughter and tears that we share, In the moments…

  Ericka Koehler

  octubre 15, 2022

  Creative Work, Creative Writing, Poem

  Escritura Creativa, Essence, Forever, Poem, Poesía, To Live, You

• Charles Simic: “Late September” by Ericka Koehler

  Charles Simic is an American poet born in 1938 in Belgrade, Yugoslavia. His childhood is full of traumatic events due to World War II. The war forced his family to emigrate to the United States. During his first years in the country, he lived in Chicago. He studied at New York University and later enlisted…

  Ericka Koehler

  diciembre 23, 2021

  Poetry, Postmodernism

  American Literature, American Poetry, Charles Simic, Frost Medal, Late September, Poem, September 11

• «No te Conocen» by Ericka Koehler

  No te conocen, Y te juzgan. Te miran Te matan. Te miran Te matan. No te conocen, Y murmuran. Te miran, Se ríen. Te miran, Se ríen. No te conocen. Y hablan. Te miran, Te aplastan. Te miran, Te aplastan. No te conocen, Y opinan. Te miran, Se burlan. Te miran, Se burlan. No te…

  Ericka Koehler

  marzo 20, 2010

  Mirada, No te Conocen, Poem