Every time a group of students start studying Romantic poetry it is a great emotion, on the one side they have little knowledge about poetry in general, on the other hand they do not realize how cool poerty can be until they get to write some lines of their own.
So I would like to celebrate their ability and willingness by publishing here their poems. We tried to get our own inspiration by the environment, as the Romantic poets used to do, but as we are surrounded by urban landscapes, that was our starting point.
Here they are, enjoy the reading!
I am on the bus, falling asleep.
It’s moving and it seems like when your mother cradles you before go to bed.
There is too much people; I’m sitting on an unconfortable and cold chair. My back is broken.
The sun is setting and the dark is coming,
houses create shadows on the blacktop,
people are coming home
like ants come to their anthill.
From the highest point of the castle
I can see all of this: people, houses, buildings and cities.
A feeling of freedom pulsates in my veins.
If only I could be free everytime I want.
If only I could see the world from the top everytime I want.
If only I could fly.
Nobody is walking in this street,
4 AM on my watch.
I can feel the rubbish bus next to me
saying <<That’s not the right way.>>
Looking at the stars
Waiting for the bus
Looking at the street
Thinking about the person that i have meet
Walk in all the city and thinking that you are only a person in a big world.
Angels falling from balconies
in a city that laughs to their felonies.
They can’t get rid of their memories,
They can’t get rid of their agony.
Gabriele Mussio Bloisi
Car’s speed is like life’s fugacity.
Live your life, live everything moment, love your life.
Don’t be afraid of speed, because is the only thing makes us feel alive.
There is nothing prettier than
a city in a winter night
with its empty street
and its dark sky with its bright windows.
My city is messy and chaotic
Here I feel like a stranger
But her movement is so hypnotic
My sense seems to be in danger
Cars flash fast and lights are blinding
My feelings are deep but nobody cares
To find the reason my life I’m rewinding
And I’ve realized I’ve lost all my dares.
I see lights
In this late-night,
Like stars in the sky.
From the top of this building
All the city shine.
The city by night
A million lights fill the sky
Filling the Emptiness
As a lonely star in the sky
I stand near the bus stop,
And then they came.
Thoughts about the past, Thoughts about the future
Confusing as the fog
Which makes the city even more anonymous
Even more grey than before.
The bus arrives
And suddenly I’m no longer alone,
So many stars like me
Someone brighter, someone darker,
Most of us are blind
Blind by the fog
Which makes us more anonymous
Even more grey than before
Just a second of reflection in the dark city’
I look at the road, the first thing I focuse on
are cars, because their noise wants to take
my attention off my reflection.
I would like silence around me.
Then, in the few moments in which there aren’t
cars in the street, I realize that without their
engine’s sound I feel alone, and after all,
I like that sound. Because it means life,
life of people who could be me.
It’s beautiful to look in front of me, seeing
houses’ windows and understand that I’m not
alone. There are a lot of other people who live
right in front of me. I can guess how they are
and what they do.
But I will never be them. I’m my soul. I can’t
get out from myself. In the soul everyone has
In the city there’s confusion, there are lights,
symbol of life and energy, busy lives.
But everyone should have a minute to dedicate
to oneself, everyone should stop and reflect.
About anything. Anything that could deter our soul.
Observing from the outside how our life is,
as we were spectators of a film in which we are
In the graveyard I see the dawn,
Every morning I see a graveyard
And every morning I feel the pain.In every tear I have spent
Many leaves have fallen,
But as God knows
The dead will not return.
And so I reach the stone
The stone who owns the name
Of the people I have loved.
The death took their lives
Like a man who took a flower,
and blow all the petals, in the empty arms of a superior lover.
I see the city from my window
I see the lights
I see the threes in front of me
lightened from the stars, are like a Christmas three
I feel like the master of this city
Behind some famous hights.
They look like paintings in the dark.
When I see them, I think about Christmas that is coming.
This artistic lights every year remind me of past Christmas when I was a kid.
The lights are beautiful.
Shadows in darksome.
Eyes look it, they reflected these lights.
Immerse the soul in this show.