Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
DARK POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2022 2:06pm
23rd Sep 2022 2:06pm
Resemblance
Killed birds do not fly.
Broken strings don't sound.
Plugged holes do not leak.
Closed hands don't work.
Sick teeth don't gnaw.
Standing feet don't grind.
Dead bodies don't sweat.
False walls don't crumble.
Sweat does not die on bodies.
The pain does not heal on the skin.
The sound does not come from the strings.
The flight does not echo on the wings.
The pain doesn't go away.
Bird that flies is shot down.
PAR
Broken strings don't sound.
Plugged holes do not leak.
Closed hands don't work.
Sick teeth don't gnaw.
Standing feet don't grind.
Dead bodies don't sweat.
False walls don't crumble.
Sweat does not die on bodies.
The pain does not heal on the skin.
The sound does not come from the strings.
The flight does not echo on the wings.
The pain doesn't go away.
Bird that flies is shot down.
PAR
#depression
#dark
#obsession
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Sep 2022 1:54pm
22nd Sep 2022 1:54pm
Neurasthenia
maybe could
tattoo my
blood
on my skin
scratch my
DNA
in a frame
by the wall
pieces,
of skin
on the carpet
at the door
forget my
genome
in the song
in good rhythm
without the smell
either motive or end.
scratch my
skin
in the park
at the foot of the mountain,
in the mirror
of my room
where you can't see me...
or in the wind
the nuisance of my fears.
expel my
sweet beyond honey
from my gallbladder
and leave me lost
in...
tattoo my
blood
on my skin
scratch my
DNA
in a frame
by the wall
pieces,
of skin
on the carpet
at the door
forget my
genome
in the song
in good rhythm
without the smell
either motive or end.
scratch my
skin
in the park
at the foot of the mountain,
in the mirror
of my room
where you can't see me...
or in the wind
the nuisance of my fears.
expel my
sweet beyond honey
from my gallbladder
and leave me lost
in...
#anxiety
#depression
#OCD #fear
#OCD #fear
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Sep 2022 11:53am
21st Sep 2022 11:53am
The Sheep's Eyebrows
The leaves are daughters of the faults of the trunks
The sparks are crumbs of fire from the flames
The drops are leftovers from the gestures on the taps
Tiles are sparks on the roofs of old houses
Like pearls of dew on the shells of red rose petals
The corks close the bottles
The flounders hang from the nets
The needles are mischievous and go through the earlobes.
PAR
The sparks are crumbs of fire from the flames
The drops are leftovers from the gestures on the taps
Tiles are sparks on the roofs of old houses
Like pearls of dew on the shells of red rose petals
The corks close the bottles
The flounders hang from the nets
The needles are mischievous and go through the earlobes.
PAR
#anxiety
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2022 9:22am
21st Sep 2022 9:22am
onions
layer
after layer,
peel off
the onion,
until stay with
nothing more.
sum up
so,
in their emptiness,
the onions.
only bark
on bark,
layers
over layers.
just appearance...
only bitterness...
just acidity...
some
people
by whom
I passed
over
in this life
deserve,
Certainly,
the epithet.
they are onions!
we try to
find them
the core
but there is not.
we continue in
trying to
discover them
a heart
but there...
after layer,
peel off
the onion,
until stay with
nothing more.
sum up
so,
in their emptiness,
the onions.
only bark
on bark,
layers
over layers.
just appearance...
only bitterness...
just acidity...
some
people
by whom
I passed
over
in this life
deserve,
Certainly,
the epithet.
they are onions!
we try to
find them
the core
but there is not.
we continue in
trying to
discover them
a heart
but there...
#philosophical
#morality
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Sep 2022 7:32pm
20th Sep 2022 7:32pm
transgeneration
#women
#men
#gay
#LGBT
#transgender
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Sep 2022 7:30pm
20th Sep 2022 7:30pm
Máquina de lavar roupa
..
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment #LifeCycle
#LifeChangingMoment #LifeCycle
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Sep 2022 10:21am
20th Sep 2022 10:21am
Dedication
there are those who have dedicated
specifically
to philanthropic actions
(and humanistic)
who has walked
always on the line
who passed
all his time
giving himself to others...
I have been
just
visiting their graves
I was there all the time
alone
I did not see
at no time
the others
to whom these
had been dedicated...
PAR
specifically
to philanthropic actions
(and humanistic)
who has walked
always on the line
who passed
all his time
giving himself to others...
I have been
just
visiting their graves
I was there all the time
alone
I did not see
at no time
the others
to whom these
had been dedicated...
PAR
#kindness
#relationships
#LifeStruggles
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Sep 2022 10:11am
20th Sep 2022 10:11am
Universal day of I don't know what...
Every place is strange,
all of them,
without exception.
Every place is absolutely strange
and there are many strangers dwelling in them.
All strangers are very strange
until they are known then they become
even stranger...
Simply.
PAR
all of them,
without exception.
Every place is absolutely strange
and there are many strangers dwelling in them.
All strangers are very strange
until they are known then they become
even stranger...
Simply.
PAR
#universe
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Sep 2022 12:31pm
19th Sep 2022 12:31pm
Fruit Flakes
Open doors and
deserted houses are
things that appear
to us sometimes.
Like the beginning and the end
of some days.
As if we had
cut all the flowers
and left to turn to dust
any and all fruit
under the furniture.
As if every day
we got out of bed and
throw the rugs in the trash.
As if all the cereals
had already expired.
As if any desert
always had the doors open.
Sat on an old sofa
to pass the eyes
by the same eternal series:
Dragons that become...
deserted houses are
things that appear
to us sometimes.
Like the beginning and the end
of some days.
As if we had
cut all the flowers
and left to turn to dust
any and all fruit
under the furniture.
As if every day
we got out of bed and
throw the rugs in the trash.
As if all the cereals
had already expired.
As if any desert
always had the doors open.
Sat on an old sofa
to pass the eyes
by the same eternal series:
Dragons that become...
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Sep 2022 4:25pm
17th Sep 2022 4:25pm
Where?
A Wolf, where?
A wolf, a wolf!!!
Rabbit doesn't run...
and Pedro doesn't run,
Pedro says silly things...
Wolf, where is The Wolf?
PAR
A wolf, a wolf!!!
Rabbit doesn't run...
and Pedro doesn't run,
Pedro says silly things...
Wolf, where is The Wolf?
PAR
#anxiety
#lies
#betrayal
#obsession
#deception
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Sep 2022 10:39am
16th Sep 2022 10:39am
Five is a prime number...
To love is to know the intangible without knowing the obvious...
To love is not knowing when or where
but it could be that even after always before the end...
To love is to read the book ten times until the penultimate chapter...
To love is to close a door with seven keys
and not knowing where's been put the third one...
To love is to peel oranges.
PAR
To love is not knowing when or where
but it could be that even after always before the end...
To love is to read the book ten times until the penultimate chapter...
To love is to close a door with seven keys
and not knowing where's been put the third one...
To love is to peel oranges.
PAR
#love
#identity
#myself
#learning
#passion
366 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Sep 2022 11:01am
13th Sep 2022 11:01am
Time Machine
The camera images are half-erased...
Unknown hands and breasts,
(lovelace, holmes, cicciolina)
breathing, blurring, static.
Who's coming?
Who is closer?
Who will bring him inside?
Sofa, soundtrack and pouch.
Handkerchiefs!
Handkerchiefs!
Handkerchiefs!
PAR
Unknown hands and breasts,
(lovelace, holmes, cicciolina)
breathing, blurring, static.
Who's coming?
Who is closer?
Who will bring him inside?
Sofa, soundtrack and pouch.
Handkerchiefs!
Handkerchiefs!
Handkerchiefs!
PAR
#lust
#erotic
#sensual
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