Past Poems: Poetry that will never come again

Four faces, one same visage. This book is made up of 4 of the author's old books, bringing together the best poetry chosen by the author in a super collection. The books are: The Wizard's Forest, The Noise That Cross The Concrete, Where My Sunflowers Look and The Cradle in Which the Stars Rest. Time does not erase words; it shapes them. Past Poems is more than a collection-it is a rescue. Four of the author's past books unite in this volume, forming a lyrical journey through identity, everyday life, love, and farewell. Here, the poet unveils himself without masks, crosses ordinary days with restless eyes, uncovers the awakening of love, and faces the silence of goodbyes. Each poem is a trace of something lived, felt, and translated into verse. For those who seek poetry that touches, unsettles, and lingers, Past Poems is a journey through what was but refuses to fade. Four books, four moments, four paths of the same journey. And yet, perhaps each page holds a fragment of the reader who holds it in their hands. "Time to time I gave time to time, and from time, less time has been made.But even though time has passed, there is still time.To time, it doesn't matter how much more time, it will still be time, Time that wasand time that will be.The more I give time to time, the more time it is, Less of me I was." "A Toast to Us, a Poem for You We'll spend the night, a toast to us, To this very moment we trust, We drink and we sing, amidst laughter and grins, And as I gaze upon you, in thoughts that run deep, I feel the warmth of your company keep, Even the drink cannot reach this peak, Far off where I now gently sink, Drunk on pure happiness, I think, Though the night will linger long and wide, No goblet can ever provide, The nectar of joy that I sip in this night." "Never Shall You Lack for Flowers Do you weep for petals falling in the Fall? My dear, Did sadness grip you when they withered, Did you frown when they dried, And now they fall, and tears are shed. Winter will come, then Spring anew, And our flower will bloom again, fresh and true, We'll nurture it, and you'll cherish, Perhaps never the same, but you'll relish, Until it feels routine. Worry not, don't shed a tear, Even if sweet are your tears, The world should be like you, my love, You're right here, but you'll grow, And life will mature you like this flower's petals. If all goes awry, there will come a day, When only a thousands of flowers will make you smile, Yet it will still feel small, For knowing what will befall, Your heart holds truth even if you resist, Knowledge will make you lose interest, And in this way of wrong, Nothing else seems worth being told. What will sadden you then, Is not knowing what happened, But that you will no longer weep for what befell. I wish, my love, That your heart always feels, That your eyes always shed tears, And so you'll also know, That every Spring for you, Shall be true."

• | Author: Nicolas Junker Romanello
• | Publisher: Independently Published
• | Publication Date: Mar 25, 2025
• | Number of Pages: 00122 pages
• | Binding: Paperback or Softback
• | ISBN-10: NA
• | ISBN-13: 9798315550426