Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Apr 2025 1:55pm
25th Apr 2025 1:55pm
December Roses
You were there in the middle of the roses,
like a dragon that doesn't speak any language,
as if a cat had eaten your tongue,
as if at all costs you wanted
to learn the language of flowers...
and all the roses smelled of blood
and all the air circulated in veins...
you were there in the middle
of the reddest of crimsons.
Not even the blue of your eyes
could compete with it.
Only the deep black of your dreams
had the nerve to disguise itself
as a thorn among so many roses.
like a dragon that doesn't speak any language,
as if a cat had eaten your tongue,
as if at all costs you wanted
to learn the language of flowers...
and all the roses smelled of blood
and all the air circulated in veins...
you were there in the middle
of the reddest of crimsons.
Not even the blue of your eyes
could compete with it.
Only the deep black of your dreams
had the nerve to disguise itself
as a thorn among so many roses.
#anxiety
#flowers
#mirror #rose
#mirror #rose
145 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Apr 2025 10:52pm
24th Apr 2025 10:52pm
Ancient as Hell
halberd, pan and brush
as in a typical garment
everything on the floor
made without function
function without effect
floor of little everything
clothing tied to threads
luxury, sword and bread
superspace lost in time
nebulae, galaxies, stars
preservative hyperboles
wise, those who are not
as in a typical garment
everything on the floor
made without function
function without effect
floor of little everything
clothing tied to threads
luxury, sword and bread
superspace lost in time
nebulae, galaxies, stars
preservative hyperboles
wise, those who are not
#flowers
#mirror
#rain
#universe
#wind
73 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2025 2:13pm
23rd Apr 2025 2:13pm
18 days, 20 hours... minutes
Ancient wraps whisper.
Time entombed in shadowed breath.
Eternity waits.
Time entombed in shadowed breath.
Eternity waits.
#death
#haiku
84 reads
7 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Apr 2025 4:24pm
21st Apr 2025 4:24pm
Pretend
Never try to know
what the eyes don't say
the air stops
the hands pretend
but never try
guessing what the eyes
do not say...
what the eyes don't say
the air stops
the hands pretend
but never try
guessing what the eyes
do not say...
#mirror
236 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Apr 2025 4:11pm
20th Apr 2025 4:11pm
Chove sobre a marginal
O pó do teu olhar sobre as flores a murchar
a suprimir as verdades, no chão.
As mãos, as mentiras e as folhas alaranjadas.
Morte, morte, morte ao amor...
Depois, tudo desaparece na bruma.
Tua mordida, profundamente infligida
nas carnes das tuas costas.
Viva o amor, viva o amor, o amor está morto!
Cavaleiros sem destino, moínhos parados
ventos perdidos nos corredores da casa
e retratos de ninguém, sem nomes.
Bocas cheias de fome, abutres mortos.
Minha boca cheia da tua boca e
cabelos crus a...
a suprimir as verdades, no chão.
As mãos, as mentiras e as folhas alaranjadas.
Morte, morte, morte ao amor...
Depois, tudo desaparece na bruma.
Tua mordida, profundamente infligida
nas carnes das tuas costas.
Viva o amor, viva o amor, o amor está morto!
Cavaleiros sem destino, moínhos parados
ventos perdidos nos corredores da casa
e retratos de ninguém, sem nomes.
Bocas cheias de fome, abutres mortos.
Minha boca cheia da tua boca e
cabelos crus a...
#dark
#death
#mountains
#rain
#sea
91 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
19th Apr 2025 2:46pm
19th Apr 2025 2:46pm
Toccata and fugue on a rainy day
So, as I was saying...
You should take more care
of your own life
and let others live theirs.
You should keep quiet.
Sit and let the energies flow
through your body
from the top of your hollow head
to the base of your clubbed feet.
You should stop listening
to other people's conversations
and feel the stench
of their cadaverous thoughts.
Bury your hands in your pockets
until they reach the bottom
of your infernal well.
Stop letting the crackling of words
that don't...
You should take more care
of your own life
and let others live theirs.
You should keep quiet.
Sit and let the energies flow
through your body
from the top of your hollow head
to the base of your clubbed feet.
You should stop listening
to other people's conversations
and feel the stench
of their cadaverous thoughts.
Bury your hands in your pockets
until they reach the bottom
of your infernal well.
Stop letting the crackling of words
that don't...
#conflict
#confusion
#dialogue
#escape
#hell
96 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Apr 2025 5:59pm
18th Apr 2025 5:59pm
Disjointed Untitled Piece
Amber arches awake.
Bright blooms bask.
Curious colors call.
Dancing days drift.
Echoes embrace earth.
Feathers flutter free.
Golden glows gleam.
Hazy hues hum.
Illuminated iris ignites.
Joy jumps jubilant.
Kind kisses kindle.
Lush leaves lull.
Morning murmurs mild.
Nature nurtures nests.
Orange opens over.
Petals paint pathways.
Quiet quivers quicken.
Rustling radiance ripples.
Sunflowers soak sun.
Tender tendrils twist.
Undulating upward urge.
...
Bright blooms bask.
Curious colors call.
Dancing days drift.
Echoes embrace earth.
Feathers flutter free.
Golden glows gleam.
Hazy hues hum.
Illuminated iris ignites.
Joy jumps jubilant.
Kind kisses kindle.
Lush leaves lull.
Morning murmurs mild.
Nature nurtures nests.
Orange opens over.
Petals paint pathways.
Quiet quivers quicken.
Rustling radiance ripples.
Sunflowers soak sun.
Tender tendrils twist.
Undulating upward urge.
...
#flowers
#rain
#spring
#storm
#wind
115 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Apr 2025 8:07pm
16th Apr 2025 8:07pm
Cradle Stories
Step right up, the circus glows,
underneath the striped big top it shows.
Dancers twirl, the clowns all grin.
A roaring crowd, a world within.
But hush now, hush, the wind is strong,
something feels so very wrong.
The shadows stretch, the lights turn dim,
the merry tune sounds cracked and grim.
The tent it shivers, walls so tight,
a whisper crawls into the night.
And in the dark, with bated breath,
a voice calls out but nothing’s left.
So close your eyes, don’t make a sound,
the circus sleeps beneath...
underneath the striped big top it shows.
Dancers twirl, the clowns all grin.
A roaring crowd, a world within.
But hush now, hush, the wind is strong,
something feels so very wrong.
The shadows stretch, the lights turn dim,
the merry tune sounds cracked and grim.
The tent it shivers, walls so tight,
a whisper crawls into the night.
And in the dark, with bated breath,
a voice calls out but nothing’s left.
So close your eyes, don’t make a sound,
the circus sleeps beneath...
#LifeCycle
#mirror
79 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Apr 2025 12:36pm
16th Apr 2025 12:36pm
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
73 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
16th Apr 2025 11:52am
16th Apr 2025 11:52am
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
80 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
15th Apr 2025 11:31pm
15th Apr 2025 11:31pm
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
92 reads
8 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
14th Apr 2025 11:53pm
14th Apr 2025 11:53pm
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
71 reads
4 Comments
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