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Best Poems Written by Marcos Vinicius

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I Can'T

How much disgust I have for myself,
Thinking that I can rise in this world of talented people, 
Or sometimes feeling like them, gifted, great, saved… full!
How foolish… I am, stupid, repetitive, insufficient,
Doing nothing, to go nowhere.
 
Why, why, why, why…………..
So tired, restless, no worth,
Ah, I, sleep, in tears, weep.
Getting good, understanding myself, falling again: I can't.

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She

How common is to bury me in the sands of time?
A missing dime,
A memory that was torn.
With much one comes, and most gets lost in the sandstorm.
The camel you came,
The family who gave you a name, 
The companions who you played the game.

When the blizzard ends
One tends
To find a new place,
A new ace.
The wind never totally calms, 
But at least you can take your palms
Off your tired face…

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The Symbol, the Flower

Where do roses bloom…?
Somebody asked to whom.
A lake beside a mountain,
A rose there is frightened.

The smell of roses spread.
Where do roses bloom…?
Many of them are in my bed,
Waiting to see you naked in front of the moon.

Your body, uncountable times a have seen,
But, your soul is always within.
Where do roses bloom…?
Your love fades away in the afternoon.

Because you can't be mine,
This world is an outline
Of feelings that vanished too soon.
Where do roses bloom…?
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This flower is often a symbol,
But all those who try to understand it,
Can't comprehend it,
Because love and knowledge are not ours; they are too nimble.

The breeze of life carries nothing.
Its wind bears no misfitting.
It is calm and troubleless,
No one or nothing receives a second guess.
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Where do roses bloom?
Thus answered whom:
“Does not matter where they bloom,
It is and will be.
Of nothing it is in need,
So, be you. I will be me.
All requirements we meet.
Life only until the unavoidable doom”.
IV
Roses here do not bloom.
Sadness roam…

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My Windown's View

Look at the sky of blues!
It's dyed with green, purple, red, azure; gray.
Uncountable hues,
Inmensurable fray.

Rubble at its vicinity.
Old forgotten star.
Cobble spread far: humanity(vanity).
In the suburb of the galaxy, a scar.

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And Nothing More

In the beauty of the sea, nothing fantastic I see.
Everything, even love, is simple to me.
In my soul, I live low since I cannot transcend the door
Of who I am, to become what I stand for.

To want, be it plenty or plenitude:
Too exorbitant to want.
Complex feelings are meaningless: to this not be they effortless could,
The way all should, as the world does not desire and is still abundant.

Describing me, thou say: “A primrose by the river’s brim
A yellow rose was to him.
And nothing more.”

And this is thy answer: “yes, and then you wonder: What does he think about everything?
What do I think?...this in my memory is dim.
If I were ill, I would have the will to reason the thing I try to ignore.”
                                      And nothing more

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A Ringing, Some Dots

The fondness
Of the echoing
And endearing ring
Of sadness.