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Benedito Silva Poem
Like the rain that pours in the arid backlands,
making blossom the most shriveled of branches
I will work my days!
I will cultivate friendships
And, with all willpower,
I will perpetuate peace!
I will defend nature!
I will delight my eyes with such beauty.
And, by greater force,
I will compose from the primest melody
Charms of sympathy.
I will profuse embraces,
I will cheer up souls.
I will walk together.
And even when I’m out of things to say,
I will bid cheers to silence!
And who knows, maybe one day,
Diligent,
And seeing life as celebration,
I will be rain pouring in aridness!
Copyright © Benedito Silva | Year Posted 2009
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Benedito Silva Poem
I sought to compose an imprudent poem
And started to draw on the blank paper
Words in transparent foliage
That took on the shape of weeping dew.
I wished to disobey the rule,
Institute an unruly troop,
Not to house feelings of stone,
Nor even listen to balanced peace.
I wanted to, but could not compose
Verses in metrified lines
Using named decasyllables.
Among lines with alternating rhymes,
Is born, with the imprudence as sung
Not a poem, but rather a Sonnet!
Copyright © Benedito Silva | Year Posted 2011
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Benedito Silva Poem
For many years they had exchanged passionate looks, as if a pair of lovers.
Suddenly, she plucked up courage and said:
- I love you!
An eerie silence permeated the air, and the world stood still for a few moments.
- I have always loved you!
And their lips touched, materializing the dreams of kisses so much desired...
Copyright © Benedito Silva | Year Posted 2010
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Benedito Silva Poem
In the Arena of Verses
not men or beasts,
but words,
enter into conflict.
Poetry conquered!
Copyright © Benedito Silva | Year Posted 2008
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Benedito Silva Poem
To simulate real life
I do not recognize myself more.
Am I or the Avatar?
Copyright © Benedito Silva | Year Posted 2010
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Benedito Silva Poem
I am not without suffering the pain
Snatching my being.
The pain of his absence,
Complete the existence of my life.
Copyright © Benedito Silva | Year Posted 2010
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Benedito Silva Poem
Love not you, too!
Love not you, at least!
Loves you, just right!
But, what is the right measure for love?
Copyright © Benedito Silva | Year Posted 2010
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Benedito Silva Poem
Dream,
dreamer poet,
without worry about this world' pain
which have lost its color due to love,
The world hurts with so much deception.
Take care when you tread on a land mined of shared
rivalry.
Dream,
dreamer poet,
conclude in detail and color the canvas of this insipid and empty time.
Copyright © Benedito Silva | Year Posted 2009
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