Poetry: Stoianka Boianova

Stoianka Boianova
“Poetry is the sister of sorrow.” - Marc Andre Henry

The earth - our apple of the eye to the Universe,
and the springs are her clear tears.
The ocean - salty and the waves - majestic.
Тhe rivers are life-giving, singing, irrigating.

The wings of the eagle elevate the heights.
A meadow with wild strawberries rises in the morning.
The bitterness ripens in the quinine bark.
The nightingale's song bends from perfection.

The Universal sorrow overwhelms the poets
to worlds touched in dreams,
where there isn't death, betrayal and disease.
And God creates harmony and love.


How well you speak
under the honeycomb on the moon!
Honey is dripping from your lips.
You attract me magnetically 
under swarms from stars.

And when I hug you,
as if I'm embracing 
We are transforming into a new being,
filled with the cosmic rhythm.


I didn’t tell the river about you,
it would share it with the forest and the sea.
I didn’t tell the wind about you –
it would blow the words into the space.
I didn’t tell the nightingale about you –
it would sing it in a song to the birds.
My heart was beating strongly.
So loud that the heart of the Earth heard it.
Earth began to turn more merrily,
the river noise became more playful,
the songs of the birds sounded more in love,
the wind was up lifting to the sky.
Until I find out what’s going on,
I felt your heart beating next to mine,
while I was returning to reality,
you hugged me.


when you were passing by me,
I could compare you to almost everything:
you were like a fast wind,
who brings the aroma of a lilac garden,
you were like a distant sun, 
like a high sky.

when you are with me,
I cannot compare your uniqueness with anything.
You are the only wind
that carries me through worlds and epochs.
You are my garden of paradise, here, on the Earth,
the living sun, that warmed my life and my essence.
You are the sky of my dreams and reality. 
Be blessed!


I learned to communicate mentally with the universe.
I don't write.
I don't speak.
Of mind I tell the flower how lovely it is,
of the dewdrop how perfect it is,
of the star how far it is,
but it's reflected in my essence.
I send signals to beings in space,
to loved ones in the afterlife,
to dad,
who lives behind the mountain peaks.
I talk mentally with the universe.
I wake up and tell you out loud:
"Good morning, beloved!
Let's sing our song for God's praise!"


Time changes the power of the sun, 
rips out the greenery of the planet, 
displaces the stars in the sky ...

Time crumbles the ancient towers, 
breaks the wings of the stone birds, 
takes away the hands of the marble statues ...

Time wants to destroy our love, 
to scatter our memories, 
our youth, our bodies, 

“ Poetry is the intellect colored by feelings.” - Alexander Wilson

The wind calls my old name -
looks for me in the vast field,
on the steep ridge of the high mountain,
on the waves of the gilded sea,
whispers in the fragrant cups of the flowers. The wind! 

My senses provoke the intellect - the time is different - 
I was reborn with a new pedigree.
The mountain and the sea do not know it -
they remember who I was.

Feelings color the world of perceptions 
and I hear how the wind cries  that it does not find me - 
and I'm sad that he's not looking for me.

Stoianka Boianova, Sofia, Bulgaria 
Master’s degree in Physics. Author of eleven books: poetry, novel, collection of short stories, published in Bulgaria. Co-author of a bilingual haiku book, published in India. Published in anthologies and editions: Japan, Philippines, India, China, Vietnam, Russia, Romania, Bulgaria, Republic Northern Macedonia, Serbia, Croatia, Poland, Germany, France, England, USA, Argentina, Nigeria, South Africa. She is in the European Top 100 of the most creative haiku authors. In the anthology of the world's best poets, 2019, Temirqazyq, Union of Writers of World Nations, included in “Songs of Peace” - World's Biggest Poetry Anthology, 2020, Atunis Galaxy Anthology - 2020, 2021 - anthology of contemporary world poetry, "The first, second and third anthology of world gogyoshi", in anthologies "World Haiku". With award from The First "World Newspaper Poetry TV Competition", 2020, China.

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