When The Years Pass
When the years
pass and we grow old
hug me with your
eyes
and touch me
with your soul
as your newborn
child!
Hugged me
gently, and yet tightly
to I know that
you keep me
and don't give
up just like that!
Touch my cheek
with a kiss,
and I will keep
it as your trust!
Remove the
curtains from your eyes,
look at me
gently as you once did,
and love me like
that at least sometimes.
Love my wrinkles
and these hands
which they know
to hug
even when they
get older.
Still love that
child in me,
just love me,
love me quietly,
love me a
little, because I care.
Love me dear,
when the years pass,
heal me with
your look when the pains come.
I need a hug and
nothing more
your closeness
and look mild
it will do much
more than that
what you once
could and wanted!
You Have No Idea
You have no idea
how much hurts
every poet's
soul hides ...
No, you don't
know nor will you ever know,
because you
think poetry is something
what is only
read and listened to.
You have no idea
what it's like
when you smile
and tears choke you,
when sobs are
heard from the soul.
What is just a
verse to you
for the poet it
is a proof of the suffering of all.
For you and many
others
there is a
significant poetic award,
you have no idea
it's just
confirmation for
a sick soul.
What you call
deserved recognition
for the poet it
is another proof
to have him less
and less.
Every word in
some verse
a sigh is one
noteworthy,
and every poem
with tears written
a piece of the
poet's heart was torn off.
Poets are
unhappy people
those who walk
the world with sorrow
but know, they
love the strongest and purest.
I know very well
how it hurts
because I am one
of those
who the verses
write these and that
and thus heals
the pains of soul ...
I am one of you,
of those
who strongly and
purely know to love.
Doubt
I know you
wander in your mind
That you wonder
day and night
Do I love you
and only you
Or I'm hiding
someone else in my heart.
You torture me
and yourself
And days and
years fly by you ...
Threads of doubt
you roll in the ball
One, then
another, then a dozen of them.
They roll in
your head, collide, unravel
And create chaos
It's not easy
for you, you can't figure it out
That I love only
you.
In vain, dear,
you torture yourself
You have a
thousand questions in your head
No way to
understand the truth right
I loved and I
love only you
Discard your
doubts about me
Instead of that
examine yourself
Do you really
love me?
AZEMINA DOKAZA KLOBODANOVIĆ
AZEMINA DOKAZA KLOBODANOVIĆ, born in
1953 in Zenica, Bosnia and Herzegovina, writes prose and poetry. She published
through online publishers five books of prose in Bosnian and some in English,
as well as three books of poetry - "Na Zalasku", "EMOTION
GALLERY: Galerija Emocija" (in bilingual form: in English-Bosnian), and
"Galerija Emocija" in Bosnian. Her works have been published in many
domestic and foreign joint collections, and her poems in several international
poem anthologies: "Rivers of Love", "Blood on Sand",
"Poets for Peace", "Candles of Hope - Anthology of a Thousand
Poets'', ''European Women Poets'',... The quatrain of this author (a poem with
only four lines) in the Bosnian language was published in the multilingual
anthology of quatrain poems "HYPERPOEM", together with quatrain poems
by more than a thousand and six hundred poets from all over the world, from as
many as 90 countries and in 50 different languages. This is the first anthology
of its kind in the world and is expected to enter the Guinness Book of Records!
She is the recipient of many awards and thanks, especially in the field of
poetry. To this author it is also assigned seven literary awards "Musa
Ćazim Ćatić" for 2021, 2022 and 2023. Her short stories have been published
in numerous collections in the region, and her story "WHITE MERCEDES"
was published in the British magazine in June 2022, "Write Time
Anthology", among the top ten stories, winning second place! Azemina is
also the winner of a prestigious award: the Rabindranath Tagore International
Award for 2022, which is awarded to internationally recognized authors/poets
from all over the world in memory of the outstanding Indian poet, winner of the
Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913, Rabindranath Tagore. Only twelve authors/poets
received this award in 2022 outside India, and among them was this author, the
only one from the countries of the former Yugoslavia.
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