Poetry

[salserompls]

Algo por el vagbundo blanco:

El Llanto Mañanero


Es el llanto mañanero que se encuentra dentro de todo que se oye.
Como siempre se la lleva.
Como siempre se la lleva
hasta soltarle y dejarle caer en el valle de otro paisaje.

Suplicando refugio fuera de la bata nocherniega
que la adorna sin preguntas
para que ella se domine,
la dama ardiente sigue cada ola que la toca
como violín adormecido que de pronto se despierta.

La música trae tanto que la carne ha olvidado.
Un coro del volcán se queda como otro recuerdo.

Más allá de la cueva hago canto de las maravillas
de ella que me llama.
Coro que nadie escucha sino la única que me importa.

¿Cómo esmerarme cuando no se puden ver
las señales de su regreso
por los palos de hierro blanco que retienen el dolor infinito?

Davíd Rochelero

[IDeJesus]

Here's one of my own inspiration. feedback is welcome.

Amanezco envuelto en tu aroma,
una nube de suenos dulces que inhalo
envuelve mi cabeza,
y ahi estas tu
haciendome la vida simple,
auyentando pesadillas.

Transcurro el dia recordando
la mirada intensa de tus ojos de almibar,
esa mirada tuya que pregunta
si hay algo que no he compartido contigo,
como si tu ya no fueras toda mi hambre
y toda mi hambre no la llenaras tu.

Duermo en la paz de tu abrazo,
tu aliento acariciandome la piel,
susurrando secretos en mis oidos
que sordos a los ruidos de la noche
solo oyen tu voz hablando de amor
y prometiendome el cielo.

Duermo sin dormir
porque una eternidad de amor
nace en tu cuerpo.

IDJ

[Angelina1084]

I'm not spanish or anything but i take it in school. I love poetry and i write it a lot. i wrote a poem dedicated to my grandma.

She was the light of my life.
The guardian of my soul.
The distrubutor of my faith.
The touch of her hand made me feel so safe.
The light of her eyes filled up the room.
The sound of her voice was music to my ears.
When she would hold me i would never fear even when her dog came so near.
Now that she is gone i am left in despair .
No one can replace her. She was so dear.
I close my eyes and dream of her and wondering if she is happy in heaven.
Her face would appear her smile lighting up my day. Then i would know deep down inside my heart she is doing fair.

I know this has nothing to do with what ya'll are talking about but i felt i had to show this poem with someone. My grandma died when i was eight now i am fourteen. I will always remember her even in a dream.



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Angelina

[IDeJesus]

Angelina:

Thank you for sharing your poem with us. I liked it very much. It doesn't matter that you are not Spanish. It's actually cool that you're posting here anyway. It's funny, my father's mom died about 10 years ago. I was already an adult but i think about her everyday. Sometimes I miss her so much, I ache. My grandma was a very strong and hardworking woman, but she was also the sweetest most caring soul I've ever encountered. Don't ever let go of the memory of your granmother. She will always be a part of you. And keep writing poetry. You're pretty good at it.

Take care of yourself and others,

IDJ

[Laquita]

JUEGAS TODOS LOS DIAS...by Pablo Neruda.
Juegas todos los dias la luz del universo,
Sutil visitadora,llegas en la flor y en el agua,
Eres mas que esta blanca cabecita que aprieto
como un racimo entre mis manos cada dia.

Just a small part from my favorite poem by Pablo Neruda.
Love and Peace
Laquita
xo

[Liz35]

Hello everyone!!

Can anybody tell me who wrote this:

Pasaras por mi vida sin saber que pasaste..
pasaras en silencio por mi amor y al pasar
fingire una sonrisa como dulce contraste...
el dolor de quererte...y jamas lo sabras...


I know that the poem is longer but I can't remember but this verse...can anyone tell me the author and if possible the rest of the poem..

Thanks...

[IDeJesus]

Laquita:

Pablo Neruda is awesome. He is one of my favorites.

Liz35:

That poem was written by a Cuban Poet , Jose Angel Bueza. I'll post the full text for you a little later today when I have more than 2 minutes.

Take care,

IDJ