Poems on Pablo Neruda Seeking Honest Critique
#PabloNeruda
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
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
1147 reads
6 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
598 reads
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
2218 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
760 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
848 reads
9 Comments
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