Best Saudade Poems

To think again of what could have been;
Those painfully painless imaginative dreams of cloudless days
with winds whispering love's scent through new spring clover,
of walking barefoot through the glistening cool of morning dew,
listening endlessly to the song of your laugh.
If this is all I will have...

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It's been eons since
Life took us in diametrically different directions
Yet melancholic memories of you
Still bloom in my mind like a flower, filling me with glee

Our fleeting union, I'll forever treasure.  It's strange 
Grieving the loss of what might've been. Notwithstanding  
The brevity of...

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"The Saudade Receiving"



Alate
Epiphany
God is a Child

Innocent
Protected
Untouched

Reverent 

Purity 
Pillaged
Hurt Heart

Broken Trust

Angered
All forgiving
Guarding 

Children
of Parents
of Children

Saudade

Light
Love
Us

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
LUX VITAE
Christmas 2020



Matthew 18:1-3
3 John 1:4




432hz - Carbon Based Lifeforms
https://youtu.be/d1a8BTt0-wM













adj. Alate

Saudade
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saudade

432hz
https://attunedvibrations.com/432hz-healing/...

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"Saudade is a pleasure you suffer, an ailment you enjoy." ~ Manuel de Melo

I sit in our room and think of you,
ponder your framed, steady gaze,
touch the circle on the wall
where you placed your head
during those days of propped pillows,
watching the Discovery Channel in bed.
You...

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                            The day you died, I died with you
         ...

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Saudade for friends I have lost

as I get older
I lose more people
every year

more people I knew
have died moving on 
and I mourn their lost friendship

wished I had been 
a better friend for them
and knew them better

and with the corona virus
spreading around the world
I will lose...

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Saudade  act 1

 It's my heart 
 Fell right beside me 
 Left behind
 These see-through eyes bleed
 Hurts so bad
 This pain screams ANGRY
                   ...

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sometimes
in my world of make~believe
with cuts so deep
sew
stitch
still bleed
Swimming in my wildest dreams
I'm drowning drowning 
blood bath scene
Obscene
I fiend
So obscene 
Sellfish Fiend
And these cuts 
  Oh these cuts
So strange is
  Romance

It's my heart fell right beside me
Left behind 
You despise me
Kill Joy for...

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My heart felt old; I sought the cold.
Canada’s land was what I planned.
Among trees grand and far inland
To dance my sad brand of sarabande.
Yet precious moments come when joy flowers,
Far briefer than Four-O’clocks,
As resurrected visions composed of spectral smoke,
Reignite our love in brief rapture; abruptly...

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Saudade acT III

Eyes sewn shut
Can't see you hide me
Hurts so bad
This pain screams 
     "Hate me?!!!"
Angry for this hate
You made me
Made me hate this life
     "Berate me!!!"
Penetrate
You mastuerbate me
A loVe so sicK
     \\\Sew...

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Writing
you

a word
a letter

A message
a longing

A search
a view

A feeling
a way

A promise
a hope

You
will stay...

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All those talks we had, your breath smoky.
All those plans we had to someday meet.

And then I felt the fear turning my legs icy
while we climbed toward the sky’s craggy peaks.

Were you safe didn’t matter compared to gloom
and encapsulating castle with weird turrets.

I knew you...

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Saudade

At night I lay awake to watch the 12 o'clock show. 
It's not that I want to, my brain is conditioned to do so. 

As the audio and visual begin to play, 
A technicolour title appears; Saudade 

From 12 to 2, the show usually runs....

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I Remember the mountains and  sea. While we stood close on the praia and your lips like sweet abacaxi, fueled our passions and desires. When you took me by the hand, in an instant, my heart was yours and no matter how far we're...

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His eyes on me were dark and bright.
Two burning coals, they pierced my soul.
My lover, my once-upon-a-time bright flame!
How fiercely we burned into each night. . .
those long delicious nights when youth
was as sweet as wine
and fresh like a blood red rose newly bloomed.

Yet how...

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