Category: Poetry
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Forbidden fruit
What if you are a fruit from another garden Might you be forbidden But not to mine sighs Or my sight no be restrained From admiring your tender skin And should you not ever be Harvested and delighted By the gardener on your realm Let it be known that I With tender careful hands will!…
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I will put the coffee cup down For my lips long not liquid Long for not even a cup They long for another vessel Come now and embrace me Woman of my brown dreams Come now and keep me from drinking What is not tonight my desire I rather be awake in your arms Than…
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Understand
I undestand, forbidden you are That if I give you love, it will go to the ground And flourish will not, perhaps it will rot In silence I rather love, this sentiment keeping From going away and be lost for ever more And one day will I seek it again and be there To give…
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Instances
Take one, for instance Not one piece but a lot A lot of pieces to puzzle Puzzle together as love Do take as a whole With both hands and feet Do take with your legs What you want from me Take then mine hand To start piecing the pieces To make it, for…
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Give
Give me a break Don´t brake me Give me a thought Don´t forget me Give me my place Don´t miss place me Give me your love As I will give you all ©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya
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Coffee
I like to drink coffee I like to drink it, the cup caressing Thinking about the heat, so familiar Taking over my thoughts, this sensation From the transferred heat unto my touch Over to my remembering fingers Resemblance to the warmth in your skin As of when I hold you in my arms The point…
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Lines
I have left on my body signs Signs that you were present Living lines drawn upon my face and back Conjugated with the horizon, lines The distance and beyond I will search Should you smile before twilight Should your smile start with mine name In case my name´s letters were pronounced With a…
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Stories
A story A story unfolds, lives, breathes Follows, has, takes, gives Walks along the boardwalks As a loyal pet, a dog perhaps It has a beginning and an end Put hands to work before is late Write it down with fluid pen Do it now, for every story is great For I…
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My ocean
Tranquile, Sweet, and peaceful as a sunrise Daring and passionate as a wave break Strong like the coast´s rocks Beautiful and lush as sea foam Woman transformed into an ocean… ©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya
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My future
My future is in my hands Not in the hands of deranged mad men Not in the hands of self- indulging people That have erected walls segregating humanity My future is in that of my own belonging Not of someone else telling their own story I won´t believe what I have not lived or…
