Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
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
60 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
89 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
88 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
45 reads
2 Comments
Universal
Inside void’s silence
whispers about absence.
whispers about absence.
#silence
41 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
101 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
53 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
52 reads
4 Comments
Piece of cake
Oh, don't worry, my dear,
poems are used to fake
our orgasms, all around.
poems are used to fake
our orgasms, all around.
#lies
#orgasm
55 reads
3 Comments
The Climb
In a distant kingdom, beyond the horizon,
There lived a hero named Monte.
He was in no hurry or fear,
for in his chest he kept a cry.
Monte knew the journey was long
but your heart, like a sponge,
absorbed hope and faith
in the certainty that he would win.
He walked, through valleys and mountains,
facing storms and exploits.
He calmly faced each challenge
for he knew that after the night came a day.
"There's no rush," he said,
"Victory comes to those who know magic
patience and persistence ...
There lived a hero named Monte.
He was in no hurry or fear,
for in his chest he kept a cry.
Monte knew the journey was long
but your heart, like a sponge,
absorbed hope and faith
in the certainty that he would win.
He walked, through valleys and mountains,
facing storms and exploits.
He calmly faced each challenge
for he knew that after the night came a day.
"There's no rush," he said,
"Victory comes to those who know magic
patience and persistence ...
#power
#LifeStruggles
#heroic
58 reads
5 Comments
Pandora's block
Box ready, packed, on the table...
He imagined the opening
and could already feel the fireworks
in her eyes.
He looked at the clock
and decided it was too early.
He grabbed his coat and
walked out the door.
He went out to do some things...
he died after being run over!
The box remained,
ready and closed, on the table.
He imagined the opening
and could already feel the fireworks
in her eyes.
He looked at the clock
and decided it was too early.
He grabbed his coat and
walked out the door.
He went out to do some things...
he died after being run over!
The box remained,
ready and closed, on the table.
#love
#dreams
#mythology
61 reads
2 Comments
Telluric
Willows in the wind
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
bringing ancestral voices...
We learn to listen,
we teach ourselves to be silent.
Birds sing the song of the ground,
a river of flames crosses the hearts.
The juice of life sprouting
in the fruits of the air.
The body submerges in the waters
of eternal universal return.
Me inside the forest
that is the forest inside me.
#birth
#forest
#trees
#birds
#nature
86 reads
2 Comments
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