Best Poems Written by Feb Chaves

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When her magic turns into tragedy

When her magic turns into tragedy 
From the start you're the person I know,
But in the end you're the important person who I let go.
In the memories we made and shared,
And at last you're now gone, though I always cared.
When you lifted my strength and eased my sadness,
Mom, the flowers I brought are now my weakness,
Candlelight flickered like a dying ember in the wind.
Have blown in the wind with pain and regret.
I didn't reach you in time,
But I managed to reach your hand, close to mine.
The only last thing was in the hospital,
the news fell on me like a stone dropped in a still pool—silence followed each echo.
You're out of this world,
But I will never forget your reminder.
Mom, goodbye and I love you,
We will always be together.

Copyright © Feb Chaves | Year Posted 2026


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Our Sweet-Sour Hour

Tamarind Candy to Eat
By: Feb Francisca Chaves 

In my loneliness heart of our night,
I closed the curtain and blown off the candle light,
Then I stared at the glance of the sky.
As they watching twinkling like a wink of an eye.
As a look up far in the balcony at the pearly moon,
We share our first night of our consummation.
He pull me closer through his arms tightly and I riding me up as moaned.
We making love and I have no shame of it.
He serve me a Tamarind candy to eat.
And we kept doing it as I aroused until the clock of eight.
I want this to stop but he keep clapping on to the top.
He made me calm by brushing my cave and dig a mine.
After that we wrap ourselves a blanket in the bed — sleep.
And rest my head and close my eyes to keep.

Copyright © Feb Chaves | Year Posted 2026

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The Champion's Alphabet


From Italian kitchens and Welsh poetic heights,
A champion’s mind takes flight tonight.
With ninety seconds on the clock,
He climbed the peak, Monadnock.
He spoke of stars, of Denebola's gleam,
An enthymeme left like a hidden dream.
From Brazilian Iguape trees that grow,
To Louisiana's historical Natchitoches flow.
He tasted sweet  torrone on the tongue,
While Cajun fais-dodo songs were sung.
He braved an émeute, a riot loud,
To stand as a flaith before the crowd.
Beneath the sea, the
nannofossil sleeps,
While on the waves, the 
tongkang leaps.
And where New Zealand’s borders meet the sea,
The red pohutukawa tree.
With letters woven, sharp and fast,
Thirty-two words from first to last,
Cywyddau rhythm in his stride—
He claimed the trophy with a scholar's pride.

Copyright © Feb Chaves | Year Posted 2026

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Why do love suddenly disappear?

We built an eternity on shifting sand, and watched time steal what we held in hand. 
No words to begin to play, all our hours we spent were swept away.
Now the cold turns dark, and your warmth turns to gray.
Each step we took went blind, searching the words I couldn’t find.


The meeting place we abandoned becomes dilapidated.
Our past now disappear in our dreams,
That fades away in the empty streams,
But our threads had been cut, and our arrangement had been shut.

Searching the lives we shared,
Still the memories stay there.
Pls don’t break it and handle it with care.
Because the day will find your next pair.
 

Copyright © Feb Chaves | Year Posted 2026

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Read the Mind of the Thunder

Read The Mind of the Thunder 
 By: Feb Francisca Chaves


For everything in the string couldn't even able to pluck the deaf to a harp.
In the single dropping of a note and pitch to teach for that to come up a melody.
Wagner's Die Walküre fit  to match of the Nazis Fighter Plane,
Never guess the torpedo would be the medicine you taste for you to be insane.

Eyes spark of greed of power and obsession on Nazi Fanatics, was also my favorite.
Disappointing that you switch your choice to the group of fascist swine.
Rather than to give Hitler a speech about the perfect rhymes of a war crime.
Not knowing what music  he would hear when he double cross the deal of the red army

Hammer and sickle for farmers and worker that united as one,
What about the problem of hundreds of tank versus the thousands of guns.
Good news Nazis break the Soviet peace deal, pretty sure vodka doesn't heal.
Mind of a dictator deserve to sip tea rather than bullet to heat on kettle.

Jews been been baked and burn, not just hundred but swipe off dead.
Echoing pain from camp that lead their nightmare and chaos.
Every blood that marked their tears doesn't trade their lost.
Even a grand of trees doesn't grow the flourish land of Stalingrad.

All winter felt pain in the midst of cold,
Does kids never heard a story at night that their dad ever told.
Too bad lots of father and son holding only courage with rifle and gun.
Not other men are survive or even return their home and some of them are gone.

Copyright © Feb Chaves | Year Posted 2026


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I love you Vincent

Your tears flow like a river,
You always appear in my deepest slumber.
I only loved you once,
But I lost you at every chance.
We became the closest of friends,
But we broke apart before the story ends.
It hurt me most and turned my heart blue,
These hidden feelings only I and you knew.
You ignited my heart but turned me green,
When I saw the other girl you had chosen to be seen.
Mourn my mind with grief and pain when you chose her,
I guess there is no way to be together.
I planted anger where love once grew with regret,
Desperately wanting my heart to finally forget.
I just want to say what I held from the start —
I love you my Vincent, with all of my heart.
Please remember our friendship if nothing else,
For loving you was the truest thing I ever felt.

Copyright © Feb Chaves | Year Posted 2026

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Broken

Broken 

by Feb Francisca Chaves  

I never realized until now  
that care not only for my love,  
but also for the pain that turned me blue.  

No more apologies,  
for they cannot heal my scars.  
I do not know you now—goodbye.  
I have nothing more to give.  

I do not want your presence.  
If you come near, I will no longer  
stand by your side.  
That is why I have decided to let go.  

It is better for me to tear away the memories,  
to end the misery you caused.  
I regret our romance,  
but soon I will let it go and forget.  

This lesson i know was,
So much pain for someone so young.
Especially of what a person shouted to you from his tongue.
I'm glad that I'm free to him at last!

And I wish upon a star  
that you will find a love  
who will share in who you truly are—  
not just with me,  
but in a new direction for where the place were never us meant to be.

Copyright © Feb Chaves | Year Posted 2026

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Our Maytime Queen

 Our Maytime Queen

She swam her path at the edge of seventeen 
        inviting us to her birthday party 
        in warm greetings and pledge
Of her day of joy 
        She never laughed out loud
        without her league of toys
Although Mayrence knows 
         she was a Maytime Queen 
         until her candle wishes need to blow .
As now I don't belong to her world
           But she reminds me of her words 
          And the humor of her presence.
The friendship we made 
          was not of her laughter 
          But growing up with her golden hour.

Copyright © Feb Chaves | Year Posted 2026

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Stone to be Keep

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Stone to be keep
Blanket to sleep.
Meat from the sheep 
It's ready to be shipped.


Dress to wear 
Money to be spent.
Girls beyond compare 
Bank to be lent.

Arguments never break but bend.
Self aware to be comprehend
Someone you love is friend.
Promises never break until the end .

Copyright © Feb Chaves | Year Posted 2026

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Breathneath the Tidal Wave of Blood

Few words don't meet the same line.
But life still meets the final sentence.
Every thread of survival needs to be cut.
A few drops of voice need to keep it shut.

His head throttles to death.
Not every help is heard to be sent.
And all the flowers in the coffin laid the scent.
All his will that wrote had on his consent.

Today, the grave finally sleeps. 
And every drop of penny has already kept.
Not a single gold has been waste.
Only the young widow found a night to taste.

Copyright © Feb Chaves | Year Posted 2026

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