Best Paulo Poems
The possibility of making a dream come true it's what makes life interesting (Quote by Paulo Coelho)
Our elders say: one more day
to get up is one more day to enjoy.
One more day to get dressed,
to open the window
and watch the beauty around.
Another day of troubles to face,
to struggle, another big mountain to challenge.
A new page to read,
a new program to watch,
a new lesson to learn.
New steps to rehearse in the morning
for the the colossal performance at night.
A dream to fight to wake up all the senses.
Wonderful people you have to meet
makes you forget about
the wrong ones you've met.
What it is written,
sometimes can't be deleted,
but it's always a way to rectify
and start a better story.
Because I live,
I want to shout to the whole world
that I'm alive, that I want to fly.
Because I live,
I am a person that fights everyday with myself,
the monsters inside,
my concerns, my family, my friends, my job,
my what will be the next?
But I am alive,
that's much more that I can ask for.
Something that means
that I still can breath the air,
pulluted, but the one we have.
I can watch the ocean,
the sunsets and the new dawns.
Perhaps my life is not what I expected,
perhaps everything I'm living now
is not as far as I painted when I was starting.
But the years makes you go through unexpected
small roads, that one day
can become highways to run on.
Still young enough, deep inside,
to do many performances.
I choose not to act in the limelight,
but in the right stage
with the spotligh shining on me,
because I live,
and I want to be alive
for the next show to be played.
Categories:
paulo, allusion, best friend, bird,
Form:
Free verse
"Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused. — Paulo Coelho
When first I'd peered into his dark brooding eyes
there was an undercurrent, fathoms deep pulling me in.
A storm brewed inside of me and each time we met
I submitted to my desires and he to his, without regret.
To have denied it would have destroyed us.
He was never mine for the taking
but it was only for him that my heart ached.
We shared a passion, unrestrained— untamed.
We loved with wild abandon.
There was lightning between us.
Thunder roared in my head with each deepened kiss.
I heard it in his breathless sighs—
felt it when his fingertips danced across my skin.
It was a serenade of lovers that we sang together
as if each time was a renewal, an awakening of Spring.
Time rushed in months—years spilled in an hourglass.
The feast is still as sweet, the passion as strong.
We'll not be deprived the love we savor with wild abandon
nor the silent whispers to each other's hearts.
Categories:
paulo, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse
For yesterday is but retention and tomorrow is only a vision
Encouragement is filled with strength and vigor
Love is not easy to anger
Life is not easy and it’s unpredictable
But keep your faith and you’ll be able
It’s not as impossible as it may seem
Believe in yourself and follow that dream
Never lose faith in others
We have to help and love one another
Challenge everything
Never back down to anyone or anything
Perseverance and determination they are one in the same
Inspire to better is the name of this game
Walk by faith not by sight
Keep your head up so it can lead you to walk right
2 Corinthians 5:7 - (For we walk by faith, not by sight:)
“None of us knows what might happen even the next minute, yet still we go forward. Because we trust. Because we have Faith.”
? Paulo Coelho, Brida
Categories:
paulo, faith, inspirational, spiritual, uplifting,
Form:
Rhyme
Paulo Coelho - a great writer
He was not only a writer of faith
But also a pilgrim and alchemist
His words have a message
Messages in which defined a great secret
From the secrets in which transform a person's life with one's own rewards and harmonies
To the secrets in which discovers another person's hidden betrayal
Paulo Coelho - a great writer
He was not only a writer of God
But also an outsider and foreigner
His words have meanings
Meanings in which are defined in a mysterious way
From the path of a fifth mountain and the flowing rivers
Even the path of the desert treasures and a winter's death
Paulo Coelho - a great writer
He was not only a writer of life
But also an warrior and winner
His books have a destiny
Destinies in which are defined in an amazing description
From knowing the battles for happiness and triumphs
To knowing the feelings of a love so deep and forbidden
The legend of his great adventures
The pleasures of enjoying the endless madness
Through the eyes of the thoughtful person
We've come to know the great legend of Paulo Coelho
Categories:
paulo, inspiration, life, people, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Hey man
Why are you always on my mind
Here and there, once again
I can't relax ' cause of you
Hey man
Why are you as hot as that bright light
I feel like that damn butterfly
Attracted by the cruel fire
I'm close to you, my thoughts are full
Of lovely vicious things
We feel it clear, we are almost near
"impress me" is our theme
Hey man
Why are you holding me so tight
You say a word - I have goosebumps
You're so close - I'm passing out
Hey man
Why am I loving you so loud
I use your name as talisman
I dive deeply into your charm
I know that everybody has their own stars*
Their own stars
Their own stars
You are my stars
The universe conspired to help me find us**
Find us
Find us
I've found us
* "The little prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
** "The alchemist" by Paulo Coelho
Categories:
paulo, boyfriend, devotion, funny love,
Form:
Lyric
" We all know fear. But passion makes us fearless."...Paulo Coelho
Let Passion Win
A terrified heart, insecure in the mountain of unknown tomorrow..
Let Passion fly, vanquish and flee the fear of fall.
A whimpering mind, entangled in the ocean of turbulent sorrow...
Let Passion sail, conquer and reign the storm over all.
Dated : 10th January, 2019
"Fear is a slinking cat I find beneath the lilacs of my mind." - Sophie Tunnell
Contest description : A rhyme in four lines saying what the quote means,
Submitted to the "Explaining Sophie" Contest.
Sponsor : Julia Ward
Categories:
paulo, confidence, encouraging, fear, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Wander in my poem,
As if on the beaches of Copacabana.
Lay down on every one of its words,
as if on the warm, hazelnut sand.
Let the sun color your skin
and rest upon your back.
Forget who you are,
as I have been trying to do for so long.
For I have smelled you in my Santos coffee
And heard you laugh in the MPB accordions;
And my sight has never seen a shade of green and yellow
without your ambling silhouette.
Eu te vejo na cada esquina da rua.
What is to be done
when one is so happily wretched?
I write for there is more solace in writing
than in my unsettling contemplation;
For you dwell even in my logic,
Disturbing my every sense,
Disquieting my every silence,
leaving there no logic whatsoever;
My mind like São Paulo in rush hour;
My body in a state that no simile
can ever contain.
As you approach, like Sunday morning tropical rain,
No umbrella to hide under today,
no worthless poetry to write, no imploring words to say;
For my Arab tongue stutters
with Portuguese dismay,
as if censored in another
Freudian dream theory;
For after all,
no one dares to speak of arbitrary passion.
Wander in my poem,
as if on the beaches of Copacabana.
Let my verses melt in desire like moss on a stone.
Let me laugh at myself as I read through them
until this desire ceases to be my own.
Categories:
paulo, lost love, travel, desire,
Form:
Free verse
You call it Israel carelessly
You call it that thoughtlessly
Unquestioning is it okay?
Unnoticing the decay
The strong hold of all the Palestinians
The firm desires it will be free again
Did you see or have you went blind
To all the things they did
To all the slaughter
They have caused
To the destruct of all homes
To the raze of all mosques
To the perish of many souls
Strong great Palestinians
They did not do but stand
Defending their beloved country
They did not do but fight back
For what the Jews did
And you call it
You call it again
Israel…
For if they killed, burned, and tortured
It will never be theirs to own
It will never be theirs to name
It will never, never be theirs to cling too
It has been, is being, and will be
Only Palestine…
Written by: louzana nubani
Dedicated and directed to: Paulo Coelho
Categories:
paulo, introspection, passion, philosophy, places,
Form:
Free verse
skinny children move quickly outliving
the shadow of their slim suicides.
running and skipping they celebrate lent
with
the soles of their feet creating samba
daylight vigil's on every corner.
now the ash of gods presence floats on
the
water through the navel of the city.
the drain pipe priest charge a nickle
for a bottle, over time some called it coca
cola.
but still a dark skinned gutter punk jesus
races
through the broken streets with all the
other
holy youth.
they wear pink and orange flip flop
sandles
annoited to speckled shades of crimson
by
a bleeding grapefruit that gets kicked
through
folded cardboard box goals.
the sun is setting now in the streets of
sao paulo
and in the parks on every bench the old
wait
in their tabernacles of wrinkled days.
They sit quietly to watch the pigeons turn
to gray grail.
With a coronation of lanterns on
their heads in the late evening
they speak parables in such
strange tounges.
Categories:
paulo, allegory,
Form:
"Today don't beg, don't ask, just thank God in silence for all the blessings in your life. Each morning brings a hidden blessing; a blessing which is unique to that day. You deserve all the good things that happen to you."
~ Paulo Coelho
Auspicious azure atoll with augmented aurora
Bounteous bells bringing in buoyant breeze
Chiming cornucopia of coloured circles
Drawing drapes of dulcet dreams in delight
Emanating effervescence of enchanting echoes
Frivolously flying fervent fruits of father's faith
Gratitude garnered graciously in gaiety golden gospels
Humming harmonious hopes of humane harbinger
Iridescent immaculate ink of inbound ideologies
Jubilant jar of judicious joy in juggles
Kernels of kindness kindred in kaleidoscope
Luminescent leaves with lustre of love language
Mother's memoirs of mesmerizing morning mellow
Nurturing nascent nights with neon nuzzles
Opulent overwhelming opportunities of optimism
Pinnacles of permeating pleasure peeking in panacea
Quintessential quilt of quietude quenching quests
Radiant realms of rapport reviving a rhapsody
Soft silver slumber sparkling in sanguine serendipity
Translucent threads of tenacious tangible treasures
Unearthed utopia upholding ushered upbeats of urges
Veracious variance vibrating valiantly in vicinity
Wonderful white wisps of warm whispering waves
Xenon xing from xenial xylophones of xander xenia
Yellow yarns of yonder yesterdays yielding youthfulness
Zooming with zillion zestful zigzags to zealous zenith
July 20, 2020
SHARE YOUR BLESSINGS POETICALLY Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beata Agustin
~Winner: 1st Place
Categories:
paulo, analogy, blessing,
Form:
Abecedarian
Eastertide.
A cloud of polished steel hangs over
The village, hollowed eyed people
Look up to the sky
Where is spring this year?
Like the man on the bridge they can
take no more.
For Paulo, the old carpenter it was
all too much, no wine could still his angst
of not seeing another spring and
his nightly screams echoed till dawn.
Dogs barked his time was over
hanging in the shed between his tractor
and work-bench.
This shook the village out of stupor
No more waiting for what may never come,
a pig was slaughtered its blood an offering
to life itself.
The feast lasted for days.
Categories:
paulo, easter, grief, spring, spring,
Form:
Blank verse
The king of football was born on October 23, 1940 in Tre's Coracoes, Minas Gerais, Brazil
The king of football full name is Edison Arantes do Nascimento
The king of football career started as a teenager by playing for Santos Futbol Clube at 15 years old and Brazil's National Team at 16 years old
The king of football earned the nickname O Reil_ "The King" in Portuguese_ after he won his first FIFA World Cup in 1958
The king of football won his second FIFA World Cup in 1962 followed by his third in 1970
The king of football career is credited for connecting the phrase"The Beautiful Game" with football_ held the Guinness World Record with 1,279 goals in 1,363 appearances.
The king of football after two decades of active sport, announced his retirement from professional international football in 1977.
The king of football went to hospital in November following respiratory infection
The king of football, later got to know that his colon cancer progressing and damaging his other organs
The king of football medical team tried it's best but could not save the athlete's first global icon and he passed away
The king of football Death made social media to be abuzz with tributes
The king of football was admitted at Albert Einstein Hospital in Sao Paulo
The king of football passed away at the age of 82 years
The king of football took his last breath on Thursday, 29th December,2022
The king of football participated in four World Cup and won a record of three World Cups.
The king of football recognised the Lord Almighty each time he spoke about his success
The king of football also acknowledged the efforts of his team mates
The king of football believed his success is a result of family, community and team mates
The king of football have left a great lesson to learn from by younger generations
Categories:
paulo, appreciation, bereavement, celebrity, funeral,
Form:
Elegy
If you're in the Brazilian city of Sao Paulo,
or a little further north in Rio De Janeiro,
there is one important Portuguese word to know.
If Lisbon is where you go,
or if you travel to Oporto,
to thank anyone in these cities, just say "obrigado".
Categories:
paulo, language, travel,
Form:
Monorhyme
Camille Desmoulins was a poet at the time of the French Revolution,
his enthusiastic speeches were practically the trigger for
the inspiring Revolution of other revolutions ... he acted together
to his inseparable friend DANTON in l789:
Every revolution has its day,
every change has its time,
the eld leaves, it has to follow ...
the new always arrives and
installs ... the eld leaves for
its reality, faces the truth
with sadness or gallantry, or
tranquility...
France, cradle of Enlightenment:
Liberté ... Egalité ... Fraternité ...
1789 will be remembered ever
not to forget ... a milestone
of universal history ... 1789 ...
a poet ... a speech ...
Stutterer from birth, Desmoulins
with his geue, his verve ... he preached,
he who had already screamed for
female vote before, preached
for the republic ...
at his side DANTON, companion
from other eras ... in ancient Greece,
prisca eras: Spartacus and his
faithful squire ... through the ages
always together, always companions.
In the passages, noble causes
defended ... came the revolution
in France ... the victory and the guillotine ...
Victory has been achieved, his head
beheaded ...
Today in the present life, Desmoulins
is a journalist in Rio de Janeiro,
Danton engineer in Sao Paulo ...
according to the spiritists ...
Desmoulins spoke and the Bastille
fell ... the king fell ... the republic
arrived in France ...
Today the fight is spiritual, it is for
aggrandizement, development
moral of the human being ... today the
mission is to instruct man to
divine truths, for progress
spiritual...
One day Camille said on occasion
before the scaffold:
EDAMUS ET BIBAMOS CRAS,
ENIN MORIEMUR ...!
PS sugestões Song
Caroline cherie Aznavour
https://youtu.be/lLZq4ZoF7qQ
Categories:
paulo, allusion, history, literature, metaphor,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Behind the polished brass and red cedar
She lifts the florescent bottles and glasses
At her own classy pace
She’s earned that right by now
I understand well
Her beauty a galaxy
Bundled in dark space of the Miami hotel bar
She’ll not be rushed
To chop blend mix slice our Moscow Mules
Folds her arms
Reads the mantle of faces like unfinished portraits
Propped to her easel of cleavage
Makes me read her mind
I like the game
I think she does too
She’s heard a dirty poet’s lonely old thoughts
A thousand times over
At least lust pays attention
Tips well
Passes the night time game of shells
My eyes sit on elbows
Following her Brazilian-French silhouette
Like wind atop the Eifel Tower
Mardi Gras in Sau Paulo
I’d like her to take my hand
For a long autumn walk
To find Jim Morrison’s grave in Pere Lachaise
Ask her name
Strike it like a match
Steal the bourbon
Left on the Lizard King’s sad defiled headstone
Ask her what she really thinks.
Categories:
paulo, appreciation, character, drink, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse