Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
SELF POEM
Published
Today 11:36am
Today 11:36am
Putting a circus
Under canvas sky stretched tight
you walk the ghosts
you hum the prayers
you wait you wait the fall won't come
the sawdust whispers golden secrets.
Laughter curls then snaps like wire
sorrow grins and grins again you dance
you swallow fire and dust and time
the spotlight burns the hymn
is quiet but the roar it swallows you
it breathes you it sings you
you are the circus
you are the echo and still
and still you pray...
But now the wind howls
tearing at the seams
the tent shudders shadows...
you walk the ghosts
you hum the prayers
you wait you wait the fall won't come
the sawdust whispers golden secrets.
Laughter curls then snaps like wire
sorrow grins and grins again you dance
you swallow fire and dust and time
the spotlight burns the hymn
is quiet but the roar it swallows you
it breathes you it sings you
you are the circus
you are the echo and still
and still you pray...
But now the wind howls
tearing at the seams
the tent shudders shadows...
#mirror
21 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
Today 10:52am
Today 10:52am
The day before tomorrow
After now, nothing will ever rise first,
nothing will ever step forward
before the weight of waiting.
The morning folds into itself,
time stretches thin.
A thread pulled tight between dusk
and the whisper of a new sun.
Washed in echoes of yesterday,
the day hesitates,
clocks blink in quiet rebellion,
hands circling but never arriving.
What is the first thing
when first has lost its meaning?
What is tomorrow
when today never quite lets go?
After now, the hours do not queue in order, ...
nothing will ever step forward
before the weight of waiting.
The morning folds into itself,
time stretches thin.
A thread pulled tight between dusk
and the whisper of a new sun.
Washed in echoes of yesterday,
the day hesitates,
clocks blink in quiet rebellion,
hands circling but never arriving.
What is the first thing
when first has lost its meaning?
What is tomorrow
when today never quite lets go?
After now, the hours do not queue in order, ...
#mirror
17 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
Yesterday 10:31pm
Yesterday 10:31pm
A poem in bed
The sheets fold like paper,
soft against skin, heavy with dreams.
A book rests in open palms,
its spine breathing in the hush of midnight.
Words spill like ink across the quiet,
syllables curling into candlelight,
each line a bridge between waking
and the endless drift into thought.
The best poem waits in whispers,
threading itself through fingertips,
drawing the mind deeper
into the lull of imagined echoes.
The letters pulse, alive in their rhythm,
the room shrinking to...
soft against skin, heavy with dreams.
A book rests in open palms,
its spine breathing in the hush of midnight.
Words spill like ink across the quiet,
syllables curling into candlelight,
each line a bridge between waking
and the endless drift into thought.
The best poem waits in whispers,
threading itself through fingertips,
drawing the mind deeper
into the lull of imagined echoes.
The letters pulse, alive in their rhythm,
the room shrinking to...
#confessional
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#myself
#WritingPoetry
40 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2025 10:53pm
14th Apr 2025 10:53pm
Petals and Stars
Under the void stars crumble to dust,
hands tremble as petals tear softly,
the air hums with the weight of endings.
One by one, petals fall like faint whispers.
Counting stars that flicker on borrowed time.
The heavens bleed with quiet inevitability.
Breath tightens as skies fracture apart,
petals scatter, unanswered prayers to the abyss.
The apocalypse looms patient and cruel.
Counting, plucking, waiting in silence...
Hope burns like a distant fading ember
and the world waits, fragile and undone.
hands tremble as petals tear softly,
the air hums with the weight of endings.
One by one, petals fall like faint whispers.
Counting stars that flicker on borrowed time.
The heavens bleed with quiet inevitability.
Breath tightens as skies fracture apart,
petals scatter, unanswered prayers to the abyss.
The apocalypse looms patient and cruel.
Counting, plucking, waiting in silence...
Hope burns like a distant fading ember
and the world waits, fragile and undone.
#confessional
#meditation
#patience #silence
#patience #silence
36 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2025 10:16am
14th Apr 2025 10:16am
Tame Machine
I've been there tomorrow.
Footsteps echo
all through the void.
Future whispers past.
I've been there tomorrow.
Scarlet dreams
through violet hues.
Hope bends in the light.
I've been there tomorrow.
Grease-stained dreams
and crispy fries.
Future tastes like snacks.
All through the void
and crispy fries.
Footsteps echo
all through the void.
Future whispers past.
I've been there tomorrow.
Scarlet dreams
through violet hues.
Hope bends in the light.
I've been there tomorrow.
Grease-stained dreams
and crispy fries.
Future tastes like snacks.
All through the void
and crispy fries.
#mirror
#rain
#rainbow
#silence
#strength
36 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2025 9:30am
14th Apr 2025 9:30am
Honeymoon
We left Paris
a week after our honeymoon.
Correction.
I left you in Paris after a week.
I got lost at the airport
and ended up missing the plane too.
I ended up losing everything
that interested me.
I think it was all too little.
Small details and trimmed nails.
Details. So small.
I will not make any further corrections.
a week after our honeymoon.
Correction.
I left you in Paris after a week.
I got lost at the airport
and ended up missing the plane too.
I ended up losing everything
that interested me.
I think it was all too little.
Small details and trimmed nails.
Details. So small.
I will not make any further corrections.
#honesty
#separation
#travel
38 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Apr 2025 5:12pm
13th Apr 2025 5:12pm
Channeling Shadows
In the dim-lit chamber, the air grows thin.
The psychographer draws the specter in.
Quill in hand, trembling, eager to scribe.
Echoes of Poe dark whispers imbibe.
The raven stirs, though fleshless it stays.
Its shadow looms eternal in haze.
"Speak," pleads the vessel, a soul unwinded.
Through fingertips flows the long-silenced mind.
Words spill forth, grotesque and divine.
Lines of sorrow, of death’s cold design.
Each phrase etched in despair’s black tongue.
An ode to the lost, the morbid unsung.
...
The psychographer draws the specter in.
Quill in hand, trembling, eager to scribe.
Echoes of Poe dark whispers imbibe.
The raven stirs, though fleshless it stays.
Its shadow looms eternal in haze.
"Speak," pleads the vessel, a soul unwinded.
Through fingertips flows the long-silenced mind.
Words spill forth, grotesque and divine.
Lines of sorrow, of death’s cold design.
Each phrase etched in despair’s black tongue.
An ode to the lost, the morbid unsung.
...
#EdgarAllanPoe
#LifeAsAWriter
#love
#obsession
#spiritual
43 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
12th Apr 2025 10:07pm
12th Apr 2025 10:07pm
Singing in the Rain of Tears
Miranda
Fruits crown her laughter,
Rhythms bloom in vibrant hues
Carmen sways through life.
Sumak
Voice of mountains soar,
Ancient echoes fill the air
Yma's song transcends.
Maria
Voice like a tempest,
Passion pierces through the soul
Callas reigns supreme.
Rodrigues
Fado’s voice takes flight,
Soulful tides of sorrow swell
Amália endures.
Berberian
Avant-garde takes flight,
Cathy's voice bends worlds to art
Boundless, bold,...
Fruits crown her laughter,
Rhythms bloom in vibrant hues
Carmen sways through life.
Sumak
Voice of mountains soar,
Ancient echoes fill the air
Yma's song transcends.
Maria
Voice like a tempest,
Passion pierces through the soul
Callas reigns supreme.
Rodrigues
Fado’s voice takes flight,
Soulful tides of sorrow swell
Amália endures.
Berberian
Avant-garde takes flight,
Cathy's voice bends worlds to art
Boundless, bold,...
#art
#happiness
#music
#spiritual
#women
47 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Apr 2025 11:44am
11th Apr 2025 11:44am
The Second Runner
The second runner crosses the line,
not with glory, but with the weight of almost.
Breath burns the same,
legs ache with the same fire,
yet the world turns its gaze elsewhere.
Victory is a narrow door
and those who miss it are cast into shadows.
The second runner stands there,
not a hero, not a champion,
just a body that tried and fell short.
But what is a winner, if not a fleeting name?
And what is a loser, if not the same?
The second runner, the last, the forgotten
all are bound by the same thread: ...
not with glory, but with the weight of almost.
Breath burns the same,
legs ache with the same fire,
yet the world turns its gaze elsewhere.
Victory is a narrow door
and those who miss it are cast into shadows.
The second runner stands there,
not a hero, not a champion,
just a body that tried and fell short.
But what is a winner, if not a fleeting name?
And what is a loser, if not the same?
The second runner, the last, the forgotten
all are bound by the same thread: ...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#escape
#freedom #WritingPoetry
#freedom #WritingPoetry
52 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Apr 2025 11:23am
11th Apr 2025 11:23am
Histamine
Histamine whispers flood the night.
Dreams swell with crimson tides.
A storm ignites beneath the skin.
Unrest cradles the soul within.
Shadows move in jagged waves.
Where fevered echoes dig their graves.
Fractured thoughts, a poisoned stream.
Drowning deep in histamine dreams.
The pulse quickens, the air grows thin.
A chaos blooms where calm had been.
Nightmares twist, a sickly gleam.
Histamine dreams, the silent scream.
Dreams swell with crimson tides.
A storm ignites beneath the skin.
Unrest cradles the soul within.
Shadows move in jagged waves.
Where fevered echoes dig their graves.
Fractured thoughts, a poisoned stream.
Drowning deep in histamine dreams.
The pulse quickens, the air grows thin.
A chaos blooms where calm had been.
Nightmares twist, a sickly gleam.
Histamine dreams, the silent scream.
#hurt
#illness
#reading
#silence
#WritingPoetry
43 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Apr 2025 1:42pm
7th Apr 2025 1:42pm
Hope
Light breaks the night.
Its flicker grows, yet fragile still.
A flame burns bright within despair.
Where silence lingers, whispers dare to rise anew.
Through storms and shadows, it calls, defies, it prevails.
Boundless and untamed, it stretches through time, unyielding.
Hope swells like oceans, crashing, surging with infinite waves that collide.
Its roots entangle stars, weaving lifelines from fractures, each moment revived.
Hope ascends like constellations, a beacon eternal, shining through endless skies.
Its flicker grows, yet fragile still.
A flame burns bright within despair.
Where silence lingers, whispers dare to rise anew.
Through storms and shadows, it calls, defies, it prevails.
Boundless and untamed, it stretches through time, unyielding.
Hope swells like oceans, crashing, surging with infinite waves that collide.
Its roots entangle stars, weaving lifelines from fractures, each moment revived.
Hope ascends like constellations, a beacon eternal, shining through endless skies.
#fire
#night
#shadows
#sky
#storm
64 reads
7 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2025 11:11am
7th Apr 2025 11:11am
Ave Donna Cicciolina
Beneath the gaze of falcon’s flight
she rose, a flame in endless night.
Ilona, bold, her banner soar ahigh.
A siren's call beneath the pink sky.
Her eyes, a hawk's sharp, so keen,
a prowler through a world's unseen.
Wings of freedom, hearts in a sway,
she soared like birds of fierce prey.
Mocked and praised, her voice defied,
A rebel’s cry where sounds truth reside.
Ave, Donna, Cicciolina, fearless queen,
in your sir shadow the all brave convene.
Through storms of judgment, skies of grey,
she danced...
she rose, a flame in endless night.
Ilona, bold, her banner soar ahigh.
A siren's call beneath the pink sky.
Her eyes, a hawk's sharp, so keen,
a prowler through a world's unseen.
Wings of freedom, hearts in a sway,
she soared like birds of fierce prey.
Mocked and praised, her voice defied,
A rebel’s cry where sounds truth reside.
Ave, Donna, Cicciolina, fearless queen,
in your sir shadow the all brave convene.
Through storms of judgment, skies of grey,
she danced...
#art
#PopCulture
#porn
#sex
#women
73 reads
4 Comments
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