My dark ladyI can recall how many times I sniffedMy dark lady3 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
those dark curly locks!
how many times her hands slipped
from her smooth silk frocks!
How many times the world
stared with curved foreheads
at my dark lady and me,
at her cloudy hair threads!
The people I loved,
How many times they shattered
my dark lady,with her was me
how many times I flattered.
Beauty at it's best I had seen
Cruelty at it's worst I had seen
This dark woman I had, was kind,
towards her this world made me lean!
My dark lady,with her shadow hands
removed the tears from her raven eyes,
sad cheeks.Dark world was too blind,
in its bright disguise!
My dark lady now lies
My bright world now cries
Dark rain covers my white people,
their white skin,golden hair locks!
My dark lady! beauty at it's best,
I had seen in you,
towards you I still lean,kindness at it's best
I had seen in you!
FinUno siempre está soloFin2 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
está más solo
Ya no sé que hacer
Me aterra la vida después de ti
Sus decenios son horas de una noche
Ya no será
no hablaré contigo
no veré tu cabello crecer
no miraré tu rostro
no te tendré de noche
no te besaré jamás
nunca sabrás quién fui
y a ti te amaran otros.
No llegaré a saber por qué ni cómo nunca
ni si era de verdad
lo que dijiste que era
ni quién fuiste
ni qué fui para ti
ni cómo hubiera sido
Ya no soy más que yo
para siempre y tú
no serás para mí
más que tú. Ya no estás
en un día futuro
no sabré dónde vives
ni si te acuerdas.
No me abrazarás nunca
No te diré “feliz cumpleaños”
Ni me lo dirás
No volveré a tocarte.
No sentiré tu olor
No te veré morir.
Children of Life and DeathOh, mother Death,Children of Life and Death3 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
why have you forsaken me.
Don't you still love me?
Or am I mistaken
and this is your way
to show me your feelings?
I am a sad and suffering being.
Why did you leave me
here to cry.
Life is a terrible father.
Can you not see
how he abuses
how he mistreats
how he uses
all of your children?
We are in pain.
And we are holding on to thin strains
of hope that you will come back and reclaim us.
Life is a veil covered in thin dust.
Blow it away. Lift it from us.
Take us with pain. Do it if you must.
But may this suffering be our last.
Life is a terrible father indeed.
Take us with you.
Know- he will not weep.
IllIt’s always darkest before the dawnIll3 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The wind is like a heavy veil
Over my head. The ice of your silence
Is a needle against my heart.
And what will become of my shaky hands?
They are sick of grasping fistfuls of nothing
Throwing glitter in the air
My chest is like a cracked wall
Unable to keep the cold from sneaking inside
Underneath the heavy rock you placed upon it
And I am guilty of something I don’t know yet
But my punishment is executed
Through unceasing springs of murky silence
I can only dream of being dignified with and end to this
I can no longer ring like a bell trough the night
While calling grace, for she won’t come
And the light you used to shed on me is dying out
What have you done?
Is it such a dread to have mercy on me?
Was I always such a pitiful parade?
Just as dreadful, just as nasty
Was I always to be forsaken?
Am I really just a dark star in your night sky?
I am ill, I am ill. I will forever be ill
And just like the changing seasons
I know I