Poems on Pablo Neruda Published by Members Recently Online
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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
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
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
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
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
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
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