Marek Swierad

Marek Swierad Poems

For many years, I didn’t pay attention to it...
on the bank of the river a birch grows, right beside the water.
reflecting the white bark
from my dreams.
...

Broken heart,
catch me.
Memories of sadness,
find me.
...

3.

Beautiful Anne
likes pastries,
cream puffs, almond tarts
and sweet croissants
...

4.

tickets for the night show
you say - fall in love
I, maybe
emotions, heart...
...

Eat Me

Little more, enchantress of words.
You are on my lips
...

You stand at the corner of the earth
In the vastness of the galaxy
An invisible dot
You.
...

7.

Time has no path,
beginning,
ending,
stops,
...

Marek Swierad Biography

Marek Swierad is a novelist, journalist, storyteller, poet, and traveler. He has lived in many countries around the world such as: Australia, Russia, Canada, USA, and Poland. He holds a PhD in Economics and is a Member of the Polish Writers' Association. He was an official correspondent in USA and Canada for the Polish newspaper Dziennik Polski and is an awards recipient for the 2009 IX Mazowiecki Literature awards that was presided by Maria Kaczynska, wife of the president of Poland.)

The Best Poem Of Marek Swierad

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For many years, I didn’t pay attention to it...
on the bank of the river a birch grows, right beside the water.
reflecting the white bark
from my dreams.

In the search for happiness
I entered
the cemetery.
Rows of crosses are covered with the branches of willows,
small leaves wash out the past from tombstones.
Wading through the leaves of sins
I met you
you smile at a photo on a tombstone.
You are wearing flats that are the color of red...

...hot red lips.
When I look in the mirror, I see myself... without you.
The part of the mirror, where you should be, is covered in dust.
The layers of dust
pile on top of each other, forming years.

I took you by the hand, feeling the warmth of your body,
saying turn around...
Smiling, you looked at me...
in picture.

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Marek Swierad Quotes

You found me through the eyes of dreams In the passage of life. You looked at me as if I were a miracle The poster of dreams. I was obedient, in love, I waited, trembled, mad, I... And you...

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