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azulverde
azulverde
39/M/Colombia Poet, Educator & Activist.
Domingo de noche Aún se puede soñar De una semana Que nos va a rendir Domingo de noche Aún se puede amar Sin pensar o esperar Domingo de noche Todavía es hora Para los deseos y milagros Rápido Que domingo de noche Ya está para despertar
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Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
Domingo de noche
- Nice to meet you. - No, nice to meet you. - Who invited you? - The Crow. - And you? - My boss. - Hmmm... - Why? - I was just wondering if, by any chance, you knew how to hunt rabbits. - No, but I know how to follow orders and shut up. - Well, good for you! I'll rather be black and fear the light, then blue and having nothing to do. - What? - I was just talking about colors. What is your favorite color? - Grey. - I thought so... - Why? - Because you're wearing pants. - !? You are not making any sense! - I  know. Goodnight said the bird of pray before disappearing behind the shiny yellow curtain.
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Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
the guest
en la sombra de un árbol que parece de mi país escribiendo en un idioma que no es de mi país en una tranquilidad que sí es de mi país me pregunto si soy indígena allí en mi país
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
me pregunto
De un estado frio A estados solidos De uno a dos De un poder transformador A la transformación de los poderes Podemos Por lo menos Considerar La eventualidad De una possible Re-interpretación De la Del De los Palabra.
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 4:19 AM UTC
Palabra.
Hope popped out of a storm A room full of anything but me Me & my brother Me & my living mother A fantasy Death was never a solution Fame was always an option Opting for something that will never make sense Is my way Of making resistance
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 4:15 AM UTC
A room full of anything but me
how does the brain of a mermaid look like? not like mine not like mine invisible like me                     I can't become a myth I want to escape                     become a lost child again, an orphan by choice I want to erase it all                     even the dreams I never had reality took me everything reality is not everything between my ego and my fears I'm just invisible I can't look past others I can't look back I thought my heart would save me                     but he came with me I thought we would be good together                     but he is just as ******* lost as I am
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 4:08 AM UTC
the brain of a mermaid