Short Neruda Poems
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P Neruda 100 love sonnets xvii
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I thought I was a poet
Until I read
What you wrote
But now I know
That I am just a shadow
Of a reflection
In a mirror
This Chilean gem
Twentieth century joy
So influential...
His styles were vast
Much more than just a poet, was
Pablo Neruda...
P-oets
A-re
B-est
L-overs
O-f
N-ature
E-xpressing
R-hyme
U-nder
D-ivine
A-lmighty
Topic: Poet (Pablo Neruda)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
P-erfect
A-crostic
B-ecomes
L-ovely
O -de
N-icely
E-xpressing
R-ighteousness
U-nder
D-idactic
A-dmonition
Topic: Poet (Pablo Neruda)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Words found him
While the wind was playing
While the rain was crying
While the sea was singing
And the light was coming
Out of the Chilean sky
Opening his infinite eyes
And poems arrived
P-oet
A-lways
B-rings
L-iterary
O-bjective's
N-ifty
E-xcellence
R-ighteously
U-sing
D-ivine
A-ptitude
Topic: Birthday of poet Pablo Neruda (July 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Not
Only
A
Poet
A
Diplomat
A
Political
Figure
But
Also
A
Nobel
Prize
Winner
For
His
Literature
Ladies
And
Gentlemen
Let's
Give
A
Big
Applause
For
Mr
Pablo
Neruda
Ricardo wrote poetry with much flair
the literati later,were to declare
One hundred love sonnets we now see
and essay "Toward an Impure Poetry”
Plus the honour of a Nobel prize winner chair
A consecutive (see Aug 27)'Neruda' poetic (rather proving plus ca change.plus la meme chose) so clearly selected by some automatic process..so a similar comment! ...a short poem put into words as a 'love letter' today but.. still in shapeless irregular lines .
Lovers mix feelings
between kisses, beds
and bread ...
your presence
in front of me
would be enough
to be blessed
forever.
If i could only be the sailor.
of your love... if i were
one of those who arrive
kiss and depart.
That would be enough for me ...!
Ricardo wrote poetry with much flair
the literati later,were to declare
'Twenty Love Poems & A song of Despair'
And his 'Residence on Earth'
a Nobel prize to reflect their worth.
Inspired by Raul's photo contest
Pablo Neruda(Nefttali Ricardo Reyes y Basulato) diplomat/poet of the Chilean left
Take me. . . Float me. . .
to your Macchu Picchu.
Swirl me with your images surreal.
Show me nights, like those where stars shine blue
and she is not with you. . .
so I might feel
that beauty born “between the hill and river”
and the loneliness your saddest poems reveal.
A stroll on the high rise of men’s wall
The heart steadily depicts the mind’s fall
Built of mind to suppress
Within__ wickedness nests
One soul contemplates the mind’s gall
In honor of Pablo Neruda(Poet, diplomat, and politician)
For Contest: Pablo Neruda
Sponsored by Raul Moreno
Placed #10
Were I Frost, or Neruda ,
ambitious words to love define
would drench my page.
But the haze that veils
as a shutting door, a wordless voice,
leaves Love's pleasure, and Love's pain
without me to explain.
Yet be assured of this,
had I them they would be yours
expressed cheek to cheek
and dear to dear.
You never could
tame my spirit
you ravished my mind
trailing lips of Neruda
peeling my clothes off
your teeth slowly
found your way
and gripped the edge
of nirvana
slide my passion
to the floor
feel the air pulse
with fevered fingers
and as your
inhibitions release
onto a plateau of being,
take one breath to Ecstasy
Neftali the Great
Engaged in many careers
Ready to write for "La Manana"
Until he was forced to go into hiding
Day after day, being protected by suppourters and fans. Then
At last, he was able to leave, but in exile.......
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This is an informational piece for Raul Moreno's "Pablo Neruda" contest.
You’re not wrong about love
You almost broke my parents apart
My mom read your words and decided to leave some in return
Were sorrowful words erotic in nature
It ensued pain in her heart
If only your words laid serene on the page and in her ears
Las Chilenas, have opposed your lines Neruda
Dimension shifts in your favor when you decide to not abandon those you
love
i wish i could write a poem utilizing symbolism
it escapes me
it escapes me amidst the din
it escapes me amidst the clamor
it escapes me against racing bipolar mind
racing thoughts of self esteem
of crushing sense of sensibility
of world feeling crushed
i wish i could write all these things
i wish i could write like lorca
lorca escapes me
whitman escapes me
neruda escapes me
all i have left is me.
Buson had his comb
and Pound, his blackened bough.
But I am no poet.
I do not rage. Rage
is not for me.
Inspiration does
not peer through my ribs.
I cannot talk of Michelangelo
Or tell of Grecian Urns. No,
Ozymandias has not looked upon
My works.
What I write will not
Stand up with the greats
Sadly, I am no
Neruda, Poe, or Yeats.
I just spend my time
Reading The Rime
And failing to create.
We thought we have two lives,
Al least one real, today none is real.
Apocalypses in the Bible, it was a human episode.
But now a different disaster.
In my mind, only digits I can see,
No birds, no roses, no trees, no fathers, no mothers.
Towns that are not towns.
Urgently, I need to skype Mayans and
Neruda: Is so happens, I am sick to be a man.
The center is an absence, of a point, of infinity.
We need presence.
A fragrance, the tangy dagger
of plums down a road,
sugary kisses on teeth,
juices of life, seeping through fingers,
in sweet ripening flesh,
of meadows, haystacks, the hungry
hiding places in vast houses,
of long forgotten mattresses, wild green valley
glanced from aloft, through a secret window:
all of adolescence burns and drowns,
like a lamp dying down in rain.
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February 21, 2017
The tree is here, still, in pure stone,
as cold as the night that has found me alone
No glory to crown, no branch to bend down
No cradles for sparrows to shelter their young
Not even one leaf to drift in the wind---
Mourning the death, hear the nightingale's song
_______________________________
Carrie Richards 7/26//15
For Nette's Contest: Complete These Lines"
The tree is here, still in pure stone ....Pablo Neruda