Short Rimbaud Poems

If I'd been embraced
I wouldn't write like I do;
I would feel loved.
I'd be complacent like you.

But that's not my fate.
I am burned in the fire
and when you ignore me
the flames keep burning higher.

So please, by all means continue,
leave me alone.
Go ahead. Watch me.
Watch me burn down to the bone....

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As a young man,
I was always obsessed
By melancholy,
I saw deep sadness 
As glamorous and romantic,
The quality 
That so tormented my heroes, 

Such as Arthur Rimbaud,
Sergei Esenin,
And Montgomery Clift.
But it's not...
It's not remotely romantic,
When you yourself are adrift, 
And weighed down by a multitude of woes....

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As I reach my hand twords the light, I see you. I feel you. You must see me too, my love.
Its almost as if your still here.
You we're the one person that mde me feel, the one person I could rely on when I was in need.
And I killed you.
I shot you.
I shot and killed the one person who could make me feel like an actual person.
My dear Rim, I'm sorry. I'm sorry....

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I am chasing the rainbow
Without sky and clouds.

I am chasing  my life, 
The wonderful smile and the saddest one.

I am chasing the hardship
My green mint poem, 
My vanilla drawing,  
The path of Arthur Rimbaud, and 
Les Miserables: 
My Gavroche, 
My Jean Valjean, and 
My Cosette Eileen.

I am chasing the rainbow
And it turned out
It is between my smile and my chin....

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Linha

Desde sempre
o sucesso, 
isso a que damos 
o nome de sucesso, 
como todas 
as coisas deste mundo, 
não conhece a linha reta. 

Para chegar ao sucesso
pense em conhecer pessoas.
o que é que fazem bem, 
o que gostam de fazer, 
o que elas precisam 
obter das suas ocupações.

Se lembre que até 
Rimbaud 
Antes de ser 
traficante de café 
armas e marfim na África, 
foi poeta em Paris....

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O sucesso

 isso a que damos o nome de sucesso, 
como todas as coisas deste mundo, 
não conhece a linha reta. 

Para chegar ao sucesso
Pense em conhecer pessoas.
O que é que fazem bem, 
o que gostam de fazer, 
o que elas precisam obter das suas ocupações.

Se lembre que até 
Rimbaud 
Antes de ser 
traficante de café armas e marfim na África, 
foi poeta em Paris. 

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Awake from a slumber
Raise head above parapet.
You then stand stock-still, a sad
Sorry being. 

Live your days
And soon months as a shadow.
An unreachable figure.

Why speak? You're not profound
Do not dream as a Rimbaud,
Or long for a Verlaine.
It's the ending you fear.

That time passed speaks off a yearning
And wallowed in romance. Love becomes
A strange thing that twists and cuts.

For what we call love 
Is but the shudder of lust 
On any youth's shoulder....

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