Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Mar 2025 10:43pm
11th Mar 2025 10:43pm
The Doors - The End - 1967
Knowing things always get to an end
I felt like putting a record to play loud:
Art - Supernatural Fairy Tales - 1967
Knowing things always get all loud
I felt like putting a record to an end:
Spooky Tooth - Sunshine Help Me - 1968
I felt like putting a record
I felt like putting
I felt...
I felt like putting a record to play loud:
Art - Supernatural Fairy Tales - 1967
Knowing things always get all loud
I felt like putting a record to an end:
Spooky Tooth - Sunshine Help Me - 1968
I felt like putting a record
I felt like putting
I felt...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#happiness
#kindness #music
#kindness #music
144 reads
9 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Mar 2025 3:10pm
11th Mar 2025 3:10pm
As a muse...
I'd softly whisper in the poet's ear:
"Let your words flow like rivers
of dreams,
for within you lies the magic
to shape worlds.
Embrace the emotions
that stir your soul
and paint them with the colors
of your heart.
Each line you craft is a step
towards eternity,
where your voice will echo forever.
Trust in your gift,
for your rhymes hold the power
to transcend time
and touch the hearts."
"Let your words flow like rivers
of dreams,
for within you lies the magic
to shape worlds.
Embrace the emotions
that stir your soul
and paint them with the colors
of your heart.
Each line you craft is a step
towards eternity,
where your voice will echo forever.
Trust in your gift,
for your rhymes hold the power
to transcend time
and touch the hearts."
#inspirational
#mirror
#rhyming
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
116 reads
10 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
11th Mar 2025 2:20pm
11th Mar 2025 2:20pm
Ponder a Box
What lies within the box, unseen,
a token lost, a thought pristine?
Or merely air, a void serene?
Does it hold time, a clock unwound,
a moment trapped, a silence found?
Or echoes lost where none astound?
Could it be dreams of lives once led,
flickering ghosts a life long dead?
Or hopes unwoven, stitched with thread?
Might it contain the stars of yore.
The cosmos bound behind this door?
Infinity within its core?
Or is it but the simplest guise,
a trick played out before our eyes?...
a token lost, a thought pristine?
Or merely air, a void serene?
Does it hold time, a clock unwound,
a moment trapped, a silence found?
Or echoes lost where none astound?
Could it be dreams of lives once led,
flickering ghosts a life long dead?
Or hopes unwoven, stitched with thread?
Might it contain the stars of yore.
The cosmos bound behind this door?
Infinity within its core?
Or is it but the simplest guise,
a trick played out before our eyes?...
#evolution
#honesty
#mythology
#rebellion
#spiritual
124 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
10th Mar 2025 2:01pm
Inspirational Incubus
If I were the muse
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
I'd appear in moments of quiet solitude
whispering words of wonder and possibility.
I'd guide the poet to the edges of dreams.
I'd lead him to hidden groves
where time stands still.
Where the rustling leaves
and murmuring streams compose
a symphony of inspiration.
With a touch as light as moonbeams
I'd paint the skies with hues
of dawn and dusk,
he'd find rhythm in chaos,
harmony in discord.
As his muse, I'd be the discovery
that within the realm of imagination ...
#fall
#identity
#inspirational
#luck
#mirror
91 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Mar 2025 1:31pm
10th Mar 2025 1:31pm
Witnesses of a No-God
Depressevangelicals,
a curious subculture
that has emerged
over the last few decades,
represent an intriguing phenomenon
in the religious and social scene.
With depressive tendencies,
these individuals find
in the evangelical hosts a refuge
for their anxieties and frustrations,
at the same time that they seek
to impose their opinions and concepts,
often devoid of logic and coherence.
Literarily, they can be compared
to tragic characters,
whose lives are marked by an incessant
search for...
a curious subculture
that has emerged
over the last few decades,
represent an intriguing phenomenon
in the religious and social scene.
With depressive tendencies,
these individuals find
in the evangelical hosts a refuge
for their anxieties and frustrations,
at the same time that they seek
to impose their opinions and concepts,
often devoid of logic and coherence.
Literarily, they can be compared
to tragic characters,
whose lives are marked by an incessant
search for...
#deception
#faith
#hypocrisy
#manipulation
#religion
106 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Mar 2025 3:00pm
9th Mar 2025 3:00pm
Presumed hunger
Premeditated situations
and pre-cooked annihilations.
Preheated eliminations,
precepts, losses, predators,
nothing changes the colors of poverty.
Chameleons are the rich ones
and they change, change color
and change again to a color they don't have.
The rich eat poverty for breakfast
so let's change directions,
change emotions,
and let's eat the rich
even though the rich are poor
in nutrients and proteins.
Since they have many colors,
we will eat them with our eyes
and season them...
and pre-cooked annihilations.
Preheated eliminations,
precepts, losses, predators,
nothing changes the colors of poverty.
Chameleons are the rich ones
and they change, change color
and change again to a color they don't have.
The rich eat poverty for breakfast
so let's change directions,
change emotions,
and let's eat the rich
even though the rich are poor
in nutrients and proteins.
Since they have many colors,
we will eat them with our eyes
and season them...
#corruption
#death
#greed
#illness
#poverty
112 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Mar 2025 1:52pm
7th Mar 2025 1:52pm
Where are we going?
Softened lines converge
in the haze, your lips meet mine,
blurred, yet crystal clear.
Whispers merge with light,
colors fade but hearts align
timeless in the kiss.
Within oblivion
a kiss blooms, defying void,
timeless whispers rise.
Stars dissolve to dust
yet your touch ignites the dark,
void bends, love remains.
Through the endless night
oblivion guards our spark
bound within the void.
Through the veiled embrace
world dissolves to just us...
Softened lines converge
in the haze, your lips meet mine,
blurred, yet crystal clear.
Whispers merge with light,
colors fade but hearts align
timeless in the kiss.
Within oblivion
a kiss blooms, defying void,
timeless whispers rise.
Stars dissolve to dust
yet your touch ignites the dark,
void bends, love remains.
Through the endless night
oblivion guards our spark
bound within the void.
Through the veiled embrace
world dissolves to just us...
#husband
#love
#passion
#relationships
#romantic
222 reads
12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2025 11:35am
6th Mar 2025 11:35am
Heaven paved with my pains
.. this shitty life is nothing
but a waiting room
of a hellish asylum
overflowing with paperwork
and suffocated in its own
degenerate bureaucracy
this shitty life is nothing
but a scare in a dead-end alley
from the darkest part of a place
where no one wants to go
life, life, life
knife, knife, knife
the sound of traveling knife sharpeners
is like the creaking of hinges
of a nonexistent paradise
where an arrogant and irrational being rules...
but a waiting room
of a hellish asylum
overflowing with paperwork
and suffocated in its own
degenerate bureaucracy
this shitty life is nothing
but a scare in a dead-end alley
from the darkest part of a place
where no one wants to go
life, life, life
knife, knife, knife
the sound of traveling knife sharpeners
is like the creaking of hinges
of a nonexistent paradise
where an arrogant and irrational being rules...
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression
#mirror
#silence
91 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2025 1:13pm
5th Mar 2025 1:13pm
Bugging
Blah blah blah we say
Words float gently in the breeze
Thoughts just drift away.
Empty phrases fly
Through the quiet afternoon
Time slips slowly by.
In the stillness here
Meaning hides within the blur
Silence speaks so clear.
Words float gently in the breeze
Thoughts just drift away.
Empty phrases fly
Through the quiet afternoon
Time slips slowly by.
In the stillness here
Meaning hides within the blur
Silence speaks so clear.
#death
#LifeStruggles
#politics
90 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2025 10:04pm
3rd Mar 2025 10:04pm
Triumvirat - Spartacus
At fifteen, the music whirled in a time machine,
where Spartacus calls with symphonic gleam.
Keys cascade like ancient rivers’ stream,
echoing rebellion in a wild and fierce dream.
Synth notes rise like morning's first light.
With drums' thunderous roar Rome takes flight.
Heartbeats sync with the rhythm's might.
An empire's fall in the silent night.
Emotions surge in the flickering gleam
as history dances revealing its steam.
In the attic headphones tether the soul
each track pulls deeper making hearts whole.
Warrior’s cries...
where Spartacus calls with symphonic gleam.
Keys cascade like ancient rivers’ stream,
echoing rebellion in a wild and fierce dream.
Synth notes rise like morning's first light.
With drums' thunderous roar Rome takes flight.
Heartbeats sync with the rhythm's might.
An empire's fall in the silent night.
Emotions surge in the flickering gleam
as history dances revealing its steam.
In the attic headphones tether the soul
each track pulls deeper making hearts whole.
Warrior’s cries...
#beauty
#memories
#music #teens
#music #teens
84 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Mar 2025 4:10pm
3rd Mar 2025 4:10pm
Merry Nowhere Lazy Susan
Nowhere's a quiet place
for platypus glide by the stream
for influenza never fades.
Pasta twirling in bowls
and laughter fills the silent air.
Nowhere's charm is revealed.
Nowhere's the best place on the earth.
Hidden gems of stillness found
for nowhere calls to me.
Twirl, baby, all your curls
like a twister with no direction.
Sniffing someone's cracks in the air.
Nowhere's a quiet place.
Cockroaches scuttle through the maze.
Labyrinth of tambourine's sound in the far.
for platypus glide by the stream
for influenza never fades.
Pasta twirling in bowls
and laughter fills the silent air.
Nowhere's charm is revealed.
Nowhere's the best place on the earth.
Hidden gems of stillness found
for nowhere calls to me.
Twirl, baby, all your curls
like a twister with no direction.
Sniffing someone's cracks in the air.
Nowhere's a quiet place.
Cockroaches scuttle through the maze.
Labyrinth of tambourine's sound in the far.
#dark
#mirror
#PopCulture
88 reads
7 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2025 5:11pm
2nd Mar 2025 5:11pm
Bump Lump Pump
In the land of freedom
you're free to live or,
even better, leave or let
yourself be sent away.
Better not let yourself be bold.
Better not let yourself be cold.
Better not let yourself be in the fold.
Believe in yourself in being gold.
Better not let yourself be in hold.
Better not let yourself set in as mold.
Better not let yourself be sold.
Don't...
Believe what you've always been told.
In the land of freedom
you're just an alien that will
never reach the point of...
you're free to live or,
even better, leave or let
yourself be sent away.
Better not let yourself be bold.
Better not let yourself be cold.
Better not let yourself be in the fold.
Believe in yourself in being gold.
Better not let yourself be in hold.
Better not let yourself set in as mold.
Better not let yourself be sold.
Don't...
Believe what you've always been told.
In the land of freedom
you're just an alien that will
never reach the point of...
#despair
#disability
#emptiness
#nightmares
#violence
106 reads
10 Comments
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