Submissions by Adroaldo (Adroaldo Barbosa jr.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Just a poet and writer from Brazil... a poet.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jun 2016 6:06pm
28th Jun 2016 6:06pm
When
When is the right time
To make a decision
To bring the result expected
In the short time?
when sleep
I hope that my mind calm
The storm inside my heart
And slowly burning in my soul.
I'd love to say that renews me
Lie down and be able to rest
Without worrying about the fuck
The whole world is doing around.
According tired unsure
If even I slept or stayed awake
Or that period of time where
It is not known what the exact place.
When I get up I see a strange world
And I wonder if even belong
In this load of crap
That is...
To make a decision
To bring the result expected
In the short time?
when sleep
I hope that my mind calm
The storm inside my heart
And slowly burning in my soul.
I'd love to say that renews me
Lie down and be able to rest
Without worrying about the fuck
The whole world is doing around.
According tired unsure
If even I slept or stayed awake
Or that period of time where
It is not known what the exact place.
When I get up I see a strange world
And I wonder if even belong
In this load of crap
That is...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2016 1:12pm
8th Jun 2016 1:12pm
honest people
What drives these people
Honest and so simple
Still insists ,
He fears nothing and not get tired ?
His hands say so much
And his look brings so much history ,
Your smile is real
And your pain , reward.
Each step is so welcome
And the search is so intense
I hardly understand me ,
Almost I do not see me .
My heart can not see
People cry, people suffer.
I add the ground and the direction ,
I lose faith and to the right.
I lose step ,
I lose track,
I lose so much,
I lose everything.
I'm...
Honest and so simple
Still insists ,
He fears nothing and not get tired ?
His hands say so much
And his look brings so much history ,
Your smile is real
And your pain , reward.
Each step is so welcome
And the search is so intense
I hardly understand me ,
Almost I do not see me .
My heart can not see
People cry, people suffer.
I add the ground and the direction ,
I lose faith and to the right.
I lose step ,
I lose track,
I lose so much,
I lose everything.
I'm...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th May 2016 12:58pm
10th May 2016 12:58pm
THE YOUTH
Youth is weird,
Somewhat interesting.
An adult pop rock mix
With child soda pop.
Youth is Coca-Cola,
Marlboro, whiskey and energy,
The eternal monologue of life,
ID number, property tax and Netflix.
Youth is John Lennon,
Che, Fidel and Hendrix,
Contemporary history,
ancient and medieval history.
Youth is pants ripped jeans,
Popsicle, lollipop, painted face,
Chicle, coffee and french fries,
Point G, miniskirt and condoms.
Youth is the Dalai Lama,
Techno, rave and rasta,
Drugs, drops and guitar,...
Somewhat interesting.
An adult pop rock mix
With child soda pop.
Youth is Coca-Cola,
Marlboro, whiskey and energy,
The eternal monologue of life,
ID number, property tax and Netflix.
Youth is John Lennon,
Che, Fidel and Hendrix,
Contemporary history,
ancient and medieval history.
Youth is pants ripped jeans,
Popsicle, lollipop, painted face,
Chicle, coffee and french fries,
Point G, miniskirt and condoms.
Youth is the Dalai Lama,
Techno, rave and rasta,
Drugs, drops and guitar,...
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0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2016 4:26pm
28th Apr 2016 4:26pm
MY LAND OUR LAND
What is born of this land?
Nothing is born,
Nothing grows
In this desolate land.
I want to wake up the neighborhood
To hear my screams at dawn
But they do not hear anything,
Do not listen to anything that happens in the morning.
I play my music in the streets,
All my poetry and clichés
But they do not understand anything,
No one understands what happens at dawn.
I walk the streets looking windows,
Dirty children in their rotten rags
And I cry with those who are hungry,
I do not know who cry or love…
I embrace the poor in...
Nothing is born,
Nothing grows
In this desolate land.
I want to wake up the neighborhood
To hear my screams at dawn
But they do not hear anything,
Do not listen to anything that happens in the morning.
I play my music in the streets,
All my poetry and clichés
But they do not understand anything,
No one understands what happens at dawn.
I walk the streets looking windows,
Dirty children in their rotten rags
And I cry with those who are hungry,
I do not know who cry or love…
I embrace the poor in...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Apr 2016 3:39pm
18th Apr 2016 3:39pm
Written!
In both write ,
trying to describe ,
writing trying to describe the attempt...
is written !
trying to describe ,
writing trying to describe the attempt...
is written !
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Apr 2016 3:38pm
18th Apr 2016 3:38pm
The end of the road
Everything is heading to the big end
and what is left for you and me
It is only the ashes of a distant past
remains of a forest that we idealize
in our most heartfelt dreams
and more honest desires.
That our purpose
be sincere and honest
as were our dreams.
This is the end,
The end that embrace us
is the end of the road.
I hope
you remember
the green dreams...
and what is left for you and me
It is only the ashes of a distant past
remains of a forest that we idealize
in our most heartfelt dreams
and more honest desires.
That our purpose
be sincere and honest
as were our dreams.
This is the end,
The end that embrace us
is the end of the road.
I hope
you remember
the green dreams...
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1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Apr 2016 4:45pm
11th Apr 2016 4:45pm
LETTER TO A DISTANT BROTHER
My brother,
my dear brother,
good Morning!
The dawn
show in your face
and shine in your life!
His days
are rich
of joy.
My love
and baby
Brother,
We are alive!
I have to tell you:
we are alive!
You
are not
alone!
You're
in my heart
and in my soul.
You're
Inside of me
and in the reflection of water.
You are a part of me
and I'm part
from you!
We are one
among
all others.
We do not
we are
alone.
That day
witness
our birth!
The dawn
realizes...
my dear brother,
good Morning!
The dawn
show in your face
and shine in your life!
His days
are rich
of joy.
My love
and baby
Brother,
We are alive!
I have to tell you:
we are alive!
You
are not
alone!
You're
in my heart
and in my soul.
You're
Inside of me
and in the reflection of water.
You are a part of me
and I'm part
from you!
We are one
among
all others.
We do not
we are
alone.
That day
witness
our birth!
The dawn
realizes...
939 reads
9 Comments
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