Short Ernesto Poems
Short Ernesto Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Ernesto by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Ernesto by length and keyword.
E-rase
R-ainy
N-ight
E-xpecting
S-un
T-o
O-pen
C-ool
E-arly
R-ays
E-ndorsing
Z-enith
O-pportunity
Topic: Birthday of Ernesto L. Cerezo, Jr (September 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-agerly
R-ead
N-ifty
E-xpression
S-o
T-he
O-pen
T-hinking
R-eally
I-dentifies
N-iceness
I-n
D-elightful
A-crostic
D-enotation
Topic: Birthday of Ernesto DJ Trinidad (January 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-ssential
R-egards
N-icely
E-mploy
S-ensible
T-opic
O-f
V-erse
E-xpressing
R-emarkable
Z-est
O-f
S-ublime
A-crostic
Topic: Birthday of Ernesto Verzosa (December 28)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Ernesto
Immigrant, friend, poet, dreamer
Native son of Solano, Nueva Vizcaya
Lover of haiku, senryu and chicken barbecue
I feel happy, with my life; sad, when one’s loss; angry, when betrayed
I fear snakes, dark, and crowded places
I would like to visit Canada, America and Australia
Legal resident of Athens, Greece
Santiago
The story of revolution
the glory of Che
The fury of wander
a doctor’s foray
Silver spoon of his birth
the high noon of choice
A tune peasants cling to
that force in his voice
Daring insurrection
then falling from grace
Each stalling acceptance
a rebel’s embrace
His legend in khaki
a friend to the weak
Unbending in spirit
— both joyous and bleak
(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
Our life--
in a poetic form
follows
certain rules,
such as
the do’s
and don’ts
of love,
and the color scheme, also, applies;
as Ernesto P. Santiago wrote that “in man's
existence, the most essential thing is love, which
often goes along with the essence of maturity,
and it’s certainly best showed with
infinite sweetness,
the lushness of heart,
written in red, the color of blood, of which is life.”
My wonderful family,
God saved in disguise, gifted mother nature,
Michael Jackson altered and awoke my genes,
Rabindranath Tagore provided an insight into survival,
Leonardo Da Vinci killed my inquisitiveness,
Ernesto Che guevara convinced me “I'd better die standing than live on my knees”,
Kurt Cobain showed there was something in the way,
Enigma took me to utopia,
In books I found solace,
In ordinary people I found the meaning of extraordinary,
Eyes reflecting soul of emotions.
I saw your grandmother
in an old black and white photo
it was in a silver frame,
she was buck naked in a Buick,
I thought: 'Hey you.’
I saw you on a
`who's your baby-daddy' show
you were in the audience;
you had a pic of the killer
Ernesto (Che) Guevara
on your T,
he looked like me
and I said, ‘Hey you.’
Behind old photographs
all our secret lives
remain radioactive.
At the funeral home
I watch you enter the flames,
saw silver frames melting
and I thought: ‘Hey you.’