Rio Poems - Poems about Rio

on and on and on we climbed on painted horses we hitched a ride on a conga line rode on the luggage collection airport rides watched the slide-show cycles on endless repeats for life's a carousel of roundabouts on those merry-go-rounds, on and on, on and on, with no beginning, end or meaning, spinning not to heaven, nor hell, dream on ...

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The nights near your endearing, deep cocoa skin, Silently, splendiferous, in this, sensitive , Spring we revel in. Samba music fingers, paint energetic dancers on the Spring walls, Lost in the beckoning and hypnotically, loves’s, passionate night call. You quiet my soul, with your tender, intoxicating, loving tenacity, And create sweet hours, revelling in our world to poetic capacity! ...

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Lyric Clouds drifts The river rolls Along the bank In beauty I roam A sunbeam drifts A lite morning mist Touching the hills As my spirit drifts Of all creation I accept a gift Only for me From nature I sip Looking around Emerald hills confess A flourishing love Within God's nest Flowers announce The coming of spring As Winter waves goodbye The birds begin to sing White clouds drift along the...

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Ah, I remember those smashing days when I was dancing till dawn! Refusing to be a workforce pawn. It left no lines, but painted a smile on my face! I enjoyed the joy, the people-peppered life. Marvelously, frenzied, frenetic pace. Being wild,did agree with me. Life, for me, was so far, far more wondrous, Than a posh,expensive, one- time cruise at sea. Confetti-like, touching...

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She shimmers in the sun, she's onyx in eventide, Rio Grande. She can be waters of a new horizon, or a river of Death. Swimming in desperation, mothers, fathers, wanting coveted freedom for their children to live in USA- a divided nation, for an education, a chance, to be enfranchised. Men, women, children have drowned, returned to God. But their dreams didn't perish in this waterway. They're living in another family landing on shore in uncertainty. Where does...

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I miss my Rio and own behalf but it's not from any river, but rather from the unusual bay, How nostalgic I cry and laugh... From the mountains monuments, extraordinary division of the city, between frights and sweet moments, between beauty and necessity... Naturally blissful, blessed, by an exuberant geography and a cultivated architecture, In Rio, the carioca displays euphoria of a contagious wealthy life, sambando...

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Under the bridge in Del Rio are stopped, stuck, stationed Thousands of migrant Haitians, not Ukrainians Frankly, if they were the latter, they wouldn’t be sanctioned Detained, abased, mistreated and deported like Haitians Like herds of cattle to detention centers in Mexico or in their Homeland It’s asinine, sad, odious, and repugnant to see the barbaric treatments And humiliations inflicted on...

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Rio Na verdade existem pessoas que bebem profundamente do rio da sabedoria, outras, apenas gargarejam. As pessoas que bebem do rio da sabedoria apreciam a vida e fazem sempre mais e mais....

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Color and Passion Oh, how I love both color and fashion. Carnival in Brazil is my passion.. ...

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Zuzuangel, dances the dazzling streets of Rio. Her red hair, shines in the moonlight. Attracting only the finest to her. She wears studded gold sandals, those sexy feet, cannot stop dancin to the Jobim, Bossa Nova Beat. The outside cafes, the weather divine, This is Zuzu’s time to be out and about, plus to radiantly shine. Her inner-soul, you see, has...

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Carnival of Rio in poverty and laughter people celebrate...

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“Wrongs” A million feet marching A million feet bleeding A million feet searching Marching for life Bleeding from war Searching for beds What is this for? They have nothing left Why did they lose? The sun no longer shines There are earthquakes, floods and fires. There are wars, crime and hate A million...

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Mom asked to buy fresh slaughtered chicken it was 45 degrees and in a hurry to quicken bought it. put in trunk, went to the bar with friend time passed, I drank a lot you imagine the end chicken in the trunk "mom, brought it roasted instead"...

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Third grade is going nuts with excitement. Their exuberant joy is beyond normal, urged on by a video cartoon. Star of the show is a sassy talking blue parrot. Six to eight of the louder eight-year-olds are yelling now. It is their lunch time. Guess who their supervisor is. I forgot how young they are. They bray like crazed donkeys over...

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The beauty you see in the most amazing dreams That’s the kind of beauty I find in your eyes A special shade of blue God only gave to you With a smile brighter than the summer sky I pray you never lose the love waiting within you May you spread it far and wide to the world The smile on your...

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