Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
Washing the sheets of the ghosts in this madhouse
In the shadows of regret I walk.
Carrying the heavy load of my choices.
Echoes of decisions whisper in my mind...
Bathing me in yellow flowers with every step
like a bitter memory.
Disappointment as a constant specter.
Black wings that surround the heart...
Smothering the light with a veil of sadness.
Bath you in yellow flowers without time
for the desire to change that consumes me.
If I could go back in time and rewrite history...
Erase mistakes or heal wounds
or even exchange each tear for a new moment.
Bath him in...
Carrying the heavy load of my choices.
Echoes of decisions whisper in my mind...
Bathing me in yellow flowers with every step
like a bitter memory.
Disappointment as a constant specter.
Black wings that surround the heart...
Smothering the light with a veil of sadness.
Bath you in yellow flowers without time
for the desire to change that consumes me.
If I could go back in time and rewrite history...
Erase mistakes or heal wounds
or even exchange each tear for a new moment.
Bath him in...
#anxiety
#depression
#ghosts
#patience
#sadness
82 reads
5 Comments
Inconvenience
Vanity vanishes in the thin air...
Was it a kiss? Was it a crash?
This pair in despair, unapproachable!
Velvety ice explodes in tongues skin.
Was it this or was it that?
This flair is such an unfair rain.
Drain my body in seconds
skin abandoned in the background
useless, timeless, nevertheless...
Avoiding falling in trhe void.
Trying, failling, crying and sailling
away from your overwelming presence.
Was it a bliss? Was it a rash?
Is it the first next step to go from here?
In the air,...
Was it a kiss? Was it a crash?
This pair in despair, unapproachable!
Velvety ice explodes in tongues skin.
Was it this or was it that?
This flair is such an unfair rain.
Drain my body in seconds
skin abandoned in the background
useless, timeless, nevertheless...
Avoiding falling in trhe void.
Trying, failling, crying and sailling
away from your overwelming presence.
Was it a bliss? Was it a rash?
Is it the first next step to go from here?
In the air,...
#anxiety
#confessional
#ghosts
#myself
#strength
83 reads
7 Comments
Portuguese man-o-war
Who are we, lost in the vastness?
Sailing on seas without a compass.
From the first moment, the first breath.
In a labyrinth of doubts and shadows.
Wandering souls in search of meaning.
We cling to the intangible.
Desperate for answers,
in an indifferent and silent world.
Days drag on and nights collapse
in a relentless cycle of uncertainty.
We scream into the void, crying out for direction
but the echo is all that returns to us.
Heavy hearts and exhausted minds.
We walk among the ruins of...
Sailing on seas without a compass.
From the first moment, the first breath.
In a labyrinth of doubts and shadows.
Wandering souls in search of meaning.
We cling to the intangible.
Desperate for answers,
in an indifferent and silent world.
Days drag on and nights collapse
in a relentless cycle of uncertainty.
We scream into the void, crying out for direction
but the echo is all that returns to us.
Heavy hearts and exhausted minds.
We walk among the ruins of...
#astronomy
#heroic
#karma
#sea
#universe
78 reads
8 Comments
Uncrossing
Silent screams on the asphalt,
life that stops in the blink of an eye.
A feathered dream falls,
a hairy hope falls,
lost in the blur of the floor.
The road, cold and indifferent judge,
echoes in so much absence
with legs and wings,
that once vibrated
in the sweet embrace of nature.
The pain remains
in tire tracks,
a testimony to the fleeting life
and the cruel intersections
of human haste
and wild innocence.
life that stops in the blink of an eye.
A feathered dream falls,
a hairy hope falls,
lost in the blur of the floor.
The road, cold and indifferent judge,
echoes in so much absence
with legs and wings,
that once vibrated
in the sweet embrace of nature.
The pain remains
in tire tracks,
a testimony to the fleeting life
and the cruel intersections
of human haste
and wild innocence.
#city
#disappointment
#murder
#nature
#regret
85 reads
6 Comments
Dressing for the ball
diagonally in time
moments crossed
poorly lit
in the alleys
around corners
in the depths of darkness
elephants
that no one sees
because they are so white
the elephants
and its sinister frankness
................... gray
the elephants
with its immense
difficulty
In folding napkins
and plucking their eyebrows
in the darkness...
moments crossed
poorly lit
in the alleys
around corners
in the depths of darkness
elephants
that no one sees
because they are so white
the elephants
and its sinister frankness
................... gray
the elephants
with its immense
difficulty
In folding napkins
and plucking their eyebrows
in the darkness...
#corruption
#dark
#disappointment
#greed
#politics
75 reads
6 Comments
Clear Haiku
Crystal clarity
In glass, a pure reflection
Warmth in cold embrace.
In glass, a pure reflection
Warmth in cold embrace.
#alcohol
#haiku
#MovingOn #sea
#MovingOn #sea
77 reads
4 Comments
Non Vodka Haiku
In lieu of a kiss
moonlight bathes silent trees
tender touch of wind
moonlight bathes silent trees
tender touch of wind
#haiku
#love
#nature #wind
#nature #wind
74 reads
5 Comments
The false pretenses campaign
Natural men, in their awkward majesty,
descend to the lushly absurd fields of paradise,
where the spectral line of sports begins.
A peculiar ballet of limbs,
an odd assortment of sinew,
unfolds like a grotesque tapestry.
Under the surreal sun, their bodies,
partially symbiotic, partially independent,
contort and stretch in clumsy elegance.
The air thick with the irony of sweat and flowers,
a collision of the primal and the sublime.
Grunts echo like misplaced sonnets,
as they engage in the bizarre...
descend to the lushly absurd fields of paradise,
where the spectral line of sports begins.
A peculiar ballet of limbs,
an odd assortment of sinew,
unfolds like a grotesque tapestry.
Under the surreal sun, their bodies,
partially symbiotic, partially independent,
contort and stretch in clumsy elegance.
The air thick with the irony of sweat and flowers,
a collision of the primal and the sublime.
Grunts echo like misplaced sonnets,
as they engage in the bizarre...
#corruption
#earth
#emptiness
#politics
#rebellion
94 reads
7 Comments
A big hug to beloved 20 poets I follow
In the quiet moments of reflection, I find myself transported to a realm of pure joy and contentment, all thanks to the profound words of 20 poets. Their written wonders have woven a tapestry of emotions that resonate deeply within my soul. Each verse, a delicate brushstroke, paints vivid landscapes of beauty and serenity, guiding me to a place where happiness flourishes.
Through their poetry, I have discovered a sanctuary of peace, where the chaos of the world fades away, and only the essence of bliss remains. Their words have become a beacon of light, illuminating the path to...
Through their poetry, I have discovered a sanctuary of peace, where the chaos of the world fades away, and only the essence of bliss remains. Their words have become a beacon of light, illuminating the path to...
#friendship
#happiness
#love
#passion
#WritingPoetry
123 reads
12 Comments
Dilemmhaiku
Very cold Vodka
An after sex dilemma
Just refill the glass
An after sex dilemma
Just refill the glass
#alcohol
#drugs
#haiku #WritingPoetry
#haiku #WritingPoetry
86 reads
6 Comments
Vodkhaiku
Clear liquid, ice cold
Burning warmth in every sip
Glass echoes its tale.
Burning warmth in every sip
Glass echoes its tale.
#addiction
#alcohol
#art
#lust
#passion
87 reads
10 Comments
Alcoholic Haiku
two shots of vodka
from underneath the iceberg
love's freezing my friend
from underneath the iceberg
love's freezing my friend
#alcohol
#art
#freedom
#love
#spiritual
79 reads
9 Comments
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