Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

I Needed To

Sober, no worries...safe..as much as anyonecould hope, perhaps control it..but insane...that isa most delightful ;no buttons, stop or start though..

© Herbert Nehrlich

I Must Tell You

Im Rhein, da schwimmt ein kleiner Fisch,der schwimmt so her und hin,am Morgen ist das Wasser frischdrum bleibt er laenger drin.Fast niemand ahnt dass..

© Herbert Nehrlich

I Must Go Now

Sleep does not come in silent nightswhile thoughts of my dear Fatherlandbuzz through my mind like moth-kissed lightsas if my tears could..

© Herbert Nehrlich

I Miss You All

I came to sort a couple thingsexpecting comfort as of right.There's family, my sacred bloodsurely they'll stand alongside me,together we shall fight..

© Herbert Nehrlich

I Know, I Know

Yes, I do care. Respecting what you sayhas become like second nature.Not that I would really need one.You are the expert in these mattersand I am..

© Herbert Nehrlich

I Know You'Re Listening

How does it feelto sit up therewithin the cloudsof your Valhallaand have to listento my ranting?If you feel helplessthen you knowthat tables have..

© Herbert Nehrlich

I Have Booked My Flight Mother

If God has given youthe precious chanceto thank your mother now,it's in advanceof that dark day when shewill close her eyes.And then you wipe your..

© Herbert Nehrlich

I Don'T Believe (By Rachel)

Oh yes, I once believed in God,Benevolence and oversight.And in his son Jesus the Christ;And found redemption there.The Bible told me all the..

© Herbert Nehrlich

I Do Remember

Solitary I play.A trickle of salivacaught insidethose stubbles.Who was itthat rang loudand clear, just oncethe doorbellof my house?The one whose..

© Herbert Nehrlich

I Call On You

I will, of course, be onewho listens to you, God.Let not my past be proofall to the contrary; it isa selfish wish, you knew,but I am human, God, I..

© Herbert Nehrlich

I Ban

So, what do you want my man?You're not my closest fan.To you, I'm an also ranlet me now reveal my plan:I ban, I ban and I ban,quite simply because I..

© Herbert Nehrlich

I Answer You

You have,since I first readyour facial linesyour hands,of liking birdsand more,made an impressionon my heart,you dented itwith gentle hands,perhaps..

© Herbert Nehrlich

I Am Your Piper

I can hear the children now,competing with the songsand lullabies of happiness,of friendly frigate birdswhile I, the one with fiery eyes,wait for the..

© Herbert Nehrlich

I Am Not An Alcoholic

But mother, I am always fineand yes, I did receive the wineyour package came on Monday nightthe gift was wonderful, just right.You asked re spirits..

© Herbert Nehrlich

I Am

...and when I give I give with wild abandon,no holds are barred, no watchers are considered.I lay my head down on the tracks for you my love,and if..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Hydrogen Bomb

On the fiery red horizon,closing down this wretched day,Captain Cedric now surmisingwho should be the one to staywhen the missiles started..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Hy Men

A tag of velvet, hidden well,awaits the day whentrepidation rumblesand shakesthe budding tree.Explorers always smilethe smile ofreassurance.As if to..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Hun's Time

A pedestal was hometo a small barof soap.The Codicilin Romehad to fall farfrom hope.It washedall other sins,at dawn's first sun.And,as the mother..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Hunger

Black as the darkest night,surrounded by a thousand dollar suit,and golden clasp on purple tiehe stopped his ship of foolsalong the road outside the..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Humming

My mother was a hummingbirdmy father a black crowhe wouldn't let her speak a wordthat's why I'm humming so.When father died in early Springwe buried..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Humility

Oh God, it is hard to be humble,I am Aryan and have all it takesand if most of your subjects just stumblethat would make them abominous fakes.Yes..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Humblepie

My uncle had an Angus bullwho liked to have his belly full.Inside his gut there was a rumblehe was polite, we called him Humble.One Sunday when I..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Humane

It's the heart that beatsits incessant tunewill it ever give inat the change of the moon?As our limbs succumbto a leaden fatigueand our minds obeyan..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Hugs Of Sweetness

The little boythat I revert to,on all my birthdayslooked outin vainfor one small signfrom her who wouldnot everlet me go.The boy had learned,of..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Huge Lips

We'd gone there to share,at La Ville des Lumièremany proper French kisses.But the first ones were misses,and because I was young,had an innocent..

© Herbert Nehrlich