Poems Inspired by Pablo Neruda
#PabloNeruda
Poems inspired by Pablo Neruda (Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto), a Nobel Prize winning Chilean poet, diplomat and politician. Here you'll find poetry using the style, themes or characters found in poems by Pablo Neruda. Along with poems about Neruda himself, including praise, criticism and memorials.
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
28th Mar 2020 1:53pm
28th Mar 2020 1:53pm
Like Climbing Vines Will Do
#1: “I love you as certain dark things
are meant to be loved, in secret,
between the shadow and the soul.”
What would it take for me in deepest woods
To find and bring you love that’s from my soul,
Without a something vulner’ble to give,
By making known the ‘allness’ you possess.
The creatures will then seek me in your lair,
Now I’m the one who hides within your arms.
The moon must find a chink to let in light,
Not even gods are priv’leged to come in.
And so it does remain...
are meant to be loved, in secret,
between the shadow and the soul.”
What would it take for me in deepest woods
To find and bring you love that’s from my soul,
Without a something vulner’ble to give,
By making known the ‘allness’ you possess.
The creatures will then seek me in your lair,
Now I’m the one who hides within your arms.
The moon must find a chink to let in light,
Not even gods are priv’leged to come in.
And so it does remain...
#relationships
#flowers
#animals
#nature
#PabloNeruda
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
24th Feb 2019 9:26am
24th Feb 2019 9:26am
Ode to Nothing (Neruda)
So many things
about you, nothing,
you who are often
in philosophy and theology.
I close
my eyes and see you.
I wave
my hands
behind my head and unsee you.
Unfeeling. I move
through you,
my frame framing you. Out
of you, all things begin.
The anticipation is great
at this cusp.
The astronomers
love you, they bang on
and on
about nothing,
the mathematicians
go further than zero
and call...
about you, nothing,
you who are often
in philosophy and theology.
I close
my eyes and see you.
I wave
my hands
behind my head and unsee you.
Unfeeling. I move
through you,
my frame framing you. Out
of you, all things begin.
The anticipation is great
at this cusp.
The astronomers
love you, they bang on
and on
about nothing,
the mathematicians
go further than zero
and call...
#identity
#universe
#humankind
#philosophical
#PabloNeruda
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29 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2019 11:46pm
22nd Feb 2019 11:46pm
Love Sonnet (After Neruda)
I do not love you as if you were made of the finest gold
This world has to offer or because your smile can start
A fire. I love you as the darkness desires light and cold
Touches crave warmth. There is something your heart
Always wants; to always be loved in all the right ways
And places without fear of being broken or delicate.
I wish to love the deepest parts of you, not for days
You spent in the summer, but when you felt desolate,
Alone and everyone ignored you when you needed
Love. That is when I will...
This world has to offer or because your smile can start
A fire. I love you as the darkness desires light and cold
Touches crave warmth. There is something your heart
Always wants; to always be loved in all the right ways
And places without fear of being broken or delicate.
I wish to love the deepest parts of you, not for days
You spent in the summer, but when you felt desolate,
Alone and everyone ignored you when you needed
Love. That is when I will...
#love
#inspirational
#sonnet #PabloNeruda
#sonnet #PabloNeruda
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18 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
7th Feb 2019 11:05pm
7th Feb 2019 11:05pm
Sonnet xxvi (Love's Name)
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.’
-Pablo Neruda
Deep in the hollow heart
a flame tries to be born;
it sparks and flickers,
it only thinks of you.
It knows it must be born
for you require its warmth.
It is as a star to those who gaze
at the sky, milky and wide.
It knows its life will be short ...
in secret, between the shadow and the soul
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.’
-Pablo Neruda
Deep in the hollow heart
a flame tries to be born;
it sparks and flickers,
it only thinks of you.
It knows it must be born
for you require its warmth.
It is as a star to those who gaze
at the sky, milky and wide.
It knows its life will be short ...
#love
#PabloNeruda
719 reads
12 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2019 2:24pm
3rd Feb 2019 2:24pm
The Fear ( After Pablo Neruda )
We are not naturally afraid of darkness;
we gestate within it, our eyes unclear
thriving in gelatinous sockets of growth—
it is birth that dilates pupils to fear.
Abuse, its steel toe boot cracking the teeth
of our solar plexus in times of innocence;
adolescence demands our participation—
microscopically studies each breath.
Breaking the spine of nonconformity
fear wills one into a submissive participant;
dominant peers lord over the weak
and life is not lived, but tolerated.
...
we gestate within it, our eyes unclear
thriving in gelatinous sockets of growth—
it is birth that dilates pupils to fear.
Abuse, its steel toe boot cracking the teeth
of our solar plexus in times of innocence;
adolescence demands our participation—
microscopically studies each breath.
Breaking the spine of nonconformity
fear wills one into a submissive participant;
dominant peers lord over the weak
and life is not lived, but tolerated.
...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#childhood
#philosophical
#PabloNeruda
1075 reads
6 Comments
Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2019 9:35pm
2nd Feb 2019 9:35pm
Hearing Nothing In The Snow
It was from an open balcony,
where I saw,
surrounded by
war-torn deserted streets
circling the (ruins of an) arena,
and muffled by a
winter dusting falling
where there was no sky,
muting the
approach of horses.
Black crows perch
on a gentle sway of
each horse’s back, to their
synchronized lockstep,
as mesmerizing
as the brown shirts, who
trot next to a solemn truck
in its slow percussion.
A frail...
where I saw,
surrounded by
war-torn deserted streets
circling the (ruins of an) arena,
and muffled by a
winter dusting falling
where there was no sky,
muting the
approach of horses.
Black crows perch
on a gentle sway of
each horse’s back, to their
synchronized lockstep,
as mesmerizing
as the brown shirts, who
trot next to a solemn truck
in its slow percussion.
A frail...
#dark
#war
#death
#horses
#PabloNeruda
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6 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
1st Feb 2019 5:41am
1st Feb 2019 5:41am
The Scent Of The Night She Was Born
It’s still not too late
as she rises by a hearth
to a knock at the door
this early evening,
carefully wrapping
herself in a long robe
from the night air,
and whoever is there,
so they will think her
a respectable whore.
Yet she sees no one
from a soft light
at the threshold
in the thin clean air
of the Chilean Andes,
with a scent of
cordwood for a fire.
Steps onto the porch,
cane chairs are stacked,
brought to her by men
who buy them from
her as payment.
She is...
as she rises by a hearth
to a knock at the door
this early evening,
carefully wrapping
herself in a long robe
from the night air,
and whoever is there,
so they will think her
a respectable whore.
Yet she sees no one
from a soft light
at the threshold
in the thin clean air
of the Chilean Andes,
with a scent of
cordwood for a fire.
Steps onto the porch,
cane chairs are stacked,
brought to her by men
who buy them from
her as payment.
She is...
#birth
#death
#lover
#memories
#PabloNeruda
765 reads
21 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
1st Feb 2019 00:51am
1st Feb 2019 00:51am
[ CC ] Titanic
Slate grey was the lumbering
leviathan slowly making its way
chameleoned in a lowly mist---
drifting through canal derelict
with madness swirling, thicked
across decked cargo unclaimed
If one were to further inspect
this is what you may have missed
---a behemoth's hull full of sadness
as it meandered unpurposeful---
having nowhere in particular to go
Ghost of a titan long ago
unnamed
...
leviathan slowly making its way
chameleoned in a lowly mist---
drifting through canal derelict
with madness swirling, thicked
across decked cargo unclaimed
If one were to further inspect
this is what you may have missed
---a behemoth's hull full of sadness
as it meandered unpurposeful---
having nowhere in particular to go
Ghost of a titan long ago
unnamed
...
#water
#ghosts
#PabloNeruda
670 reads
4 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 4:32pm
8th Jan 2019 4:32pm
Fog of loss;
That tunnel seemed so dark
the curved ball stoped you in your tracks
Quicksand being where the ground was easily tread
any chinks of light in that dim place;
The candle flickers but won't be doused
small steps of faith come as increments of closure now
The die that is cast of inconsolable malaise
times steadies the hand to find the dawn again
To lift a spirit from its cellar dwelling
the full of disconnected question marks
You somehow brave the incline to the top
and having scaled the...
the curved ball stoped you in your tracks
Quicksand being where the ground was easily tread
any chinks of light in that dim place;
The candle flickers but won't be doused
small steps of faith come as increments of closure now
The die that is cast of inconsolable malaise
times steadies the hand to find the dawn again
To lift a spirit from its cellar dwelling
the full of disconnected question marks
You somehow brave the incline to the top
and having scaled the...
#death
#MentalHealth
#PabloNeruda #grief
#PabloNeruda #grief
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5 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
14th Jul 2016 9:25pm
14th Jul 2016 9:25pm
You must know
You must know there are times
I will not choose you over the poem;
nor your email, text or pouting silence
over the verse;
Bulging zippers will not sway me
nor swollen suitcases by the entrance.
If you want to be first in someone’s life
you must know, it can never be mine.
I'll never be the faithful wife
skinning vegetables at the sink;
a gimlet eye’d grandmother supervising,
starched apron and recipe splayed
submissively across the counter -
contents spooned carefully;
the roast, flayed,...
I will not choose you over the poem;
nor your email, text or pouting silence
over the verse;
Bulging zippers will not sway me
nor swollen suitcases by the entrance.
If you want to be first in someone’s life
you must know, it can never be mine.
I'll never be the faithful wife
skinning vegetables at the sink;
a gimlet eye’d grandmother supervising,
starched apron and recipe splayed
submissively across the counter -
contents spooned carefully;
the roast, flayed,...
#SylviaPlath
#WilliamShakespeare
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#PabloNeruda
2126 reads
54 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
5th Feb 2014 9:34am
5th Feb 2014 9:34am
Ocean
the ocean
will never lie still
her salty breath
moving in and out
sometimes smooth as silk
other times with the rage
of a lion
in calm or storm
we must never doubt
her ferociousness
"i need the sea because it teaches me." Pablo Neruda
will never lie still
her salty breath
moving in and out
sometimes smooth as silk
other times with the rage
of a lion
in calm or storm
we must never doubt
her ferociousness
"i need the sea because it teaches me." Pablo Neruda
#sea
#PabloNeruda
710 reads
4 Comments
Eccentric
Poem Published
20th Mar 2013 9:20pm
20th Mar 2013 9:20pm
~Lacrimat~
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables
I want to touch the fire in the sound:
I want to feel the darkness of the cry.
I want words as rough
... as virgin rocks.” - Verb.”
― Pablo Neruda
It’s a moment when pain and anger settles…
it’s dead weight presses against solar plexus..
trigger’s those spasms from a touch...and memories
of fingers soft as a whisper brings a craving
or this longing to have love near again…
That's when we appear..
When his pleading words become
uncontrollable sobbing….
~freeing~
…...
I want to touch the fire in the sound:
I want to feel the darkness of the cry.
I want words as rough
... as virgin rocks.” - Verb.”
― Pablo Neruda
It’s a moment when pain and anger settles…
it’s dead weight presses against solar plexus..
trigger’s those spasms from a touch...and memories
of fingers soft as a whisper brings a craving
or this longing to have love near again…
That's when we appear..
When his pleading words become
uncontrollable sobbing….
~freeing~
…...
#love
#rain
#PabloNeruda
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9 Comments
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