I like the sound of that - Mi Poemas - translated from Spanish it means My Poems. Though none of my poems will be in spanish, yet the feeling of a spanish name is heartwarming. Please go ahead read and comment on my poems.
They didn’t learn When they had to I didn’t teach Though I could do I see them struggle Yet do not help They have to learn So they don’t yelp Baseless excuses They’ll never learn Without knowledge Anonymously they’d burn Seeking knowledge Unless for a cause Cannot be free Did I say it was I know I would Eventually do share Ungrateful they are Stripped my mind bare I didn’t learn When I had to They did teach Asked me to go
Star gazing by the sea While splashing at the water Sitting all by myself With memories of being beside her Awed by the splendor Of the tantalizing deep blue sky The night sky all magnificently lit As a random shooting star streaks by The sound of the wind rustled leaves The rocks meet the cacophonic waves as they come by Together they hum a somber tune Of soulful mutterings as I lie The full moon it lights up the sand With a precision that’s robot like Me and my loneliness Find companions who are a lot alike Walking on the moonlit sands Picking up seaweeds that look like grapes While the crustaceans scamper back into their homes On the backdrop of the moon’s reflection that the sea it apes The whole ambience like a visual blow job Fills my being with a multitude of pleasures Thanking the power above For these moments that’ll be unforgettable treasures This Tag has been done From the words that were sieved This creative mix of words Into a poem has been weaved
Crosses you have to carry The day your body and soul marry Share your love you may Crosses you just can't keep away Fools never heaven's path gained Brethren of hate in hell remained Temptation and sin a vicious circle this Once in it life's gone amiss Crosses from four generations Through life's ten thousand and one stations No respite from manna heavenly In times like this you know you're lonely Your soul cries in Moorish unison This pain in life without any reason With a cry you're born, amidst cries you go This earthly life one day you'll forego Your crosses will your soul carry To a new body it'll marry In endless lifecycles will it journey Till the universal voice says "come to me"
Time Flies One year goes by Lot has changed Lots remained the same The body has moved on The heart has stayed behind The soul's scarred forever The person I know has died In my mind the memories remain That instant like yesterday it seems Whose fault it was I know not Just me left alone I know Lonely in a mad and heathen world With no arms to lie Feel like forgetting and moving on Want to do it, but all I do is try Lost in this worldly maze Coming to terms am I As I await a future uncertain This one's dedicated to the year gone by
A fallen soul in motion In a worldly ocean Maneuvering through a maze With an unholy gaze The deafening silence of words Amidst flirting bees and birds Disaster stricken moronic souls Exorcising their favorite ghosts and ghouls Like maggots on decay feeding An unholy solemn soul is breeding Materialistic gangrene's serial killings Lustful libido's sexual healing Thus far in sacrilegious fondling Lust in flesh and blood dangling Purity and morality forbidden fruits This soul embraces the way of brutes
A young man at 21 Learning the ropes of life Saw her the first time and she looked oh so fine Eyed by all but I knew she was mine Time passed and years went by My meetings with her never ceased Departing was never so easy We were so much in love She was so receptive to me That I couldn't complain All I wanted was Her, to be mine forever My days happy with her Every night lonelier than the previous one I was sad she couldn't come home To be with me always Seven years and the inevitable happened Circumstances tore us apart Heartbroken and all forlorn I awaited her return Then she was back This time hotter than thou I could now take her home everyday The toast to my success, she was finally here to stay.
I began a book With characters a many Gave them great characterizations And a right to thought and progeny With love and hate And all emotions in between Relationships and behaviors Histrionics which ne'er was seen Characters so diverse With the good, bad and the ugly Original situations that none could conceive I looked at my creation smugly Each one a pocket book I handed To contribute their own new story Pen down their experiences Of their lifetimes happy, sad or gory Enrich my book was all I wanted The zest for experiences the only mission Saddened I have been after all these eons The characters I created have forgotten their vision Here I wait with my book incomplete Silently watching my characters go astray Hoping helplessly that they find their vision Sadly, I'm timeless and just can't walk away
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