Poems Inspired by Federica Garcia Lorca
#FedericaGarciaLorca
Poems inspired by Spanish poet, playwright, and theatre director Federica Garcia Lorca. Here you'll find poetry using the style, themes or characters found in the writing and poems of Federica Garcia Lorca. Along with poems about Lorca himself, including praise, criticism and memorials.
oskar
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2023 2:46pm
23rd Oct 2023 2:46pm
a normal name
who had a normal name
Now that October glides into November, we sleep later
till nine, and we do not use the living room heater, sit in the kitchen, watch TV after breakfast.
A light morning meal to break the fast, since we will eat lunch at one o'clock, or there about.
I have taken many nature photos of plants, flowers and
dead white trees no birds would sit on
I have seen birds nesting and their babies learning to fly
most were lucky, but some landed in a puddle and drowned, and the brave ones flying on untrained wings too far where the raven waited ...
Now that October glides into November, we sleep later
till nine, and we do not use the living room heater, sit in the kitchen, watch TV after breakfast.
A light morning meal to break the fast, since we will eat lunch at one o'clock, or there about.
I have taken many nature photos of plants, flowers and
dead white trees no birds would sit on
I have seen birds nesting and their babies learning to fly
most were lucky, but some landed in a puddle and drowned, and the brave ones flying on untrained wings too far where the raven waited ...
#ErnestHemingway
#FedericaGarciaLorca
#JimMorrison
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Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2020 1:36am
22nd Apr 2020 1:36am
In Evening Air, I Hear the Lime Trees Weep
(sonnet)
In evening air, I hear the lime trees weep,
As blossoms’ fall in waves on shadowed sands.
My lips still taste of love’s forgotten sleep,
Of passing faith, of want’s austere commands.
The skin, the scent of oranges’ wavered sting,
The grace of flowing dancers’ contra steps,
The touch, the summer night’s soft offering,
The loss, like passion kept in heart’s regrets.
Her hidden eyes from shoulder’s backward lean,
Her smile contained in every catching breath,
Her favor gleaned in moonlit hills unseen, ...
In evening air, I hear the lime trees weep,
As blossoms’ fall in waves on shadowed sands.
My lips still taste of love’s forgotten sleep,
Of passing faith, of want’s austere commands.
The skin, the scent of oranges’ wavered sting,
The grace of flowing dancers’ contra steps,
The touch, the summer night’s soft offering,
The loss, like passion kept in heart’s regrets.
Her hidden eyes from shoulder’s backward lean,
Her smile contained in every catching breath,
Her favor gleaned in moonlit hills unseen, ...
#sadness
#love
#NaPoWriMo2020 #FedericaGarciaLorca
#NaPoWriMo2020 #FedericaGarciaLorca
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slipalong
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 2:21pm
14th Oct 2019 2:21pm
Ode to Pablo Picasso # Federeco Garcia Lorca
Obtruse angles fall the slanted eyes
Tears like lemons castrated from the tree
Franco's crow of broken strings
Guernica is that post mortem
Bull rings echo's with the last Ole - Ole - Ole
Squeezed Pigment tube, no top
Loves lost, frames fractured insanity
That awash turned to the wall
Encased past ducks and drakes
Sunset groom departs
Caricatures of black doves
Origami folds so sharp
Palette with its drying worms
Hangings in the Mausoleum
Remembered vivid images of being
reflections on...
Tears like lemons castrated from the tree
Franco's crow of broken strings
Guernica is that post mortem
Bull rings echo's with the last Ole - Ole - Ole
Squeezed Pigment tube, no top
Loves lost, frames fractured insanity
That awash turned to the wall
Encased past ducks and drakes
Sunset groom departs
Caricatures of black doves
Origami folds so sharp
Palette with its drying worms
Hangings in the Mausoleum
Remembered vivid images of being
reflections on...
#memorial
#FedericaGarciaLorca
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2019 7:29pm
3rd Oct 2019 7:29pm
Dark Love, Sleepless Night
( a double Sonnet )
I stand before this soul of mourning stars
That drift within the bound’ries of my heart.
To ever show the light my open scars,
And keep desire stilled when we’re apart.
To separate the nature of my pain
While even in a crowd I am alone.
Forbidden tears ignite and fall as rain,
But never will they see a love that’s flown.
Determined, the inclusion of my truth,
The heaven-sent of you is ever near.
And driven by the beauty of our youth,
A reckless, hopeful, carefree, happy year! ...
I stand before this soul of mourning stars
That drift within the bound’ries of my heart.
To ever show the light my open scars,
And keep desire stilled when we’re apart.
To separate the nature of my pain
While even in a crowd I am alone.
Forbidden tears ignite and fall as rain,
But never will they see a love that’s flown.
Determined, the inclusion of my truth,
The heaven-sent of you is ever near.
And driven by the beauty of our youth,
A reckless, hopeful, carefree, happy year! ...
#gay
#lover
#sonnet #FedericaGarciaLorca
#sonnet #FedericaGarciaLorca
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MaryWalker
Poem Published
26th Jun 2019 6:52pm
26th Jun 2019 6:52pm
[ CC ] My Lovely Dark Doves
Hark, my lovely dark doves
I wish to park my head
against your feather
pillowed breasts
and rest comfortably
between sun and moon
listening to heartbeats of yours
causing mine to swoon;
I could not love
anyone more
On all fours, in beggary
exposed, I am poor
faced with mortality
What's a soul to do?
Make this my grave
I say to all of you
watching over me
Let the sun be your ...
I wish to park my head
against your feather
pillowed breasts
and rest comfortably
between sun and moon
listening to heartbeats of yours
causing mine to swoon;
I could not love
anyone more
On all fours, in beggary
exposed, I am poor
faced with mortality
What's a soul to do?
Make this my grave
I say to all of you
watching over me
Let the sun be your ...
#love
#FedericaGarciaLorca
#MyInspiration
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
17th Jun 2019 4:05am
17th Jun 2019 4:05am
Adam (Tree Of Life)
Tree of wine in
passion's early glare,
not forthcoming of dawn,
engorges fevered veins.
The coolness waits
among seedless worries,
in sorrow's early light,
beam of the Moon's flight.
Adam, dreaming,
sees a child aloft
piercing the apple of his cheek
where the woman groans.
She, in morning's blood
soaks the sweet clay
under the tree of life,
burning in the mists of day.
.....
#FedericoGarciaLorca
(a non-entry)
passion's early glare,
not forthcoming of dawn,
engorges fevered veins.
The coolness waits
among seedless worries,
in sorrow's early light,
beam of the Moon's flight.
Adam, dreaming,
sees a child aloft
piercing the apple of his cheek
where the woman groans.
She, in morning's blood
soaks the sweet clay
under the tree of life,
burning in the mists of day.
.....
#FedericoGarciaLorca
(a non-entry)
#trees
#mythology
#LifeCycle #FedericaGarciaLorca
#LifeCycle #FedericaGarciaLorca
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Magnetron
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 4:21pm
13th Jun 2019 4:21pm
[ CC ] Of My Lovely Dark Dove
Incomplete, always downloading
downloading futures throated
with the thick, streaming sap
secreted by this laurelle branched
Universe of Possibilities---
that foreboding Virgin Territory;
unpenetrated, lubricated space
between legs of Mother Cosmos
suns and moons are destined to end
in continued collision course with;
Where Time and When Space bend
over in submission, commencing
Comprehension's asteriod belting;
Awareness's anal cabal in-itiation ...
downloading futures throated
with the thick, streaming sap
secreted by this laurelle branched
Universe of Possibilities---
that foreboding Virgin Territory;
unpenetrated, lubricated space
between legs of Mother Cosmos
suns and moons are destined to end
in continued collision course with;
Where Time and When Space bend
over in submission, commencing
Comprehension's asteriod belting;
Awareness's anal cabal in-itiation ...
#identity
#SelfDiscovery
#FedericaGarciaLorca
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9 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
10th Jun 2019 3:55am
10th Jun 2019 3:55am
Gaela Of The Remembrance Of Love (Orchard Of Remembrance)
The heavy fruit lay
against bare branches,
All night long,
quinces of pain growing
Like difficult dreams
crowding each other.
White lillies of chalk
hide from the dogs
Who stalk their poisons
in dreams of remembrance
In my secret orchard,
windswept in Night's greenery.
Like tulips in January
I sleep in frost's hibernation.
As a tremor I am kept
by pains of a bleeding rose.
Sometimes the night is a wall
that prevents me from...
against bare branches,
All night long,
quinces of pain growing
Like difficult dreams
crowding each other.
White lillies of chalk
hide from the dogs
Who stalk their poisons
in dreams of remembrance
In my secret orchard,
windswept in Night's greenery.
Like tulips in January
I sleep in frost's hibernation.
As a tremor I am kept
by pains of a bleeding rose.
Sometimes the night is a wall
that prevents me from...
#love
#dreams
#death
#trees
#FedericaGarciaLorca
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Ahavati
Poem Published
5th Jun 2019 2:18am
5th Jun 2019 2:18am
Singularity ( after Federico García Lorca )
Many things shall be said
once I'm deceased—
maybe what I actually wish:
one hundred year-old elms
grow blueprints in dust and ash—
boney ringlets annually; listen
then understand.
Damaged grass bleeds
green leaf volatiles, golden
copper across dry air—
a distress signal:
self-preservation, SOS
against inflicted injury.
Death breeds Truth
despite how unwelcome its fingernail
picks your secret’s lock,
hidden down the chimney’s throat.
Accept his...
once I'm deceased—
maybe what I actually wish:
one hundred year-old elms
grow blueprints in dust and ash—
boney ringlets annually; listen
then understand.
Damaged grass bleeds
green leaf volatiles, golden
copper across dry air—
a distress signal:
self-preservation, SOS
against inflicted injury.
Death breeds Truth
despite how unwelcome its fingernail
picks your secret’s lock,
hidden down the chimney’s throat.
Accept his...
#nature
#rebirth
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
#FedericaGarciaLorca
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JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
4th Jun 2019 6:36pm
4th Jun 2019 6:36pm
[ CC ] Of The Naked Girl
barely leaning lazily---
her bare backside against
a poplar tree occupied
by birds counting two -
loving doves, I believe
by the sound of coo;
I spied the lady, nude
raptured in reverie --- she
being no one in particular
spoke to me without words
I, being of mind to (re)create
captured with precision that gal
going about this exhibitionist swoon
minus hard wood at her soft behind
or those little feathered friends in love ...
her bare backside against
a poplar tree occupied
by birds counting two -
loving doves, I believe
by the sound of coo;
I spied the lady, nude
raptured in reverie --- she
being no one in particular
spoke to me without words
I, being of mind to (re)create
captured with precision that gal
going about this exhibitionist swoon
minus hard wood at her soft behind
or those little feathered friends in love ...
#women
#art
#FedericaGarciaLorca
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2019 3:22am
3rd Jun 2019 3:22am
The Gypsy Moon
( after Federico Garcia Lorca )
The cream of the gypsy moon
on this night of green, rising
to its apex as a deeper blush
of a blood orange that children
cannot eat, to leave it intact
lest the old gypsies mourn.
Two lovers walking white horses
on the lake’s shore, are grieved
to not sit astride, to admire
the bath of reflected silver
on each other’s face from the path the moon has taken.
That their love is not welcomed
by the stillborn water, isolated
...
The cream of the gypsy moon
on this night of green, rising
to its apex as a deeper blush
of a blood orange that children
cannot eat, to leave it intact
lest the old gypsies mourn.
Two lovers walking white horses
on the lake’s shore, are grieved
to not sit astride, to admire
the bath of reflected silver
on each other’s face from the path the moon has taken.
That their love is not welcomed
by the stillborn water, isolated
...
#children
#moon
#night
#lover
#FedericaGarciaLorca
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
14th Mar 2017 9:15am
14th Mar 2017 9:15am
Craneo de un Caballo
Soon it was clear that the moon
was a horse's skull,
and the air, a dark apple.
The gearshift shudder of
a heavy-laden truck fades,
all the while, the
sustained drone of bees;
past their prime and sluggish,
yet their wings cannot be stilled.
A dull glint behind the eyes
of a yoked pair of oxen,
standing at a crossroad
between myself and the fields
that bake in the August
of a Spanish sun,
waiting for the ...
was a horse's skull,
and the air, a dark apple.
The gearshift shudder of
a heavy-laden truck fades,
all the while, the
sustained drone of bees;
past their prime and sluggish,
yet their wings cannot be stilled.
A dull glint behind the eyes
of a yoked pair of oxen,
standing at a crossroad
between myself and the fields
that bake in the August
of a Spanish sun,
waiting for the ...
#FedericaGarciaLorca
#war
#tragedy
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
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