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Henrique Pileggi Poem
The sharp blade rips my soul
Handled by my masterpiece
My compass in the middle of the Sahara
And the flame of my bonfire in the harsh winter
I'm an experienced soldier, I've been through this before
And the seed with decades of effort?
It was planted in a rocky soil
Copyright © Henrique Pileggi | Year Posted 2023
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Is it dead or broken?
Two batteries, new...
I'm holding a lifeless body
I want... I need this to end
Mom's gift was never for me
This knot will take time to untie
Unless... I untie him myself.
I know I have the strength
But strength is useless when the will is lacking
Why bother when there's the hourglass
Everything is better with this new toy
And this time, I found exactly what I wanted so badly.
LEDs, movement and lullaby.
Copyright © Henrique Pileggi | Year Posted 2023
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The breath of a close friend.
Awakens my soul in the hour of rest.
Your good memories will live on.
But I will stay with you and pray.
The tiring years are gone.
Every day. Dawn is a tremor.
It rains all the time since you left.
I sit here, away from the sun.
With the thick rain covering my whole body.
And slowly flooding my soul.
And in my heart, a thick chill.
But I don't see calmness inside the dark cloud.
Just the shadow of long despair.
Alone at night, with that familiar voice.
And then... a sudden pause.
A long pause, which slowly turns into hope.
And hope ... turning into eerie silence.
I wish to be your comforter.
Copyright © Henrique Pileggi | Year Posted 2023
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I only see joy, anxiety and satisfaction.
An electric and cheerful audience.
When I'm facing an unstable and dangerous lion.
A shiny and perfect golden chest.
At the end of a long rickety wooden bridge.
It may not seem like it, but I like every little thing.
From the fun of the present moment.
For the possible future reward.
But what would all this be without adrenaline.
With a lion that's afraid to roar.
With a sturdy metal bridge.
I may even fail... But it will be free of any regrets.
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Hot bath in the morning
Swiping for hours
favorite food on plate
slow and steady
Like a tortoise against a hare
Content with small fishes from a pond
When there's a huge ocean just steps away
Is the ship sailing without a destination?
Copyright © Henrique Pileggi | Year Posted 2023
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Today I woke up, mom made me breakfast
But there's a box in the living room
A sweet and colorful box.
Unfortunately my behavior hasn't been the best lately
"Hey honey, I got you a present"
It was for me! What are the odds?
So I ran as fast as I could.
Like a fish towards floating food
It's the perfect toy!
So beautiful, bright and friendly.
But somehow, something isn't right.
I can't turn it on
Is it dead or broken?
then, in the blink of an eye... Happiness turns to agony.
anger and sadness knock on the door
And all this because I noticed...
Is it dead or is it broken?
Copyright © Henrique Pileggi | Year Posted 2023
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The cleanest water source
Radiates a bright golden light
Light rain, this snow, that pleasant wind,
But somehow, the weather is still cloudy
A sky darker than usual
Will I ever see the bright golden sunlight?
How long will this fertile soil last?
This place so flawless I would build my home
But the scarcity is so great
Will I ever be in a place as good as this?
Every tick hurts like a stab
I don't need the sunlight.
Copyright © Henrique Pileggi | Year Posted 2023
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I found my princess
My white tulip has yet to blossom
And still it is the prettiest of them all
My princess is not one of the middle ages
Her steps strike proudness and envy
Her words create proudness and wide eyes
Her place is not by a bonfire
And nowhere near any shackles
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What is a butterfly?
A tiny creature with pretty wings
Colorful and filled with joy
A symbol of freedom and liberation
Beauty, grace and rebirth
But there should be something more
There should be much more
All I see is a tiny spark
When it should be much shiner
No, she is not only that
Copyright © Henrique Pileggi | Year Posted 2023
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O Lord,
'Tis a decade gone
Since thy curse fell upon us.
The malnourished children are no more,
The poor soil lieth barren.
Lord, what hast thou wrought upon our village?
Mine only companions be the flies and the toads.
Thy shadow resteth beside mine empty grave.
I am not wroth with thee,
Yet surely have I all the right to be so.
Copyright © Henrique Pileggi | Year Posted 2024
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