"espinoza" poems - Hello Poetry

The border to me XUAN CARLOS ESPINOZA-CUELLAR·WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 21, 2015 The border to me is a constant anguish, A big pause button, Often in dreams I dream of Mexico as my lover And he waits for me, And waits. The border to me is my grandma’s rosary, She said she’d hold on until I could go back, Until she couldn’t. I recently found out that for years she’d scold my cousins for using my table games “he’s coming back, and he’ll ask for them…” And she’d save t hem in her old, rusty closet. The border to me is a big pause button, I often dream of going back, Who will I be then, when I hit play? Who will I speak with to recover my grandmother’s prayers, To collect 12 years of unclaimed hugs, All the wrinkles and gray hairs I missed on her hair, And every step I couldn’t walk by her. But one day I will cross back, In the middle of songs and candles I will conjure her spirit, And I will look in the back of that old closet Where she saved my table games And there I will find her love And her songs, her advice, her songs, And the little pieces she left for me, hidden for me, When she envisioned the day That this pause would be over.

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Oct 28, 2015

Oct 28, 2015 at 7:28 PM UTC

xuanito-de-la-puente

The Border To Me

The border to me XUAN CARLOS ESPINOZA-CUELLAR·WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 21, 2015 The border to me is a constant anguish, A big pause button, Often in dreams I dream of Mexico as my lover And he waits for me, And waits. The border to me is my grandma’s rosary, She said she’d hold on until I could go back, Until she couldn’t. I recently found out that for years she’d scold my cousins for using my table games “he’s coming back, and he’ll ask for them…” And she’d save t hem in her old, rusty closet. The border to me is a big pause button, I often dream of going back, Who will I be then, when I hit play? Who will I speak with to recover my grandmother’s prayers, To collect 12 years of unclaimed hugs, All the wrinkles and gray hairs I missed on her hair, And every step I couldn’t walk by her. But one day I will cross back, In the middle of songs and candles I will conjure her spirit, And I will look in the back of that old closet Where she saved my table games And there I will find her love And her songs, her advice, her songs, And the little pieces she left for me, hidden for me, When she envisioned the day That this pause would be over.

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Extension Cords By Grace Espinoza Extension cords Kiss our spines— Once outlined and defined By cotton soft lips— Dangling, extended, from slender necks Familiar buzz of tandem heartbeats Replaced by rumbling monitors Deafened by the constant hum Of clicking fingertips I cannot reach through glass To trace that smile Conform it to the memory Of greedy palms Cannot wrap my arms Around you To set your worries to sail Connected Strings of words said But never meant Blinded by the bright glow Monitors casting shadows On what could have been

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Apr 16, 2014

Apr 16, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC

grace-nicole-espinoza

Extension Chords

Extension Cords By Grace Espinoza Extension cords Kiss our spines— Once outlined and defined By cotton soft lips— Dangling, extended, from slender necks Familiar buzz of tandem heartbeats Replaced by rumbling monitors Deafened by the constant hum Of clicking fingertips I cannot reach through glass To trace that smile Conform it to the memory Of greedy palms Cannot wrap my arms Around you To set your worries to sail Connected Strings of words said But never meant Blinded by the bright glow Monitors casting shadows On what could have been

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Sandpaper Skin By Grace Espinoza Sand paper hands Stitched up by stories Whispered through pores Devoured by your rough palms Swallowing soft flesh You cling Looming Eyes widened Expanded by curiosities Familiar fingertips A naivety so tangible Pulses behind flesh Wrapped in Anchored arms Sends light rushing Flooding Into my darkest depths Molded my soft skin Hardened it Thickened shell Sandpaper hands Stitched up by stories Weaved into my brain

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Apr 16, 2014

Apr 16, 2014 at 3:02 PM UTC

grace-nicole-espinoza

Sandpaper Skin

Sandpaper Skin By Grace Espinoza Sand paper hands Stitched up by stories Whispered through pores Devoured by your rough palms Swallowing soft flesh You cling Looming Eyes widened Expanded by curiosities Familiar fingertips A naivety so tangible Pulses behind flesh Wrapped in Anchored arms Sends light rushing Flooding Into my darkest depths Molded my soft skin Hardened it Thickened shell Sandpaper hands Stitched up by stories Weaved into my brain

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Symphonies By Grace Espinoza Out turned pockets Contents spilled across Stained table tops Love notes with frayed edges Worn by fingertips Promises unkept My head an ocean Crashing with words You never truly meant Swayed by your melodies And callused fingers Playing me for your symphonies

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Apr 16, 2014

Apr 16, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC

grace-nicole-espinoza

Symphonies

Symphonies By Grace Espinoza Out turned pockets Contents spilled across Stained table tops Love notes with frayed edges Worn by fingertips Promises unkept My head an ocean Crashing with words You never truly meant Swayed by your melodies And callused fingers Playing me for your symphonies

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Di ko alam kung paano ko sisimulan ang nais sabihin ng puso at isipan Di ko din alam kung anung salita ang pwedeng gamitin para ipahayag ang saloobin ng damdamin ko at kalooban Lungkot, Inis, Galit, pagtatanong Alin ba dito ang nararamdaman? Saan ba ko magtatanong? kanino bako makikinig para masagot ang mga tanong tungkol sa aking nararamdaman Nakakalito, nakakapagod, di ko na alam saan ako huhugot, ng lakas ng loob para sabihin ang hanggang ngayon ay damdaming di ko alam. Meron kayang makakasagot, o baka naman tutulong makalimot, sa pakiramdam na ito na di ko maintindihan. alam kong nalilito kana.. batid kong di mo ko naiintindihan Pero ang nais ko lang naman ay merong makaalam, ng tinatagong damdamin na hanggang ngayon ay di ko alam.... Spoken poetry by edeng espinoza

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC

eduardo-espinoza

Di ko alam..

Di ko alam kung paano ko sisimulan ang nais sabihin ng puso at isipan Di ko din alam kung anung salita ang pwedeng gamitin para ipahayag ang saloobin ng damdamin ko at kalooban Lungkot, Inis, Galit, pagtatanong Alin ba dito ang nararamdaman? Saan ba ko magtatanong? kanino bako makikinig para masagot ang mga tanong tungkol sa aking nararamdaman Nakakalito, nakakapagod, di ko na alam saan ako huhugot, ng lakas ng loob para sabihin ang hanggang ngayon ay damdaming di ko alam. Meron kayang makakasagot, o baka naman tutulong makalimot, sa pakiramdam na ito na di ko maintindihan. alam kong nalilito kana.. batid kong di mo ko naiintindihan Pero ang nais ko lang naman ay merong makaalam, ng tinatagong damdamin na hanggang ngayon ay di ko alam.... Spoken poetry by edeng espinoza

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Introduction: Since the beginning of the AIDS epidemic, 60 million people have been infected and 25 million have died. The AIDS epidemic began in 1981. In this woven poem collection are four poems. This collection surrounds the poem Please Don't Cry by Joe Green. The surrounding poems are Stage 5 by Michaela Oh, The Death Of Thee's Lover by Ike Thomas, and Death Of A Lover by Velia Espinoza. The theme of this collection is a girl who lost her lover due to AIDS. Her lover was born with the infection and lost his battle at seventeen years old. The Poem Collection: In darkness creeps my misery, I often wonder where he's now. I look at the vain, think of happiness It just doesn't work... I can't express my misery, For he is gone and never back to fill my heart with joy and love. My heart is pounding... My tears are pouring... Although, he once said to me, "Please don't cry, I'm not really gone. When you look out the window I'll be standing on the lawn. Please don't cry, I'll see you again. Don't be sad, keep up your chin. Please don't cry, I'm not really dead. When you cry yourself to sleep, I'll be by your bed. Please don't cry, just because we had to part. As long as you remember me, I'll live in your heart. Please don't cry, I'm not gone forever. I'll be a cool breeze in hot summer weather. Please don't cry, don't run and hide. When you need a shoulder to lean on, I'll be by your side. Please don't cry, when you're sad and weak I'll be there To kiss you on the cheek. Please don't cry, this is just a goodbye. So please, oh please. Baby, do not cry." You're in my dreams, my mind. I know you're right next to me, right here, right now. Although my heart may sting and ache You are always by my side. However, I need you like an ocean needs it's tide. I always thought we would live this life together, hand in hand. Darling, I love only you. We were the perfect two.

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Dec 4, 2014

Dec 4, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC

InsanityConsumes

Why Did You Have To Go?

Introduction: Since the beginning of the AIDS epidemic, 60 million people have been infected and 25 million have died. The AIDS epidemic began in 1981. In this woven poem collection are four poems. This collection surrounds the poem Please Don't Cry by Joe Green. The surrounding poems are Stage 5 by Michaela Oh, The Death Of Thee's Lover by Ike Thomas, and Death Of A Lover by Velia Espinoza. The theme of this collection is a girl who lost her lover due to AIDS. Her lover was born with the infection and lost his battle at seventeen years old. The Poem Collection: In darkness creeps my misery, I often wonder where he's now. I look at the vain, think of happiness It just doesn't work... I can't express my misery, For he is gone and never back to fill my heart with joy and love. My heart is pounding... My tears are pouring... Although, he once said to me, "Please don't cry, I'm not really gone. When you look out the window I'll be standing on the lawn. Please don't cry, I'll see you again. Don't be sad, keep up your chin. Please don't cry, I'm not really dead. When you cry yourself to sleep, I'll be by your bed. Please don't cry, just because we had to part. As long as you remember me, I'll live in your heart. Please don't cry, I'm not gone forever. I'll be a cool breeze in hot summer weather. Please don't cry, don't run and hide. When you need a shoulder to lean on, I'll be by your side. Please don't cry, when you're sad and weak I'll be there To kiss you on the cheek. Please don't cry, this is just a goodbye. So please, oh please. Baby, do not cry." You're in my dreams, my mind. I know you're right next to me, right here, right now. Although my heart may sting and ache You are always by my side. However, I need you like an ocean needs it's tide. I always thought we would live this life together, hand in hand. Darling, I love only you. We were the perfect two.

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