Porto Poems - Poems about Porto

Lisbon and Porto lights, and fado

How beautiful and discreet, this port, at night,
When you listen to fado, come that voice, Misia
It becomes deep and mysterious, sonorous,
Its numerous lights are warm as wool.

How enchanting this port, at night, o night
Between the sea and the starry sky that sleeps,
Its illiterate cranes are so stupid, yes,
Yet they really know the pain of the

Categories: porto, appreciation, city, stars,
Form: Free verse

travel to Porto

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 took fire and
when flames met on the road, cars were trapped and many people, and families, died in

Categories: porto, adventure, age, anti bullying,
Form: Blank verse

Porto Vecchio, Julien Dore's Song Translated By T Wignesan

« Porto-Vecchio », song by Julien Doré

(Note : If there’s a melody that can slither/sail past the ear-drums imperceptibly and settle permanently in the hypothalamus, this’s it. The sustained tempo in a low key and the husky but soothing and infinitesimally modulating whispered tones of the songster set in a tropical town on a promontary

Categories: porto, loneliness, sad love, song,
Form: Lyric

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Porto

Porto 

I have lived in Algarve for many years, yes plenty of sunshine
but its people have an African conception of time, 
whether this is caused by arrogance or lack of knowledge
I will not speculate to know anything about.
Last year I went for a week, holiday in Porto and fund to
my surprise people who looked at

Categories: porto, angel, beautiful, beauty, culture,
Form: Blank verse

Porto Alegre

Darkness she’s bridling my thoughts.
Nightmare she is heaving the ropes.
My passions they are going astray.
Breaching the moral banks.

Whose currents I cannot steer.
Without the guidance of sense.
But the tides are so strong .
They can surely drag you along.

Towards shallow and murky waters.
Where rocks and reefs can damage,
your hull of human spirit.
And once the hull is ruptured.
It’s

Categories: porto, emotions, inspirational, life,
Form: Free verse

Porto Night

From door to door until the light,
players cruise the Porto night.
Endless streams of cat dance haze,
private like their secret stays.

Loose and warm and smooth and sweet,
magic merges into body heat.
Oxana dances on her private stage,
Daniella lures them into her cage.

The Porto river pulls out to sea,
and drains the anger out of me.
The music flows into

Categories: porto, business, night,
Form: Sonnet

Catholic Mass In Porto

Catholic Mass in Porto 
Sunday evening in Porto my wife went to mass while I sat in 
the park opposite admiring the grand architecture built in 
honour of a God. Got restless and walked into the church to 
see what was going on. It was a titanic church with a roof
that stretched all the way

Categories: porto, celebration, journey, religion,
Form: Sonnet

Leaving Porto

Leaving Porto 
It is six o´clock in the morning a woman is cleaning 
the pavement outside a bank, and the café across 
my hotel has just opened. I drink strong coffee and
eat a toast there. Only few people about except for
middle aged women on their way to a cleaning job
in an office or bank, work

Categories: porto, community, eulogy,
Form: Sonnet

Omnia Mea Mecum Porto

Bias, one of the Seven, take up neither (when the Persians arrived) an arm
such glorious like the Seven for Thebes, 
nor a book full of wisdom of now.
No.
There is a talk he said, “Omnia mea mecum porto”,
as every beggar says and left (in 
hidden) 
the burning and in ruins turned town. 
There is a talk

Categories: porto, philosophy
Form: Free verse