Best Nieve Poems
Der Wind aus Osten
Treibt schon Schnee über das Land
Am späten Herbsttag
The wind from the east
Drifts already snow across the land
At late autumn day
El viento del este
Ya flota nieve a través de la tierra
En un día de otoño
Categories:
nieve, seasonsautumn,
Form:
Haiku
Schneefall / Snowfall / La Nevada (Kintaishi or Kanshi)
Der Schnee fällt wieder
Wo die Natur friert
Dort kehrt Ruhe ein
Wildenten rufen
The snow falls again
Where the nature freeze
There lodges peace
The call of wild ducks
Otra vez cae nieve
Donde la naturaleza congela
Allí aloja la paz
Llamada de patos salvajes
Note: Kintaishi or Kanshi is a Chinese form of poetry an can be written in different not
rhyming lines and syllables e.g. 4 lines with 5,6 or 7 syllables in each line
8 lines with 5 0r 7 syllables in each line
12 lines with 5 or 7 syllables in each line
Categories:
nieve, nature
Form:
Tanka
There was a time I would save
Rain checks for another day
I was sad and really down
Hoping you would be around
When I tried to cash one in
Excuses would begin again
You would leave me far behind
You were too busy to find
Any time to help a friend
Always stranded in the end
By someone I realized
Was a fake and full of lies
Using me when necessary
Always thinking less of me
And our friendship than I did
Keeping his horns fully hid
A devil disguised as an angel
Only being a nice pal
When he needed me to show
Kindness as the days would grow
Into months of being used
Now I'm lonely and confused
How I could have missed the signs
I was nieve trying to find
Someone I could depend on
Now those days are finally gone
Seeing you for what you are
A user of my kind heart
But now you will see how I
Turn it around as you try
Asking for another favor
Leaving you alone I savor
In the glory I am free
From your evil cruelty
Categories:
nieve, feelings, friendship, heartbreak, recovery
Form:
Rhyme
Bola de nieve
Triste boriken
Esperanza de tu
Regreso
De mar y cielo
Mi gente con Dios
Las palmas te
Llaman
Mi musica te canta
A tus playas tan divinas
Los altos del campo
Tamarindo chula
Caminos solo para ti
Nuestro amor
Tomando cafecito *****
Y sonando bajo sombra
De un pino
Bola de nieve
Recuerdos al pasado
En mi cielo de amor
Mi Dulce color
Una epoca en Los
Ayeres de hoy
Volveremos Otra vez
A mi Rincon
Mi India Borincana
Los bohios
De mi gente
Mi familia
Mi Puerto Rico
Tierra Mia..
All rights reserved
A.camacho jr.
1996-2015
Categories:
nieve, beautiful, dedication, longing, spanish,
Form:
Verse
Four letters put together to create one word,
with an impeccable definition.
Love...,
It is a strong word,
Close to the heart, yet
far from the woman you Love.
Butterflies flying, flapping their
orange and white wings in the summer heat.
The butterflies flap, flap their beautiful wings
together in the summertime of Love.
For Love is beautiful, like the summer preludes!
Four letters composed, to a Chopin's masterpiece.
The Romantic pole reaches out, to touch, to hold, to Love.
For these four letters are easy to read
and put together to create a complex concept
with a universal definition.
A four letter word, easy just to say,
but it is harder to show.
For Love is a simple word made up of simple letters,
but a complex meaing that takes most lifetimes to comprehend
and others a short while.
For I've seen hearts broken
and hearts put back together,
with this simple word.
My heart burned, brused, stabbed
knows the dangers of this simple, four letter word.
Love, some think it is a game
to play when you are bored.
Destroying self-esteem of girls,
who are already weak and nieve.
They long for love, but find surrealist dreams,
and see the Man of their dreams slip away in the night.
Gone without a trace.
While she is sucked into false promises,
from simple minded boys,
with only one thing on their mind.
Love..., it is a joke to some.
"I love you," is a laughing stock,
while a slap in the face, and disrespect is in fashion.
Girls, foolish girls walking in lonesome heartbreak,
saying they are in Love.
It is sad to see, and hard to hear, I know it is.
And to me Love is sometimes fair,
and most times a cruel joke.
Love, this four letter word is simple to say, but hard to comprehend.
Love me and I shall take you by the hand
show you caves of mystery,
and skies of grace and meadows, filled with flowers,
dedicated just for you, no one else, but you.
We can make Love on the sandy beaches, under the moonlit sky
under the still stars and shooting ones too.
Have a romantic dinner of oyster-shells and champange and kiss each other,
till we drown in intoxication and fall asleep in each others arms.
huh, Love... A simple, four letter word, that is easy to say,
but even harder to show.
Categories:
nieve, beach, beautiful, butterfly, care,
Form:
Romanticism
My wife and I were virgins very young and Nieve when we met
And our honeymoon was one I still can't forget
I came across a sex manual very cheap in a second hand book shop
Because me and my new wife didn't know what to do
We thought we'd buy it and might learn a trick or two
That night champagne on ice candles and rose petal bed
There was only one thing I thought in my head
She took a shower
For about half an hour
And the room wafted with sweet perfume
She looked so beautiful stood by the door
As all her clothes fell to the floor
What a sweet delight
On our long awaited wedding night
We both got into bed
She looked into my eyes longingly
Lets read the book and find out what to do she said
With a low soft voice get it read.
Well we read the book
Page one
Hold your partner tight kiss her passionately through the night
Page two
Well there must have been a few pages missing no wonder it was cheap
Because the second and last page said
Roll over and say ''that was wonderful darling and light a cigarette''
Then go to sleep in your bed.
Well we were disappointed
Is that it?
Some how
A couple of things didn't fit.
It took us ages with a new sex Manuel we read every night
We finally got there and did it right.
Ooh la la.....
Peter Dome copyright.2014. July.
Categories:
nieve, books, celebration, confusion, cute
Form:
Free verse
Wintereinbruch im Mai / Onset of Winter in May / Comienzo del invierno en mayo
Tanz der Schneeflocken
beim Wintereinbruch im Mai
Scheu eine Amsel
Dance of the Snowflakes
onset of winter in May
a timid blackbird
Danza de nieve
el invierno en mayo
un mirlo tímido
Categories:
nieve, seasonswinter, winter,
Form:
Haiku
Vergossene Tränen, verloren,
versickert in der Vergangenheit
wie Frühlingsschnee
im September
Kein Grab, kein Stein,
für die Erinnerung,
ausgelöscht die Namen,
unvergessen das Leid
Die Birken im Wäldchen
verschlucken sich an dem Licht,
nur die Blätter verdecken die Sonne
mit traurigen Augen
Angst verbreitet sich stumm,
der Abgrund wirkt endlos
am Rand der Grube,
nur stumpfe Augen, nur lautlos die Münder
Die Schüsse verklingen im Tag,
erbarmungslos, das höhnische Gelächter,
aus grauen Uniformen ohne Gesicht.
Kein Vogelgesang, kein Rauschen im Wald
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Poured tears, lost,
deep into the past
like spring snow
in September
No grave, no stone,
for remembrance,
extinguished the names
unforgotten the grief
The birches in the grove
choked by the light,
only the leaves cover the sun
with sad eyes
Fear spreads in silence,
the abyss seems endless
on the edge of the pit,
only dull eyes, only silently mouths
The shots die away in the day,
mercilessly, the disdainful laughter,
from gray uniforms without face.
No bird's song, no rushing in the woods
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Lágrimas derrarmardas, perdidas,
resumarn en el pasado
como la nieve de primavera
en septiembre
Ninguna tumba, ni una piedra,
por el recordatorio,
borrado los nombres,
inolvidado el sufrimiento
Los abedules en el bosquito
se tragaran en la luz
sólo las hojas tapan el sol
con sus ojos tristes
El miedo está extendiendo en silencio,
el abismo se ve infinito
al borde del pozo,
sólo ojos apagados, silencioso las bocas
Los disparos se desvanecen en el día,
sin descanso, la risa burlona de los uniformes grises sin rostro.
No hay canto de pájaros,
ni susurrar en el bosque
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In 1941, Babij Yar near the Russian town of Kiev was the year of death of over seventy
thousand Jews, murdered by the Nazi unit of the SS.
Jevgeni Jevtushenko, the great Russian poet's poem Babij Yar was published in the
"Literaturnaja Gazeta" in 1961.
Categories:
nieve, loss
Form:
Verse
Zu früh gefallen
Der Schnee auf den Bergspitzen
Verhüllt schon das Grün
Der Rauhreif in den Tälern
Bote des frühen Winters
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Too early fallen
The snow on the mountain peaks
Already covers the green
The hoar-frost in the valleys
Messenger of early winter
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Demasiado temprano caído
Nieve en picos de montañas
Ya cubre el verde
La escarcha en los valles
Mensajero de temprano invierno
Categories:
nieve, seasons
Form:
Tanka
Die Schatten der Nacht,
die auf mich wie Blätter fallen,
vergessen im Wind,
verloren wie
Schneehauch am Abend.
Erinnerungen des Tages,
eingefangen
im Netz der Gedanken,
verloren im Unsichtbaren,
verschwimmen mit den Schatten der Nacht
im Nirgendwo.
Zwischen den Tagen
liegt Hoffnung
wie Tau auf den Wiesen.
Zukünftige Zeiten,
ungewiss
wie die Erinnerung,
verlieren sich
zwischen Wind und den Wolken.
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The shadows of the night,
fall on me like leaves,
forgotten in the wind,
lost like
snowy breath in the evening.
Recollections of the day,
caught
in the net of the thoughts,
lost in invisibility,
become blurred with the shades of the night
into nowhere.
Between the days
lies hope
like dew on the meadows.
Future times,
uncertain
like remembrance,
lose themselves
between wind and the clouds.
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Las sombras de la noche,
que caen sobre mí como hojas,
olvidado en el viento
perdido como
soplo de nieve en la tarde.
Recuerdos del día,
atrapado
en la telaraña de pensamientos,
perdida en la invisibilidad
desenfoquen con las sombras de la noche
en la nada
Entre los días
está esperanza
como rocío sobre los prados.
Futuros tiempos,
incierto
como la memoria,
se pierden
entre el viento y las nubes.
Categories:
nieve, time
Form:
Prose Poetry
Die weissen Kirschblüten
Fallen im leichten Windgesang
Wie Schnee auf den Weiden
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White cherry blossoms
Falling in a soft breeze of songs
Like snow on the meadows
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Blancas flores del cerezo
Callendo en brisa suave de canciones
Como nieve sobre los pastos
Categories:
nieve, nature
Form:
Haiku
Atacama, edén del viento,
flor de piedras solitarias y del salitre,
hogar de flamingos y de géyseres,
y sobre todo,
bajo de un cielo azul y profundo
llevan las montañas sus copas de
hielo y nieve en el ritmo del día.
Los pueblos nos cuentan sus historias,
Toconce, Toconao, Chiu-Chiu,
llevan en sus quebradas
la vida, dulce,
agua que viene del fondo
de la tierra y que deja crecer hortalizas y flores.
Chiu-Chiu oasis en el desierto,
como una mancha verde,
rodeado por ruinas de una vieja historia,
de colores naranja, rojo y marrón,
empotrado en la espuma frágil de sal y esperanza,
la historia atacameña
aún viviendo en en su iglesia,
en los fragmentos de la cultura antigua,
reflejadas en los aguas del Río Loa.
Más como hormigas – muy lejos
y esparciada en la luz vibrada
algunas vicuñas buscan
tranquilidad y forraje
y los géyseres del Tátio envían
sus aguas calientes al aire fresco y puro.
Que paciencia tiene la Atacama,
con nosotros – los esclavos de un tiempo moderno
con deseos a un paraiso,
con la cara ambigua de historia y de esperanza.
Salar de Atacama, muestrame tu cara débil y seca,
tus arrugas y tu soledad.
Más allá al fondo una sierra de volcánes,
el predominante Lincancabur
con su muchila de cristales y hielo,
que lleva su grandeza hacia un cielo
de colores de lapizlázuli y de ágatas
claras.
Categories:
nieve, history
Form:
Free verse
linda puts on her lipstick and brushes her blond hair
pulls up her garterbelt and g-string underwear
a black mini skirt and a shirt with no bra
he buys her condoms and sends her off onto the night
to the streets of new york linda finds her way to the track
smiling and waiving to the tricks as they wave back
horns blow people scream police riding around
pimps on the prowl in search of their next ho
slow money causes problems so linda gets desperate
tells the trick she'll cut him a deal for a date
little linda so young and nieve has no idea whhat this trick has in mind
he pulls out a gun and points it in her ribs
tells her not to scream and do what hs says
he drives for an hour and leaves linda to wonder
finally pulling into an empty parking lot
linda knows whats next so she takes off all her clothes
hoping if she abides he'll let her go
he rapes her over and over leaving nothing to spare
stripping away what little dignity linda has left
leaving her in a pool of swet and busted nuts
he tells her to get dressed and to never say a word
with that it was all she heard
he takes her back to the place it all began
linda jumped out the van and ran as fast as she could
her pimp finally finds her all soiled and a mess
without hesitation he strikes her to the ground
the beating continued in front of everyone
what a way to end her night raped and beaten down
linda crawls away to the comfort of her hotel room
hoping and praying that the night was over for good
she jumped in the shower and cleaned her wounds
scrubbing away the blood and semen that painted her little body
linda lies down to rest and tries to forget what occured
this is the only life she knows and with it comes good and bad
tomorrows another day
Categories:
nieve, lifenight, night,
Form:
My mask I wish to always wear,
My mask I will never let go of as long as I am here,
Please dont look behind the mask,
Fory true self I wish never to bear.
We all have our own msk to wear, to hide our true selves from those whp seek to judge,
We want to hide our imperfections, our deep dark feelings from deep inside our soul,
I walk around this uncertain world, cruel, nieve, world of society,
We all just go about our daily lives, but I cant stand to unmask myself,
For I know whats really underneath my mask,
And there it will forever remain, because I feel safe inside my mask,
BECAUSE I HAVE SEEN AND HEARD all of societys laughs...
We liive in this world where appearance is everything,
To be silent in words, there is still nonverbal language being heard, seen,
So I am being ridiculed at all ends, why should I speak?
My mask hides my face, my body is mine to scone....
Categories:
nieve, betrayal, corruption, courage, feelings,
Form:
Ballade
I've tried to tamper with such precious time
Looked forward and back with open eyes
I wonder about the day I'll die
Will there be rain or shine?
Maybe both, maybe none
As I speak another life has begun
Wish them luck as they carry on
Bewildered within these starry nights
I thought of time when I have lied
Oh such precious time
It flies
(im sleeping outside)
Signs and dreams lead me to believe
That somehow, some way
I'll be something great
Do I choose to be nieve?
They'll never know
Do I choose to be so weak?
It'll never show
(I'll be sleeping outside)
Love is such a clishey it seems
Something I could only see
Her eyes drew us in like summer heat
Cupids arrows were made of clay
Oh yes I've longed for this day
I knew I wasnt lying anymore
(I always sleep outside
where the weather is nice
I can feel everything for what it's worth
dont give me signs or written lines
give me your solid words)
Categories:
nieve, childhood, confusion, dedication, devotion,
Form:
Lyric