Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
Crowned Sovereigns
In the heart of an anthill, a tiny realm unfurls,
where diligent ants toil, their purpose unswerved.
Their queen, a regal soul, her mandate clear:
“Build, gather, thrive—our empire we revere.”
Her majesty, a minuscule monarch, yet grand,
commands her subjects with an unwavering hand.
She wears her crown of purpose, not of gold,
for in unity they labor, their story told.
The anthill pulses—a bustling metropolis.
Each worker a bricklayer, a tireless optimist.
They weave tunnels, chambers, intricate veins,
their labor a...
where diligent ants toil, their purpose unswerved.
Their queen, a regal soul, her mandate clear:
“Build, gather, thrive—our empire we revere.”
Her majesty, a minuscule monarch, yet grand,
commands her subjects with an unwavering hand.
She wears her crown of purpose, not of gold,
for in unity they labor, their story told.
The anthill pulses—a bustling metropolis.
Each worker a bricklayer, a tireless optimist.
They weave tunnels, chambers, intricate veins,
their labor a...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeGoals
#LifeCycle
65 reads
8 Comments
Emphatic skydiving!
Do you suspect everything and defy gravity without looking around or looking others in the eye? Do you let go as quickly as you wash your hands and unravel rosaries that don't sum up your faith? Do you defend ideas that you don't understand and drag the washed clothes across the floor to the clothesline? Do you lose track of yourself along the poorly traced paths on the faded map of your fears? Do you usually have so many questions that the answers no longer make sense scratched on the walls of the asylum? Have the languages you speak stuck to your tongue and not even the...
#confessional
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
59 reads
7 Comments
Wardruna - Hertan
take me wherever you want
as long as you keep that pace
as if my heart beats
at the center of the universe
repeat the verse to me
talk equitably different to me
about everything I don't see
but that inhabits my skin
take me with you to places
that I only imagined but I know
that are out there waiting for me
free me from the limits that bind
shares my body with the energy
share my energy with life
share my life with everyone
let us all share the light of existence
as long as you keep that pace
as if my heart beats
at the center of the universe
repeat the verse to me
talk equitably different to me
about everything I don't see
but that inhabits my skin
take me with you to places
that I only imagined but I know
that are out there waiting for me
free me from the limits that bind
shares my body with the energy
share my energy with life
share my life with everyone
let us all share the light of existence
#identity
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
#magic
#SelfDiscovery
47 reads
4 Comments
I don't see the face of God here...
All faith is false and all truth is faith
as if a mirror exploded and each one
chose a sliver to be his entire mirror.
as if a mirror exploded and each one
chose a sliver to be his entire mirror.
#religion
#God
#faith
64 reads
6 Comments
6 lines
But we poets, bad and good, we poets,
we must wield the light, the heart, the cry
and the rifle, in this unjust and bloody war.
The people's soul, full of fears and wounds,
breaks the compact darkness of the earth,
they fight and suffering turns into strength.
we must wield the light, the heart, the cry
and the rifle, in this unjust and bloody war.
The people's soul, full of fears and wounds,
breaks the compact darkness of the earth,
they fight and suffering turns into strength.
#sadness
#regret
#war
53 reads
0 Comments
Descent
Then I fall and stumble
and I get back on my feet
as if things had wings
and support me in the air
and the lungs were so full
that I could no longer breathe.
A scream runs through the veins
and takes the ghosts with him
to the open gates of hell,
where the many-headed dog awaits his pay.
All my skin trembles under the itching
of unknown desires left on the floor
or floating in gusts of wind.
Discontented, distraught and obscure
my blood spills
on the foreheads of inhuman animals
that populate the...
and I get back on my feet
as if things had wings
and support me in the air
and the lungs were so full
that I could no longer breathe.
A scream runs through the veins
and takes the ghosts with him
to the open gates of hell,
where the many-headed dog awaits his pay.
All my skin trembles under the itching
of unknown desires left on the floor
or floating in gusts of wind.
Discontented, distraught and obscure
my blood spills
on the foreheads of inhuman animals
that populate the...
#heartbroken
#hell
#mystery #prison
#mystery #prison
83 reads
6 Comments
Rain in Asian Forests
In the forests of Asia,
where the green unfolds.
The rain dances in leaves,
in a silent ballet,
falling like nature's tears,
mysterious,
a veil that embraces the earth,
a song that echoes.
Under the canopy of trees
the rain persists and sings
washing old logs,
calming the nervous,
the rivers sway, they run free,
impetuous.
And the birds take shelter,
in their nests, for nothing.
On the leaves, drops shine
like rare pearls
and the winds whisper secrets
among the samaras.
And the...
where the green unfolds.
The rain dances in leaves,
in a silent ballet,
falling like nature's tears,
mysterious,
a veil that embraces the earth,
a song that echoes.
Under the canopy of trees
the rain persists and sings
washing old logs,
calming the nervous,
the rivers sway, they run free,
impetuous.
And the birds take shelter,
in their nests, for nothing.
On the leaves, drops shine
like rare pearls
and the winds whisper secrets
among the samaras.
And the...
#happiness
#rain
#storm
#rainbow
#nature
84 reads
5 Comments
Sonnet of light, fall and ground.
In the vast sky we raise our wings.
Like bold birds reaching for the heights.
Flying is a dream, it's an escape, it's a desire,
but destiny, treacherous, makes us jump.
On the flight, we felt complete freedom.
The wind rocks us, the world expands
but the abyss lurks, the serene fall
and the ground awaits us at the end of the path.
Ah, the taste of thin air on your lips.
The sensation of defying gravity.
But oblivion is like a spreading fog.
And when we fall, lost and undone,
our wings become memories, fade.
The...
Like bold birds reaching for the heights.
Flying is a dream, it's an escape, it's a desire,
but destiny, treacherous, makes us jump.
On the flight, we felt complete freedom.
The wind rocks us, the world expands
but the abyss lurks, the serene fall
and the ground awaits us at the end of the path.
Ah, the taste of thin air on your lips.
The sensation of defying gravity.
But oblivion is like a spreading fog.
And when we fall, lost and undone,
our wings become memories, fade.
The...
#love
#rain
#storm
#wind
#passion
44 reads
2 Comments
Universal
Inside void’s silence
whispers about absence.
whispers about absence.
#silence
40 reads
4 Comments
Remains
Don't come to me with promises of eternal love,
not even with looks that promise hell.
I already know this road, this path
where every step is a thorn.
Don't enchant me with soft words
nor promises of new dances.
I already know that at the end of the song,
all that remains is loneliness.
Don't talk to me about burning passion
and not from a heart that lies.
I've seen this movie, I already know the ending,
where love is just a gale.
Don't promise me the brightness of the stars
and don't fill me with beautiful...
not even with looks that promise hell.
I already know this road, this path
where every step is a thorn.
Don't enchant me with soft words
nor promises of new dances.
I already know that at the end of the song,
all that remains is loneliness.
Don't talk to me about burning passion
and not from a heart that lies.
I've seen this movie, I already know the ending,
where love is just a gale.
Don't promise me the brightness of the stars
and don't fill me with beautiful...
#sadness
#regret
#rejection
#despair
#passion
100 reads
6 Comments
Battles
In the realm of the ephemeral, where time is a whisper,
pills fall like rain, promises of pure relief.
Capsules of hope, swallowed with a dry sip,
in search of a cure in an almost echoless world.
Drills hum, in a constant and strong rhythm,
piercing matter, defying the cut of luck.
They spin in spirals like dances of power,
creating and destroying without ever fading.
And on the horizon, Ragnarok announces itself,
with trumpets and fury the prophecy begins.
Gods and men of intertwined destiny
in an epic encounter the end is...
pills fall like rain, promises of pure relief.
Capsules of hope, swallowed with a dry sip,
in search of a cure in an almost echoless world.
Drills hum, in a constant and strong rhythm,
piercing matter, defying the cut of luck.
They spin in spirals like dances of power,
creating and destroying without ever fading.
And on the horizon, Ragnarok announces itself,
with trumpets and fury the prophecy begins.
Gods and men of intertwined destiny
in an epic encounter the end is...
#strength
#power
#LifeStruggles
48 reads
8 Comments
Time-proof body
The strength of the body and the body of strength,
in a ballet of muscles and will.
Each gesture is a battle, an approach,
in the dance of life the eternal truth.
The body that pushes, that pulls, that reaches,
with the strength that comes from within, burning,
It is the temple of the soul, the abode of hope,
where every sweat is a seed.
The force that moves, that lifts, that sustains...
It's not just physical, but also mental,
It is the energy that flows and feeds.
That makes the weak a powerful being.
In the body...
in a ballet of muscles and will.
Each gesture is a battle, an approach,
in the dance of life the eternal truth.
The body that pushes, that pulls, that reaches,
with the strength that comes from within, burning,
It is the temple of the soul, the abode of hope,
where every sweat is a seed.
The force that moves, that lifts, that sustains...
It's not just physical, but also mental,
It is the energy that flows and feeds.
That makes the weak a powerful being.
In the body...
#strength
#universe
#humankind
50 reads
4 Comments
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