Portuguese Poems - Poems about Portuguese

...National day 25 of April Portugal's national day It so happened my ship, birthed that day a night Lisbon didn't sleep Great Jubilation whores gave their wares for free thieves didn't steal ......Read the rest...

... Sunrise and already the water is being seared with a glow as if under a grill. You can feel the heat building in the morning air, the sand still warm from yesterday. The tide has left......Read the rest...

... The Head of Spanish Geese couldn’t find a single Portu-geese Even the prettiest of ‘Pretty Pleases’ Couldn’t persuade those geeses ~ to renew their visas ......Read the rest...

...63 The noises of Paris There comes an age and wisdom, When it is more interesting To listen to Shostakovich’s symphony number five, Than to be interested in the noises of Paris, Th......Read the rest...

...Philippines, my country of birth, one of the countries in Southeast Asia. It is an archipelago or group of islands, with more than seven thousand islands. Luzon, the largest island in the north......Read the rest...

...A Warped Tree Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew on Facebook or Twitter the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collect......Read the rest...

...Merry Christmas, my poet friends Nicaraguans or Spanish May God love you tomorrow, That cats purr in front of the tree, American or Iranian, Portuguese That Santa drops off gifts In your shoes ......Read the rest...

...Antonio Lobo Antunes Writes a chronicle, which he claims is about Nothing that, for us, ( Nothing ) encompasses a mountain of words reflecting the need of the needs ofman Antonio protested again......Read the rest...

...I dained that I'd distress the Dutch, Refrain the French with such - and - such. 'Gainst Germans I'd my victory forge, Churchillian chants in Cheddar Gorge. Send Poles packing from our building......Read the rest...

...Morning Thoughts Sunday morning, heavy mist clings to the building the bay of Cascais is shrouded as a grief-striking widow inaudibly her sigh, but her eyes are still sea green Ten days ago, ......Read the rest...

...On the way to Porto for a week's holiday, we drove through a pine forest a man planted forest the way each stood at a respectful distance from each other A year later in high summer, the forest to......Read the rest...

...Twins 40 years ago I let go of the twin that lived inside of me My twin was a nice person and feared upsetting anyone hence he had no opinion relying on me being called unpleasant names. He wa......Read the rest...

...Brownian motion writ large... within small medium as light brainstorm doth hail forth the following poem. Across the realm of gray matter slowly percolating within tissue composed of neuron......Read the rest...

...In my mind's eye I see this incredible vision that would make a beautiful African painting. Perhaps I shall try to make it real. I dedicate this poem to the women of Africa. Be inspired by Archan......Read the rest...

...The white tribe In Europe and in other countries, with sizable white populations, the worry is, are the white becoming a minority? It used to be easy, the white were the English, Scottish, and, ......Read the rest...