Selection of Poems

by Mira Corbova

“Intuitive art speaks when words have no form or shape, yet my poetry, born from the depths of creation or just before, captures the essence of the work in lush hues—an eloquent extension of the visual, where language becomes another canvas of expression.” - Mira

SOS - A Call for Connection

An abstract painting SOS Call for connection by Mira Corbova with a vibrant blend of yellow, green, blue, gold and red hues, featuring swirling patterns and a dynamic composition. An abstract image of a bird, a dove flying over the ocean from a sunse

In search of peace in a shaken world,

I shouted— Piss off! — to all,

angry, frustrated, hopelessly lost,

in the silence of a disconnected world,

yet yearning to call.

I wept, not once, but endlessly,

for the lost souls,

for those who crossed my path and more,

scarred by traumas, wars with no cause.

I hear them—whispers in the wind,

a chorus of children calling my name

in the night, as I search for them,

struggling to save them all—

while those in power roar louder and louder,

forgetting how to walk their words.

Enough!

SOS!—a cry to the void, a whisper, a scream.

Should I be silent or shout?

Opinions hurt, right?

Dialogue—lost in a pointless fight.

Should I let silence speak louder than sound?

I long for the world to wake up, not to burn,

not to spiral in storms of war, greed, and doubt.

Ego—that wretched thing,

rancid, rising, tearing us apart.

Let it settle, let it fade in the night—

let Human rise with an open heart.

Less judging, more hugging, I shall say!

I pray for peace, I kneel so deep,

holding hope where shadows creep.

A fire within, unshaken, strong,

a longing for kindness that’s waited too long.

The list of fallen nations grows too long…

One falls, another seems to roll,

I drown in waves of love and pain.

Yet still, I dream, I reach, I fight—

For a world where souls are free, let’s unite!

So I paint—peace spills from my brush,

hoping to calm this stormy rush.

Let the dove of peace break from her cage,

let tremors shake the earth if need be!

Let her rise, let all be truly free—

No borders, no chains, no wars—

Be the real H-U-MAN—Happy, United.

Amen! (Man-Kind)

Symphony of Life

Abstract painting with swirling streaks of pink, red, yellow, white, and hints of purple,green and and blue with gold. Soul Symphony - oil painting by Mira Corbova, Wellness Whispers art collection, 2025.

Do you feel me now?

Burning bright, a golden flame,

dancing wild through the wind,

never fading, never tame?

The song of time, a whisper of golden thread,

soft as dusk, yet fierce as a storm’s embrace.

She runs, she stumbles, lifts her head,

a heart that bends but never breaks.

Through peaks of gold, through shadowed streams,

her footsteps hum a melody—

a rhythm born from fire-lit dreams,

a dance of light, untamed and free.

For every fall, the earth still sings,

For every dusk, a dawn takes flight—

a symphony on endless wings,

ascending stars, returning light.

Hue Reflections

Abstract colorful painting with dynamic brushstrokes in pink, orange, yellow, purple, and green hues. Like flying dolphins on a vibrant sky. Hue Reflection- oil painting by Mira Corbova, Wellness Whispers art collection, 2025.

No face, no name, yet life unfolds,

In flowing lines, in radiant golds.

Abstract, fleeting, but ever true—

A mirror to the soul, in every hue.

Each stroke a whisper, a story untold,

A dance of light, both fierce and bold.

Through luscious colours and striking shapes,
emotions ignite,

A timeless journey revealed in art’s pure light.

My canvas speaks what words conceal,

Layers of meaning only a few hearts feel.

In silence, it calls, it draws you near,

Unveiling truths, both distant and clear.

No borders confine its boundless embrace,

It reaches all hearts, every time, every place.

A language eternal, of love and pain,

An ode to the beauty that always remains.

Through strokes of abstract lines,
a magical world unfolds,

In radiant hues of bold red,
romantic fuchsia, and prosperous golds.

A vision, a feeling, alive and free—

Art’s eternal mirror reflects me.

Blissful Arrival

Abstract painting with a swirl of blue, white, and gold against a gradient background of orange red and gold. A bird with wings spread about to land with a globe like image at the backround. Blissful Arrival oil painting by Mira Corbova

The land of greenness whispered softly to her soul,

Lessons she never thought she’d seek, nor find whole.

Up hills and down, she wandered, rose, and fell,

Not once, but twice, or more—the journey’s tale to tell.

Perhaps a pact made beneath a shimmering arc,

Or life’s quiet gift, leaving wisdom’s mark.

To learn, to live, and embrace what never was before,

With each stumble, the soul grew evermore.

Joy gleamed through cracks along the familiar way,

A happiness many may fight, or simply let sway.

Was it a dream within a dream? Who could say?

In the power of “now,” her spirit danced in the light of day.

Then the time came when the path felt complete,

Wings spread wide, her soul found its steady beat.

Unshackled by themes, or pastel hues not her own,

She thanked the green shores, then sought lands unknown.

Another shore beckoned, warm and aglow,

Where orange hues in sunlit breezes flow.

To live, to learn, to teach, explore, and grow,

In a place familiar, yet new—wild birds’ songs echo.

Oh, the blissful arrival—the song of her heart,

In peace she began, playing a fresh part.

For now, for later—who knows what’s in store?

Let her journey unfold, vibrant colours splashing life once more.

Healing Glow

Let the healing power flow, let whispers of
prayer mend your body and soul,
let us be held and made whole.

Walk through the healing light, dear soul —
slow and aglow, wrapped in a scarf woven
from heavenly gold.

Violet hue dances with rose, as if dawn had
come to dress you in a wellness glow.

The healing scarf gently slides, embracing
a luminous whisper — a soft-spoken spell
that hums against your skin and soul.

You step out of shadow with silence in your
chest, and the ache — heavy and dark —
drifts away.

Pain slips into quiet and is gone, releasing
the body to rest and glow.

Then your body begins to remember its song,
and I see your smile rise from the peach of your
cheeks as you begin to glow.

Once dimmed, you are lit like a lantern in still air,
knowing that healing comes in sacred hues
of violet, rose, and gold.

The body mended, the soul softened, and the light
wrapped you in its healing glow.

Wellness does not rush — it softly flows,
wrapped in colour, and whispers:

You are the light. You are already aglow.

Solitude

Sometimes I ache for a prolonged spell

Of isolation and tranquillity, as time will tell,

A gentle departure from humanity’s demands,

Away from the noise of outside lands.

In a sea of disconnection, far from the noise,

And lies of the outside world,

Adrift, I long for solitude, a peaceful tide.

Once drawn to vibrant city reflection,

Now, a shift beckons, a deeper connection.

No more seeking external ties that bind,

But to connect within, to the essence of the mind.

In those sacred moments, isolation’s warm embrace,

A departure from humanity’s ceaseless chase.

Instances arise when I ache to be solely me,

A painter, a poet, an author, wild and free.

In the dance of healing herbs, my garden’s vibrant art,

Crafted from nature’s gifts, a creation from the heart.

No mystic, yet a psychic whisper lingers in the air,

Foretelling an evolution, a collective journey is rare.

As whispers linger, and futures declare,

The path unfolds, a collective journey we share.

Tranquillity

A tranquil mood called to her weary heart,

Lost in a world of endless chaos,

Where racing shadows drowned the soul.

Yet, she longed not for the crowd’s embrace,

But to reunite with a self untouched, unseen.

Soft greens of healing nature kissed her crimson essence,

Pale blue hues wove solace through longing,

While the iridescent golden light sang of stillness,

A life of gentle pauses and peaceful hues.

Is it stillness she seeks? Perhaps a fleeting moment,

Weightless, like a white feather adrift in dreams.

She floats in a calm, dreamlike space, where time slows,

The mind no longer wanders, and the soul finds rest.

Soul Connection

Abstract painting with swirls of yellow, red, blue, and white colors. A bird, a spirit and two lovers figurines walking towards the mountain, Soul Connection - oil painting by Mira Corbova, with a poem 2017.

In a vast sky, two souls in search did soar,
Like a phoenix rising from ashes, they'd reclaim,
To reunite, kindling two hearts' eternal flame.

Their love, a vibrant bird with wings unfurled,
Reuniting, forever bound, in this brave new world.

In lifetimes past, they yearned to reunite,
Two hearts, two spirits, dancing in the light,
Two souls now conjoined, their love taking flight.

Through trials and countless past lives, their love did grow,
Now, in this life, their connection brightly does glow.

Their loving hues infused the sky, a rainbow from above,
An eternal tapestry of love, a symphony of endless love,
A story of true love, sent through the heavens above.

Through every twist and turn, together they will roam,
Destined to unite, in a new place they'll call home once more.
Two souls joyfully connected; their eternal love shown.

Enchanted Horizon

A dream in hues of rose and gold

Guided me through nights untold.

Soft pinks embraced my seeking heart

And led me where new journeys start.

Sydney’s harbour, glowing bright

Laughter spilt into the colourful night.

Soulmates danced beneath a velvet sky

A vibrant pulse, a city’s grace

Each wave a soft, familiar embrace.

Yet far away, where desert meets the sky

Dubai’s towers still draw my eye.

A silhouette, so bold, so grand

Wanders through warm Arabian nights

Rich with spice and whispers on the sand.

A golden ship, majestic, bright

Sails boldly toward the morning light.

Its radiant frame, a guiding star

Carries dreams from near and far.

Between these worlds, my spirit glides

Drawn to both beneath their tides.

In every stroke, a tale unfolds

Of love, of dreams, of sunlit souls.

Grace

This is a moment, where deep gratitude fills her heart,

For gifts received and lessons learned in life’s art.

Gracefully holding Abundance's fountain in her hands,

And like a gentle ocean breeze, she swiftly moves.

Planting the seed of love in her garden of joy for all of us.

Just like a tiny seed, she patiently awaits the day,

To blossom in her splendour and dance in her way.

Sharing gifts and kisses, love and gratitude align,

She's love, she's joy, a sparkling soul divine.

Walking through the garden of beauty and joy,

Patiently awaiting the call to be welcomed home

Dance with Me

Dance with me, liberated soul, as we sway,

Through open doors, we'll dance to life's vibrant array.

I have fallen, yet I rise, my path aglow,

Guided by angels' grace, both day and night, I know.

Fear brushed aside once more, I leap with heart aglow,

Embracing joy's boundless path where dreams shall grow.

A rainbow's hues within me brightly blaze,

Through every door, I twirl in joy's endless maze.

Composer and singer of my life's sweet song,

I dance in varied forms, where spirits all belong.

Dancing through life in sparkling, endless play,

Explore my castle where unspeakable joy reigns every day