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Todo el tiempo contigo -
dulce, como anticongelante
que me manejó en los días
invernales; salvo del frio, salvo
de dolor, de verdad; yo estaba dormiendo
en un ataud de mariposa, hermosa;
felizmente en los sueños sobre el libertad de
amor, cuándo en realidad -
atado en una jaula,
ahora
estaba ido
desaparacido
desaparacido
a- d i o s ;
ahora
tengo alas, pintado
con ojos
y los no pueden llorar;
yo no puedo llorar.
dulce, como anticongelante
que me manejó en los días
invernales; salvo del frio, salvo
de dolor, de verdad; yo estaba dormiendo
en un ataud de mariposa, hermosa;
felizmente en los sueños sobre el libertad de
amor, cuándo en realidad -
atado en una jaula,
ahora
estaba ido
desaparacido
desaparacido
a- d i o s ;
ahora
tengo alas, pintado
con ojos
y los no pueden llorar;
yo no puedo llorar.
Literature
Into a Butterfly
Asleep within my cocoon, I am waiting
So excited of what is to happen
Soon enough, when it is time
I shall emerge a butterfly with glorious wings
In stillness this night
Awaiting the Great Dawn
Much is afoot in Mother's garden
Sounds of quickening all around
Courageous it is to resist being shaken
Temptation to lose reason is greatest now
She assures me to be still
"My love will keep you firm to the ground"
Chrysalis, wonderous transformation
Esctatic to be born anew
Keeping my heart on the prize
Trusting all is in order
First rays, peering through
Warmth shrouding my fading abode
No worries, it's not sad to let it go
Dream
Literature
Dream of You
I was somewhere watching the rainbow glowed
you came holding my left hand
It took forever having that moment arrived
and you gave me that warm gaze
This something beautiful I couldn't have
and I was distracted by your light
This can't be happening right now
so I try to pinch myself alright
May I listen to your heartbeats
wondering if they were beating fast, like mine
Will you take away this restless heart
feel me deeply as your heart close to mine
November rain falls in such fine drizzles
for the umpteenth times I closed my eyes
You are there constantly living under my eyelids
for so many times I've longed for your sweet kisses
Where h
Literature
Spring.
Spring.
She is a princess,
A goddess, really.
For only she is beautiful in whatever she does.
Her skin is pale,
Not yet tanned by Summer’s heat,
Still frozen from Winter’s touch.
Silent and sure, she smiles at the world.
Her hair falls over one shoulder, soft as can be.
Soft as the baby ferns,
Soft as the baby fawns.
Soft as the green grass between her toes.
Her eyes are full of promise,
Greener than the tallest oak trees.
They tell a story of what is to come,
Reflecting growth and new life.
She is still young, a little child,
Nothing like the Winter before,
Whose old bones creaked
And tried to weather the storm.
A child w
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Mi primera lengua es ingles; si es errors con mi gramatica y mas, dime por favor. Esta es mi primera poema en espanol.
Espero que te gusta. Crítica por favor!
Espero que te gusta. Crítica por favor!
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esta entendible! ademas no es mal para ser el primer poema!