#poema

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  • dair2802 1w

    Papel

    He estado cayendo sin parar
    Desde la cordillera del olvido donde solía estar
    Mi mente sigue dando vueltas
    Mis noches ya no son tan eternas
    Tal ves es por el olvido de mis lamentos
    Ya no siento lujuria , tristeza o coraje
    Perdí la empatia que por mi sentía
    Mi cuerpo duele al caminar
    La caída de la cordillera lo tomó literal
    Tengo miedo
    He estado haciendo muchas cosas más
    He perdido mi ropa
    Estoy desnudo a lo que me pudiera pasar
    Solo soy papel sin una tinta la cual rayar
    He roto la poca cordura que sentía
    La empatia se desplomó con tan solo la brisa
    He perdido el sentido de amar
    La soledad ya no me asusta
    Estoy dejando de ser una persona poco a poco
    Estoy muy cerca de ser tan solo polvo celestial
    ©dair2802

  • thehealer10 2w

    "You save yourself or you remain unsaved."
    - Alice Sebold




    "Now, should we treat women as independent agents, responsible for themselves? Of course. But being responsible has nothing to do with being raped. Women don’t get raped because they were drinking or took drugs. Women do not get raped because they weren’t careful enough. Women get raped because someone raped them. "

    - Jessica Valenti






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    Total violation (I)

    Roxy running all through my body
    Asleep in the lobby, they were all on my body
    Couldn't tell no body, nothing to say
    I didn't enjoy it, so I'm gay

    Straight edge is what they would call me
    First time off vodka and weed, down to the knees
    Absent permission to proceed, did you succeed
    Would the result remain the same, with sobriety

    ©thehealer10

  • empyreanpoetry 10w

    Flying back to you

    Forgive my absence -
    You are the moon goddess to see and gaze.
    Evening cometh West,
    where the sun sets in a saffron blaze
    Your colours be the song I sing before I fall asleep,
    And for you the silver stars have began to peep.
    Beloved, Bookmark in place, I bid Adieu
    With these last three words, I love you.

    ©empyreanpoetry

  • demiurgo_ec 11w

    Ella

    Ella es una mujer de sí misma segura,
    su finura compacta con su hermosura;
    Ella es libre corriendo junto al viento,
    y si camina lo hace con un flow violento.


    ©Emanuel Isaías
    @demiurgo_ec

  • hadacolonial 13w

    #poem #afterlove #poema #añosatrás

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    Quizás

    Quizás esta noche la luz de las estrellas perturbe mis sueños,
    Mas no porque su brillo lastime mis ojos, sino porque me recuerda los tuyos.

    Quizás esta noche la amargura toque a mi puerta,
    Mas no porque esté triste, sino porque me recuerda lo que te llevaste al despedirte;

    Mis ojos se cierran al compás de la puerta por la que saliste,
    ¿volverán a abrirse?
    Talvez esperarán por tu llegada,
    mas quizás cuando vuelvas ya no tenga fuerzas para abrirlos.

    Mi mundo se viene abajo, y con él van mis sueños;
    Aquellos que soñamos juntos en una noche igual a esta, pero menos triste.
    ¿Podré perdonarte?

    Quizás esperaré a que te arrepientas, más talvez si lo haces, ya no tendré valor para quererte.

    Quizás llegues con la mañana en una nube de brisa, en un carruaje de agua, y quizás cuando llegues sea demasiado tarde para los dos.

    Quizás esta noche la luz de las estrellas perturbe mi sueño,
    Mas no porque su brillo lastime mis ojos, sino porque en la soledad del silencio,
    quizás ya te olvidé...

    ©hadacolonial

  • xxanonimo 19w

    Futuro

    Olha só, estou de novo aqui, a solidão, deitada olhando para o céu pensando no futuro, futuro esse que nem sei se quero ter.
    ©xxanonimo

  • alhetsev 22w

    Mañana

    Me adornaste a tú conveniencia y me susurraste palabras que hoy cobran menor sentido que nunca.

    Ahora te estoy llorando por exceso de costumbre, mañana ya te me habrás pasado, como tantas otras cosas que se van y no regresan y que nunca debieron intentar quedarse.
    ©alhetsev

  • maricrismeza 23w

    The silence

    I can hear, even behind the silence
    I can break the voices without sound
    to decipher, to understand....
    no time and no distance
    without barriers, without borders.
    With love and feelings

    I can hear you
    I can understand you
    without words
    without sounds

    As an autistic woman away from the world
    As a woman buried among feelings
    I am learning and understanding

    At the end of the passion
    the peace is sought
    And
    the peace is found
    Just loving

    It's with love that I understand
    the silence
    By. Maricris Meza
    © MaricrisMeza
    ©maricrismeza

  • isalittlebroken 25w

    #poemes #poemsoftheday #poemsporn #poemaday #poemasdeamor #poemoftheday #instapoem #poems #poemsporn_ #poemsofinstagram #poemsociety #igpoems #micropoem #poemadeamor #tagify_app #poemasenespañol #poemcommunity #poemsaboutlove #lifestorys #nochedepoemas #poeme #poemlover #poemxheaven #poema #poemofig #poemasbrasileiros #poemese #umkomaas #poemlove

    Summers spent by the side of the pool,
    sometimes algae green
    sometimes crystal blue
    It's pretty hot and humid here,
    so we swim in winters too.
    A view over the river,
    some spend millions in search of what I take for granted.
    Pulp mill hidden by lush green hills.
    Have I ever been happy?
    I started writing poetry before I could spell pen.
    I don't why I did it,
    or why I still do?
    This world is a game of poker,
    they never show their hands...
    even after they win the pot,
    the game is never done.
    Getting fat off lies.
    This town is dying!
    Dirty bars
    Filthy streets
    Tourists only see what we want shown.
    So many people suddenly find God...
    that's not the answer I am in search of.

    I tell you this, I will never pay my overdue television license to greedy governcunts.

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    A town down south

    Summers spent by the side of the pool,
    sometimes algae green
    sometimes crystal blue
    It's pretty hot and humid here,
    so we swim in winters too.
    A view over the river,
    some spend millions in search of what I take for granted.
    Pulp mill hidden by lush green hills.
    Have I ever been happy?
    I started writing poetry before I could spell pen.
    I don't know why I did it,
    or why I still do.
    This world is a game of poker,
    they never show their hands...
    even after they win the pot,
    the game is never done.
    Getting fat off lies.
    This town is dying!
    Dirty bars
    Filthy streets
    Tourists only see what we want shown.
    So many people suddenly find God...
    that's not the answer I am in search of.

    I tell you this, I will never pay my overdue television license to greedy governcunts.

    ©isalittlebroken

  • lyzgarden 26w

    Ilusão de óptica

    Eu tenho sonhos tão vívidos quanto a vida real
    Preciso de alguém que me mostre a realidade
    Procuro alguém que veja meus devaneios também

    ©lyzgarden

  • evelovestar 27w

    More poetry for my beloved Cuba that suffers.
    Poem talks about faith as the most powerful weapon since it can't be taken away.

    #patriayvida
    #Cuba #Español #poema #poesía #poeta

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    La fé en mi alma no se apaga

    La fé, arma poderosa
    Que nadie me quitará!
    Pués el tirano, tiñosa,
    Contra el cuerpo atacará,
    Y lavará mi cerebro
    Y mi mente sufrirá.
    Más lo que siento adentro
    De mi alma, con valor
    Ni el fulano mas tirano
    Con su envidia y su rencor
    Me arrancará de mi alma
    Mi fé, mi Luz, y mi amor.

    ©PaperdollEve

  • shikhar23 34w

    "cuya alegría"

    Se necesita una prevaricación para vivir,
    la muerte llega por sí sola.

    No toques ese instrumento para mí hoy,
    En mi callejón hay toque de queda para la felicidad.

    Hoy no hay enemigo, no hay argumento entonces porque este acto de guerra,
    hoy ni siquiera hay una guerra, pero ¿por qué estoy perdiendo?

    Que buscas hoy, hoy no soy ni viajero,
    Ya he cruzado el desierto por un páramo.

    La consecuencia de cada herida es el aumento del dolor,
    la consecuencia de la vida es simplemente el encuentro con la muerte.

    Para quien felicidad escribo estos versos
    Cuando llega la verdadera felicidad, todos desaparecen de todos modos.

    @Doomkj

  • whytequeen 35w

    Dear Tommorow

    I hope I get to see your sunrise and smell the innocence of birds who are still not scared of flying in the open sky. Today, Aunty Jane lost her love in war and the laughters of yesterday have become a today ragged with sombre.

    She crumples on Mama's wooden floor like a spread of dead flowers. Saggy skin have come upon her in the day of her vibrance like the shrieks of the night.

    Memories relay me to the moments forevers were sworn. She, like the bride of whiteness and he, like the groom of darkness. Both smiling at the now they shared and the vows to be said.

    But none ever sent you an invitation, they had hoped you'd invite yourself, strengthening the bond they shared everyday you replicated yourself by the death of today.

    Were you so angry that they forgot you? That everyone forgets you as soon as you're born in today - today receiving all the attention.

    But they did look to you, counting up to the days their undying love would herald the scream of a bundle forged in purity and love.

    You got too jealous, dear tommorow. You had the stage set for the drums of the damaged and she whirls to your eclectic strings, writhing in wishes unfulfilled and promises unsaid.

    You hid well in the jags of piercing screams, foetid blood, punctured heads, splintered spines, severed bones and skewered intestines where you embezzled a life intertwined with another.

    You could have permitted her to share the tidings of the form emerging within her; a life to be birthed within your glorious rays.

    Dear tommorow, your snuffed the candles of her joy and you plunged her into a dark world - a world where she would remain stuck in today reliving the pain over and over again.

    I still ramble with unbroken tether to the yoke of numberless moonlights ago. The twilight that yesterday brought to my life when Father found wings and went on a flight of evermore.

    Dear tomorrow, I may not know what's written in your dairy for me or Aunty Jane but I hope faith finds us leaning in helplessness.

    In our nothingness and surreal end, teach us to count the days in restitution - to do all that's to be done, say all there is to say and love what exists to be loved.

    And when you cook your stories in the pot of time, add the condiments of beautiful memories to be tasted and the salt of satisfaction. Add chunks of laughters, bits of smiles, slices of peace and extra layers of love.

    To:

    The tomorrow that hatches in today.
    Uncertainty Lane

    ©whytequeen

  • maricrismeza 35w

    Mi amor

    Solo por traición

    enterraba en mi

    la daga más honda

    en mi corazon


    La enterré yo misma

    para no sentir

    Y para olvidar


    Así lentamente

    iba perforando

    iba apuñalado

    cada sentimiento

    dentro de mi alma


    Quedando inconsciente

    lograba borrarte

    de mis pensamientos


    Se murió el amor

    lo enterré por paz

    Por sobrevivir

    sin nungun apego


    Eres el mejor

    para traicionar

    y para mentir


    Tu nombre es...

    Cobarde


    Se murió en mi

    el amor por ti

    Por. Maricris Meza

    25 de Mayo, 2021

    © MaricrisMeza


    ©maricrismeza

  • devilfish 36w

    The Act

    I refuse to let myself become
    So aware of the day
    Where I lay in a loop as time will ensue
    I feel it lapse like geometric
    Sensations from my waters
    A solution composed of facts
    I prefer my tongue to remain flat
    So that my understanding stays intact

    This cocktail is my intuition
    Like my coffee
    I drink it black
    I like my feelings
    Black
    Wearing it about comfortable softly
    Like a fur hat
    Inverted my vertebrae retract
    Pupils constricted
    Two individual dots
    That refract the light
    Even when it's at my back
    Mixing myself with shattered glass
    I trip over silly strings of the past
    As people by me see me they pose as
    My family peering down swinging legs on trees bristling leaves eerily shifting
    Feeling me splitting at my skull
    Looking back at the dark shifting
    There breath is wheezing uncomfortable
    Hungry sick and disease shaking muttering
    In the trees like wilted wilted leaves
    Begging to be taken by the breeze
    Or let us fall to our knees and cry out painfully
    I want war
    You will hear me chanting
    You will hear the maternal rage of a siren's shriek
    Words are water and
    I can see it rushing face flushing
    Feel the water and it's power
    As it's crushing you to be honest
    You're bluffing you're filling you're stuffing
    Lies into my experience
    Now you must die
    As you lie
    By my experience
    My empathy will devour you life
    And savor the pain
    What I gave to you was exactly what I needed to do just the same
    Before you point your finger let the reason not retrain it's name from conversation
    From your game
    Choke on your blame and all of these weeds
    You throw they hold no weight
    My willpower knows nothing of ego
    It devotes it's entire force
    To my scope focused
    In the meaning that I make
    Because everytime I have to kill
    I always aim
    You won't abuse me this way
    You won't slowly devour my sight
    You won't tell me I have it the wrong way
    Because all this dirty water will not drain
    You're reduced to the speckled primate
    You're at the mercy of the torrential rain
    The merciless pain
    Of your own bed
    Mine has stains to tend to
    I don't need to stroke your ego
    Or your lack of purpose to bend to
    Water will not blend with you
    You had everything to loose
    This is the only thing I've ever had
    And it's not supposed to confuse
    Infuse itself as I lose myself in grey matter
    Brain
    Thinking as I am forced into myself
    Burned by the heat of our exchange
    I am burdened by the way I have to
    Explain and translate my soul to you
    You can't see me
    You can't hear me
    You're not good for anything
    You'll be nothing more than the vermin
    Animals in a petri dish
    You're empty
    No space to create
    No thoughts to relate
    No heartbeat to feel
    No recognizable face
    It's mangled with danger
    It's alarmingly stranged
    The sound of your name makes my hair stand
    Clawing
    Scratching
    China plates
    Falling just to shatter and break
    At the mention of your name
    You're a predator
    You're narcissistic rage can die with you
    I'm enraged by your rage and I will fill up
    Every line
    Of every page
    So that way you can feel the truth
    Cushioned by language
    So that maybe I can conjure
    And empower our voices so that way
    Then can roar louder
    And we can make ways with the natural
    Order
    And change the status of falling prey
    To monsters masked as love
    Concealing hate
    Toxic waste
    I can almost taste their pain
    As I write this walking sidewalks until they break under my feet
    A lady runs to me her eyes pleaded
    Asking a thousand questions in one lightning glance that ached for a familiar face
    She ran back scammering eyes reflecting my surprise stammering and falling onto the sidewalk as she lays shaken and afraid
    Reminded of the hope now withered by the light of day
    She huddles into herself
    She was so beautiful
    A haunting symphonic musical
    Pain aching for the space to create
    Joy, love, and change the way we relate
    To our experiences and we can change
    Meet halfway
    Or never meet
    You know the way
    If I am meant to see you
    I will tell you the same thing a lady told me today
    Her eyes healed my heart
    Shielding me from harms way
    She told me I'm the most beautiful person she's ever seen
    And she asked me if I knew that
    as I can see it was real I smiled and I looked at the eyes of a mother who knew that life needs love and hope to flower
    She's the embodiment of the moon
    Ability
    To learn
    And create life as protection glistens in her kind eyes my heart listens and it recognizes the sound of her name as I melted away
    An exchange that rearranged my concept of what was real
    It's all subject to change
    Reach within range
    Simplify
    Sustain
    Envision
    Engrain
    Your name but not in vain let your heart speak it's name grow it's strength
    And claim it's rights to its own place
    Never bending to the flat plane
    Of a fleshy face



    Bitter burning ashes of hate
    The futility of their name with no face
    No time no apex or prime at the detrimental
    State that dampens me to explain in every words they strain my life force
    Waxes
    And it wanes
    I can almost hear their bodies contort
    As they try to explain what eyes cannot see
    Without a special lens
    So that way they cannot be stained
    By any force as long as I am living
    Pulsing like hearts envisioned
    They remain intact in my vision
    Bleed into canvas
    Filling empty space
    With indecision
    Hungry like the dark
    Night of my life
    I contemplate the celestial embodiment
    The starlight has depth
    And my comforting nest
    This is my experience
    Gifted to me in ribbons
    In a cardboard box
    Soggy and sullenly silent
    With a vibrant glitzy ribbon
    A phoenix heart lays to be risen
    A cataclysm of several different visions
    Colliding in between my thoughts
    And bleeding through sweet crimson
    ©devilfish

  • devilfish 36w

    5 In The Afternoon

    I'm going all in
    To get these words down
    I'm devoted like the Fall wind
    I'm going down just to come back up
    I will keep my head up
    I don't need a crown
    To be allowed one smile
    As equally as a thousand frowns
    But the light kissing my skin
    Warning my eyes
    I take it all in
    These eyes
    Were meant to tell of what I feel inside
    And hope for my forest fire to catch
    Fire
    Sitting in a shadowy corner
    I await it's light
    I'm not leaving until
    It swallows my swelling tide
    Of a fight
    And fear is swallowed as the wills of my tide
    Rise
    ©devilfish

  • maricrismeza 38w

    Exaltas mi corazón

    Haremos el amor una vez más

    Seremos uno una vez más

    Haremos el amor

    a las 2 o 3 o 4 a.m.


    Antes del amanecer

    antes de que los pájaros

    empiecen a cantar

    antes de la hora 

    de empezara la vida


    El amor se hace con amor

    Mis labios correrán

    deslizándose por tu espalda

    como una suave gota

    de aceite por tu piel


    Te darás la vuelta

    tus manos como un artista

    daran forma a mi cuerpo


    Tus labios bailarán

    alrededor de mi cuello


    Tus labios se precipitarán

    hacia mi pecho

    deslizándose hacia abajo,

    hacia abajo

    y hacia abajo ...


    Entre mis piernas


    Mis piernas serán como fuego

    Y tendré sed dentro

    de mi cuerpo

    apagarás mi sed

    con tu cuerpo mojado

    con la fuente de agua

    que viene dentro de ti


    Calmas mi ardor

    con amor y ternura


    Seré satisfacción

    para los ríos de amor

    dentro de ti

    Te daré paz


    Nuestros gritos son solo amor

    Nuestra pasión solo trae alegría


    Cuando hacemos el amor

    Hacemos la felicidad

    Obtenemos la paz


    Estamos juntos

    Somos los mejores amantes

    Somos los mejores

    haciendo el amor


    Gracias

    solo tú...

    Exaltas mi corazon

    Por. Maricris Meza

    May 7, 2021

    © MaricrisMeza
    ©maricrismeza

  • maricrismeza 38w

    You exalt my heart

    We will make love again
    We will be one again
    We will make love
    at 2 or 3 or 4 a.m.

    Before sunrise
    before the birds start singing
    before the time to start life

    Love is made with love

    My lips will run sliding
    down your back
    like a soft drop of oil
    on your skin

    You will turn around
    your hands like artist
    shaping my body

    Your lips will dance
    around my neck

    Your lips will rush to my chest
    sliding down, down and down ...

    Between my legs

    My legs will be like fire

    And I'll be thirsty
    inside my body
    you quench my thirst
    with your wet body
    with the source of water
    that comes from you

    You calm my burning
    with love and tenderness

    I satisfy the rivers of love
    inside of you
    I give you peace

    Our screams are only love
    Our passion only brings joy

    When we make love
    We make happiness
    We get the peace

    We are together
    We are the best lovers
    We are the best making love

    Thank you
    You exalt my heart
    By. Maricris Meza
    May 7, 2021
    © MaricrisMeza
    ©maricrismeza

  • devilfish 36w

    One

    One drop of rain
    To kiss my satin skin and
    The drink will embody my lack of shame
    My track of sin
    Ambrosial nectar
    Drinking until my head spins
    Think and grow while the street light
    Dims
    Black shoes
    Black shirt
    My phone never rings
    They're lying
    I'm the king
    All this him and what he said doesn't
    Ring a bell to me
    All the hate is dead
    There's a hell in their memory forgotten
    Worn out clichés like
    Comme des garçons
    Je suis compliqué
    Ma voix a résonne
    Tu m'as coupé
    J'avais pas terminé
    Je suis né à ce pays
    Les États-Unis
    I'm free
    I feel the melody of liberty
    Make waves on the sidewalk when I step
    Each challenge met with the intent
    To be ready for anything
    I must be making sense
    If I'm laying out the quintessence
    Of flesh with fight left
    I'm fine with being tested
    As long as the fruits of my labor
    Equates to the struggle and tips things in my favor
    Time invested so I immerse myself in learning
    Humility has taken it's course
    Now I'm collecting my earnings
    Dropping burdens
    It's a new era in which I find myself emerging
    Serpentine I move to the metronome
    My home I synchronize my third eye
    As my intuition heightened
    Insight is shedding rays that lighten
    I use my other two eyes to look
    But its a look that's not inviting
    I can't help I will not succumb to the enticement
    Of complacency
    Or inferior hesitancy
    I move with purpose
    Can't lose what they thought they could take me
    My ignorance reared it's head spiteful
    To bite me
    I questioned myself
    In turn they saw a wound and they used to
    Gaslight me
    Now if my phone ever rings
    My voicemail is full
    It will always be
    I'll never destroy what qualities
    I have
    I won't step down to the ground
    I won't let you walk on me
    Talk down to me
    I hate pity and I'm offended that one would think I would change me
    So when pity is flung at me
    It stings to me
    A rage fueled symphony
    Increasing in it's urgency
    Fervently
    I'm done with the excess hate
    The fake phoney illegitimate
    Pleasantries
    They're transparent

    Rearrange me
    Dress for someone else who isn't me
    I saved my love for Anthony
    The rest of you
    Need to stop lurking you can't affect me
    Can't
    Not with my heart I healed it myself
    I felt it's help it's balance it's wealth

    I didn't need a crown then back down from the ground
    I didn't then I don't
    No need to catch my breath I make a mess
    Constantly fusing with chaos in it's depth
    Emerges confusion contrast will shatter illusion as it calms Emerges the solution
    ©devilfish

  • chozenpoet 190w

    Complex story

    My story is so complex, I put dead souls to rest, I make simple minds collapse with stress to their chest, I write for a purpose but I don't know what that purpose is ,yet I can't seem to focus, so I abused my mind with this, why is life pressure ,why ask why if I don't know, why ask all these questions, when the answers will never know
    ©chozenpoet