"bento" poems - Hello Poetry

I woke early this morning in Lisbon before the birds chirped the traffic shattered the silent room in the Sao Bento Guesthouse and the old tram struggled, groaned up the steep hill She stirred beside me even and measured breaths I turned on the white light and read Pessoa and Florbella Espanca poets of the past of the hilled city split poetic personalities the one she, the other, a killer of her self "Abre os elhos e encara a vida!"* advice not taken today we'll walk those hills ride those trams and eat seafood along the Tagus as we ignore the passing of our lives *open your eyes and face your life

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Dec 29, 2020

Dec 29, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC

Adubato

Quiet Morning in Lisbon

I woke early this morning in Lisbon before the birds chirped the traffic shattered the silent room in the Sao Bento Guesthouse and the old tram struggled, groaned up the steep hill She stirred beside me even and measured breaths I turned on the white light and read Pessoa and Florbella Espanca poets of the past of the hilled city split poetic personalities the one she, the other, a killer of her self "Abre os elhos e encara a vida!"* advice not taken today we'll walk those hills ride those trams and eat seafood along the Tagus as we ignore the passing of our lives *open your eyes and face your life

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Nothing is nandemonai...... Sorry goes Gomen na sai...... Thank you is Arigatou..... I see is Naruhodo..... Power is chikara...... But goes dakara....... What is nani...... Legend is densetsu..... Story is monogatari...... Promise is yakusoku........ Protect is mamoru...... School is gakuen...... Fireworks are hanabi...... Eat is tabetai...... Understand is wakarimashta..... Awesome is sugoi...... Strong is siyoi...... Sword goes ken....... Spirit goes nen...... Ok goes daijobu...... Really is honto...... Lunchbox is bento.......

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Sep 16, 2019

Sep 16, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC

aman-4

Japanese words poem

Nothing is nandemonai...... Sorry goes Gomen na sai...... Thank you is Arigatou..... I see is Naruhodo..... Power is chikara...... But goes dakara....... What is nani...... Legend is densetsu..... Story is monogatari...... Promise is yakusoku........ Protect is mamoru...... School is gakuen...... Fireworks are hanabi...... Eat is tabetai...... Understand is wakarimashta..... Awesome is sugoi...... Strong is siyoi...... Sword goes ken....... Spirit goes nen...... Ok goes daijobu...... Really is honto...... Lunchbox is bento.......

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take a picture of me, in this light by dainobu, red tones against this shiny street, warm light bleeding through a restaurant window remember me now, looking at you, smile in my eyes in this moment crux of summer our stories intertwine again, again again sake and dinner bento on a tuesday i don’t apologize anymore, only raise my cup to toast you, we talk of our plans to take over the world when nobody else understood when nobody else could see just like we left off in m thai when it was still there and waiting for us, in candlelit pad see ew dinners, small moments between classes in our walks on 8th Avenue in Chelsea on our rooftop we weren’t supposed to be in, where my heart was still hurting from a past, but was alright for a moment there with you in the fog, like tonight where street lights are only colors and traffic chatter is muted, where only our breathing mattered and the mist blanketed our eyes, thoughts elsewhere dreams in the distance, dreams where we kept all of this too the shutter goes- soon the night will end, soon we will separate into our homes you in the east village, mine just over the street my head replays this in different ways we stutter to find a place to go, a way to keep talking like this you look at me, maybe once we would have been closer and it wouldn’t hurt in ways like this, in what ifs and infinite wishes playing with your hands, they look like someone i know you weren’t a forever, you weren’t mine to keep but maybe, i found my forever a little quick and i stopped our story where it could have began there is nothing left to do but make one more toast to you and me, across the room, hearts mended and broken, just as it began

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Nov 9, 2018

Nov 9, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC

i-dont-want-to-give-my-name

dainobu

take a picture of me, in this light by dainobu, red tones against this shiny street, warm light bleeding through a restaurant window remember me now, looking at you, smile in my eyes in this moment crux of summer our stories intertwine again, again again sake and dinner bento on a tuesday i don’t apologize anymore, only raise my cup to toast you, we talk of our plans to take over the world when nobody else understood when nobody else could see just like we left off in m thai when it was still there and waiting for us, in candlelit pad see ew dinners, small moments between classes in our walks on 8th Avenue in Chelsea on our rooftop we weren’t supposed to be in, where my heart was still hurting from a past, but was alright for a moment there with you in the fog, like tonight where street lights are only colors and traffic chatter is muted, where only our breathing mattered and the mist blanketed our eyes, thoughts elsewhere dreams in the distance, dreams where we kept all of this too the shutter goes- soon the night will end, soon we will separate into our homes you in the east village, mine just over the street my head replays this in different ways we stutter to find a place to go, a way to keep talking like this you look at me, maybe once we would have been closer and it wouldn’t hurt in ways like this, in what ifs and infinite wishes playing with your hands, they look like someone i know you weren’t a forever, you weren’t mine to keep but maybe, i found my forever a little quick and i stopped our story where it could have began there is nothing left to do but make one more toast to you and me, across the room, hearts mended and broken, just as it began

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