Tuesday, April 1, 2025

GEORGIANA-LAURA GHEORGHE

 



A Weird Dream 


I walk and walk on the empty streets,

Or so they seem to be, when obstacles

Like nets, fences and ogres are placed

In every path I choose to make my escape. 

After so many struggles, I managed 

To climb atop the tallest building 

With my bare hands despite the naysayers’

Snide remarks thrown at me like rocks. 

I close my eyes and cleared my mind,

And suddenly I feel light as a feather.

I open my eyes to see that I’m flying

Without the use of wings or a helicopter.

More and more nets were thrown at me,

As I flown my way towards the end of the dome,

But despite that one moment when I doubted 

That I will make it out alive,

I was literally guided by the light 

And before I knew it, 

I found myself out of that hellish place,

Flying above a floral meadow,

Admiring the azure sky that reminded me of the smooth sea

While being caressed by the sun’s warm hand. 

Something from inside me finally felt at ease, 

The sweet taste of freedom filling my heart with joy. 


I Have A Dream…


I have a dream, in which love conquers all,

We live in peace and harmony with nature

And there is a balance between the mind and the heart, 

Logic and creativity that we equally use 

To solve the mysteries of life, 

To see her beauty more clearly, 

Make the unseen to be seen, 

Make the impossible possible,

To have a better understanding of ourselves 

And the world we live in. 


I have a dream, in which we are caring,

We have time for everyone and everything

Letting our deeds do the talking.

Ethics is our Bible and respect is mutual, 

Every little achievement is a stimulus 

To keep moving forward to make our dream come true.


I have a dream, in which darkness is dispelled

By our inner light that shines brighter than the sun. 

We are free to spread our wings and fly,

Be ourselves and let ourselves shine,

Lies and deceptions are nonexistent,

Happiness fuels our inner peace

And each of lives a meaningful life

Leaving a cultural inheritance to the future generations.  



GEORGIANA-LAURA GHEORGHE


GEORGIANA-LAURA GHEORGHE - Brăila – România. Born in a country with a wonderful history, customs, traditions and culture, she’s a sensitive soul whom considers writing as a way to express her untold feelings and opinions. She’s a translator, but creative writing is one of the many hobbies she has. She has a Master’s Degree in Translation and Interpretation at “Dunărea de Jos” University of Galaţi (Romania) and a Bachelor’s Degree in the English Language and Literature – French Language and Literature – Philology at “Spiru Haret” University of Bucharest, Faculty of Letters – Bucharest (Romania). She competed in a few national literary projects such as the online poetic show „În Lumea Copilăriei”, Parfumul Clipei, May 2022 and international literary championships such as the fourth edition of the “Nicolae Dabija – Crucified Silence” International Poetry, Prose and Graphics Festival under the aegis of the Romanian Academy and the Apollon Cultural Society of Romania between May 1st and June 15th, 2024 etc. She won the European Writers Publishing House Special Prize during the “World Poetry Olympiad” International Literature Festival organized by Trandafir Sîmpetru, the World Poets Association and the European Writers Publishing House held in Sinaia, Romania on April 20th, 2024 etc. She published poetry in various national and international literary magazines and anthologies, and launched three bilingual poetry books: “Philosophical Poems” on December 23rd, 2022, “The Chest of Life” on 2021 which is the second edition of “What is life?” that was published on September 2019. She’s a member of ARTLIT - Asociația Română a Traducătorilor Literari from February 15th, 2022 and of the World Literature Academy that is under the aegis of the Romanian Cultural Centre in London from October 20th, 2020. Other than creative writing, she likes to listen to music mostly classical, instrumental and soundtracks, travel and navigate on the Internet.  


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