"ilusion" poems - Hello Poetry

Spanish La princesita hipsipilo, la vibrátil filigrana, —Princesita ojos turquesas esculpida en porcelana— Llamó una noche a mi puerta con sus manitas de lis. Vibró el cristal de su voz como una flauta galana. —Yo sé que tu vida es gris. Yo tengo el alma de rosa, frescuras de flor temprana, Vengo de un bello país A ser tu musa y tu hermana!— Un abrazo de alabastro…luego en el clavel sonoro De su boca, miel suavísima; nube de perfume y oro La pomposa cabellera me inundó como un diluvio. O miel, frescuras, perfumes!…Súbito el sueño, la sombra Que embriaga..Y, cuando despierto, el sol que alumbra en mi alfombra Un falso rubí muy rojo y un falso rizo muy rubio! English The amazonian little princess, a vibratile filagree, —Turquoise eyes sculpted of porcelain, little princess— Called one night at my door with her small hands of iris. And the trilling crystal of her voice was like an elegant flute: —I know your life is gray. I have the soul of a rose, the dew of budding flowers, I come from a beautiful country To be your sister and muse!—. An arm of alabaster…then, in the sonorous carnation Of her mouth, softest honey; in a cloud of gold and perfume She surrounded me, brash horsewoman, like a deluge. Oh honey, freshness, perfumer!…The sudden dream, the shadow Which intoxicates…and when I wake, the sun that falls on my carpet In a false ruby very red, and a false ringlet very blond.

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Delmira Agustini

El Poeta Y La Ilusion (The Poet And The Illusion)

Spanish La princesita hipsipilo, la vibrátil filigrana, —Princesita ojos turquesas esculpida en porcelana— Llamó una noche a mi puerta con sus manitas de lis. Vibró el cristal de su voz como una flauta galana. —Yo sé que tu vida es gris. Yo tengo el alma de rosa, frescuras de flor temprana, Vengo de un bello país A ser tu musa y tu hermana!— Un abrazo de alabastro…luego en el clavel sonoro De su boca, miel suavísima; nube de perfume y oro La pomposa cabellera me inundó como un diluvio. O miel, frescuras, perfumes!…Súbito el sueño, la sombra Que embriaga..Y, cuando despierto, el sol que alumbra en mi alfombra Un falso rubí muy rojo y un falso rizo muy rubio! English The amazonian little princess, a vibratile filagree, —Turquoise eyes sculpted of porcelain, little princess— Called one night at my door with her small hands of iris. And the trilling crystal of her voice was like an elegant flute: —I know your life is gray. I have the soul of a rose, the dew of budding flowers, I come from a beautiful country To be your sister and muse!—. An arm of alabaster…then, in the sonorous carnation Of her mouth, softest honey; in a cloud of gold and perfume She surrounded me, brash horsewoman, like a deluge. Oh honey, freshness, perfumer!…The sudden dream, the shadow Which intoxicates…and when I wake, the sun that falls on my carpet In a false ruby very red, and a false ringlet very blond.

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I enjoy to walk Alone in the dark As the sun falters And the moon shines and lusters Bright from its ebony coat And with every step an echo So rythmically in tune It matches my heart beating As grasp in reality Ever so loose I ponder on monsters Who called themselves men On what twisted them to fiends And brought them to change? Is it treason that warped their hearts? Maybe a lost love who crushed their ilusion? Perhaps loneliness brought them this stupor? Whatever it is that brought them so low It destroyed their will, it broke their soul. I ponder on love I wonder how short it tends to be And how we dwell on its loss The suffering it brings. How easy is it to feel a spark To bring us from the brink of despair Just to feel it´s mark And where there was life, now there´s air. And my thoughts grow darker And my pace faster Anticipating disaster My eyes widen I feel as if beset by spies Who stalk from the shadows Ready to strike And I see it... It is no spy A beast before me Clad in black Eyes in red crimson Stare sat me back It fills me fright I try to run But stand paralized My legs betray me And the beast approches With its back arched And talons sharp Holding me still With its eyes... It glared at me deeply Almost feels pity And whispers to me "I am a monument to all you hold dear For you clasp failure with a tight grip It took a form in the being that before you stands And is fear what drives forward Not any feeling of pride Deluding yourself in betterment Inside you are nothing but lies" I came to my knees And I began to weep The monster had tore my resolve But deep within me I could still feel A shimmer, a last ray of hope I can´t let it win So I came to my feet And stared and the brute Clad in blackness so thick It could block out the sun And it´s shape had no shape It twists and it warps That piercing red stare That stared straight to my soul I said to the thing "It is true what you say It seems I can´t escape From the mire of the past The more I remain The harder my escape And the farther the distance From achieving my plans An edifice of failure Given mortal nature But mortal you are All that is mortal can die And when you do I´ll be back to life"

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Sep 12, 2018

Sep 12, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC

just-alex

A walk in the woods

I enjoy to walk Alone in the dark As the sun falters And the moon shines and lusters Bright from its ebony coat And with every step an echo So rythmically in tune It matches my heart beating As grasp in reality Ever so loose I ponder on monsters Who called themselves men On what twisted them to fiends And brought them to change? Is it treason that warped their hearts? Maybe a lost love who crushed their ilusion? Perhaps loneliness brought them this stupor? Whatever it is that brought them so low It destroyed their will, it broke their soul. I ponder on love I wonder how short it tends to be And how we dwell on its loss The suffering it brings. How easy is it to feel a spark To bring us from the brink of despair Just to feel it´s mark And where there was life, now there´s air. And my thoughts grow darker And my pace faster Anticipating disaster My eyes widen I feel as if beset by spies Who stalk from the shadows Ready to strike And I see it... It is no spy A beast before me Clad in black Eyes in red crimson Stare sat me back It fills me fright I try to run But stand paralized My legs betray me And the beast approches With its back arched And talons sharp Holding me still With its eyes... It glared at me deeply Almost feels pity And whispers to me "I am a monument to all you hold dear For you clasp failure with a tight grip It took a form in the being that before you stands And is fear what drives forward Not any feeling of pride Deluding yourself in betterment Inside you are nothing but lies" I came to my knees And I began to weep The monster had tore my resolve But deep within me I could still feel A shimmer, a last ray of hope I can´t let it win So I came to my feet And stared and the brute Clad in blackness so thick It could block out the sun And it´s shape had no shape It twists and it warps That piercing red stare That stared straight to my soul I said to the thing "It is true what you say It seems I can´t escape From the mire of the past The more I remain The harder my escape And the farther the distance From achieving my plans An edifice of failure Given mortal nature But mortal you are All that is mortal can die And when you do I´ll be back to life"

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Disturb their fears Destroy your senses Build your new ilusion Walk on the wrong way Until you find your lost way **** their new enemies Always singing a song Climb the garden wall And shout to all your freedom Find your reason Under my pillow Keep the silence The rest of the night No more lies No more words Shut Up! Go Away! Don't breathe near me Take your soul And join all the lost souls Wandering in darkness To infinity

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Dec 8, 2012

Dec 8, 2012 at 10:35 AM UTC

pablo-honey

Infinity

Disturb their fears Destroy your senses Build your new ilusion Walk on the wrong way Until you find your lost way **** their new enemies Always singing a song Climb the garden wall And shout to all your freedom Find your reason Under my pillow Keep the silence The rest of the night No more lies No more words Shut Up! Go Away! Don't breathe near me Take your soul And join all the lost souls Wandering in darkness To infinity

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Todos venimos de un mismo lugar,pero no todos vamos al mismo lugar es como si nuestros corazones estubieran enredados y si quisieras seguirlo llegarias a una estrella...esa estrella es lo que nos da vida y amor....pero todos estamos corriendo sin pensar y sin ver lo que esta enfrente de nosotros...no nos importa la gente que lastimamos...no nos importa nada...solo queremos tener lo que nos hace "feliz"....veo la gente pasar y nadie esta verdaderamente feliz...no saben lo que es la felicidad verdadera...piensan que teniendo la mejor carrera y mas dinero es felicidad...pero, se pierden de lo mejor...si tan solo se pararan y vieran lo malo que estan haciendo tal vez el mundo seria un lugar mejor...tal vez seria un lugar en la que todavia quiero vivir...pero viendo como es la gente...ya no quiero saber nada...me quiero dormir...dormir y no despertar...quiero seguir ese hilo y llegar a la estrella...porque esa estrella es la que me da fuerza para seguir...solo esa estrella nos deja vivir...porque no dejamos de ver solo para nosotros y parar y ayudar a la gente?!...porque no ponemos un alto a las cosas que no tienen significado?....como guerras, hambre, pobreza....pero me da tanta tristeza saber que eso nunca pasara...nadie quiere salir de su burbuja, de su mundo magico donde todo esta bien...donde todos estan como el...donde el mundo real es solo una ilusion...dios ayudame...ya no aguanto estar en este mundo....lleno de tristeza y gente de mundos de burbuja...

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Aug 28, 2014

Aug 28, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC

jerusalem-driscoll

Gente con Mundos de Burbuja

Todos venimos de un mismo lugar,pero no todos vamos al mismo lugar es como si nuestros corazones estubieran enredados y si quisieras seguirlo llegarias a una estrella...esa estrella es lo que nos da vida y amor....pero todos estamos corriendo sin pensar y sin ver lo que esta enfrente de nosotros...no nos importa la gente que lastimamos...no nos importa nada...solo queremos tener lo que nos hace "feliz"....veo la gente pasar y nadie esta verdaderamente feliz...no saben lo que es la felicidad verdadera...piensan que teniendo la mejor carrera y mas dinero es felicidad...pero, se pierden de lo mejor...si tan solo se pararan y vieran lo malo que estan haciendo tal vez el mundo seria un lugar mejor...tal vez seria un lugar en la que todavia quiero vivir...pero viendo como es la gente...ya no quiero saber nada...me quiero dormir...dormir y no despertar...quiero seguir ese hilo y llegar a la estrella...porque esa estrella es la que me da fuerza para seguir...solo esa estrella nos deja vivir...porque no dejamos de ver solo para nosotros y parar y ayudar a la gente?!...porque no ponemos un alto a las cosas que no tienen significado?....como guerras, hambre, pobreza....pero me da tanta tristeza saber que eso nunca pasara...nadie quiere salir de su burbuja, de su mundo magico donde todo esta bien...donde todos estan como el...donde el mundo real es solo una ilusion...dios ayudame...ya no aguanto estar en este mundo....lleno de tristeza y gente de mundos de burbuja...

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Waiting. . . Waiting for rain. Waiting for it to wash away the pain. And bring me things to gain. Its like a game. Each time the same. Standing in rain, hiding my tearz, sharing with earth my fears, waiting for the day it all clears. Hiding it all from my peers. Standing ovation, for this special occasion. Killing the hiding invasion. Knowing that i have a vision, for the unwanted version, calling them the persians. Making them see an illusion. Giving them optical ilusion. So rain do come to stay. For success my way sway. . . And keep the unwanted away. . . .

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Sep 10, 2009

Sep 10, 2009 at 8:59 PM UTC

ng-oosthuizen

Waiting. . .

Waiting. . . Waiting for rain. Waiting for it to wash away the pain. And bring me things to gain. Its like a game. Each time the same. Standing in rain, hiding my tearz, sharing with earth my fears, waiting for the day it all clears. Hiding it all from my peers. Standing ovation, for this special occasion. Killing the hiding invasion. Knowing that i have a vision, for the unwanted version, calling them the persians. Making them see an illusion. Giving them optical ilusion. So rain do come to stay. For success my way sway. . . And keep the unwanted away. . . .

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Tanto tiempo inmovil, esperando sin esperanza que algun día apareciera. Hoy, ya tarde. poco a poco se desvanece la ilusion, que nos mantuvo despierto por tanto tiempo. Mientras más me acerco, más te alejas. Pero tal vez, solo tal vez mañana no será tarde. La ilusión brilla esmeralda en mis amaneceres oscuros; mientras, sus brazos rodean tu desnudo cuerpo. El calor de la ciega pasión calienta tu alma en decadencia. Me sigo alejando sin conseguir una respuesta, pues la distancia se vuelve verdugo del deseo. Esperando el tiempo yaciera congelado eternamente, nuestros cuerpos marchitaron, la llama se apago y el calor se volvió frío. Sólo me queda esperar, cómo tu ya lo haz hecho.

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Oct 21, 2015

Oct 21, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC

pablo-paredes

La respuesta

Tanto tiempo inmovil, esperando sin esperanza que algun día apareciera. Hoy, ya tarde. poco a poco se desvanece la ilusion, que nos mantuvo despierto por tanto tiempo. Mientras más me acerco, más te alejas. Pero tal vez, solo tal vez mañana no será tarde. La ilusión brilla esmeralda en mis amaneceres oscuros; mientras, sus brazos rodean tu desnudo cuerpo. El calor de la ciega pasión calienta tu alma en decadencia. Me sigo alejando sin conseguir una respuesta, pues la distancia se vuelve verdugo del deseo. Esperando el tiempo yaciera congelado eternamente, nuestros cuerpos marchitaron, la llama se apago y el calor se volvió frío. Sólo me queda esperar, cómo tu ya lo haz hecho.

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At those moments when your heart beat so hard when the ilusion of crumbling is the pain of love The moment we open up is the moment that we last There is no other love as this one. We drink We dance We dive into us Just to see A brightful rainbow Just because together we both are amused Of how good we are... Together.

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Dec 31, 2021

Dec 31, 2021 at 8:55 PM UTC

Demicci

Finale of the Rainbow.

At those moments when your heart beat so hard when the ilusion of crumbling is the pain of love The moment we open up is the moment that we last There is no other love as this one. We drink We dance We dive into us Just to see A brightful rainbow Just because together we both are amused Of how good we are... Together.

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En una tarde soleada estuvimos juntos. Sentados en el infinito crepúsculo de un interminable día de verano. Aún recuerdo, su suave y dulce aroma al tomarla entre mis brazos. El aliento del beso desencadenado que robo mi deseo. ¿Es tan triste recordar, algo que nunca pasó? Nunca fue mía, es cierto. Pero aún me siento tan lleno al recordar la ilusion de lo que pudo ser, mas nunca será. En el mismo árbol donde la hice mía, donde me sentaba a admirar su bello rostro, cálida sonrisa, cuerpo exacto, ojos de miel, piel de canela, mirada hechizante !Maldito sea su aroma, y el momento preciso! Era mía en un sueño, lo sé. Tan perfecta como lo esperaba, tan exacta como yo anhelada. Era perfecta, era para mí. Simplemente no era real Nunca existió, producto inexistente de mi imaginación vagabunda. No era un sueño, existe; está ahí bajo ese árbol esperando a que la encuentre, que calle su dolor con un beso, que cure su herida con la mía. Existe, allí está ¿Qué no la ves? Aquí estoy, allí estás Espérame, que yo te espero

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Sep 22, 2014

Sep 22, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC

pablo-paredes

Tarde

En una tarde soleada estuvimos juntos. Sentados en el infinito crepúsculo de un interminable día de verano. Aún recuerdo, su suave y dulce aroma al tomarla entre mis brazos. El aliento del beso desencadenado que robo mi deseo. ¿Es tan triste recordar, algo que nunca pasó? Nunca fue mía, es cierto. Pero aún me siento tan lleno al recordar la ilusion de lo que pudo ser, mas nunca será. En el mismo árbol donde la hice mía, donde me sentaba a admirar su bello rostro, cálida sonrisa, cuerpo exacto, ojos de miel, piel de canela, mirada hechizante !Maldito sea su aroma, y el momento preciso! Era mía en un sueño, lo sé. Tan perfecta como lo esperaba, tan exacta como yo anhelada. Era perfecta, era para mí. Simplemente no era real Nunca existió, producto inexistente de mi imaginación vagabunda. No era un sueño, existe; está ahí bajo ese árbol esperando a que la encuentre, que calle su dolor con un beso, que cure su herida con la mía. Existe, allí está ¿Qué no la ves? Aquí estoy, allí estás Espérame, que yo te espero

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Lone duck, bitten by an insane urge, turns and turns, endlessly on water plane, creates a churn, a pattern on water, as if to meet itself in a moment of stillness in between, when will it happen? His life passes as that illusion still lasts.

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Aug 2, 2015

Aug 2, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC

k-balachandran

Ilusion

Lone duck, bitten by an insane urge, turns and turns, endlessly on water plane, creates a churn, a pattern on water, as if to meet itself in a moment of stillness in between, when will it happen? His life passes as that illusion still lasts.

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My life was blinded about the darkness but now i meet you and you open my eyes My heart was blinded about lies and hurts but you change it in a beautiful light You bring me back to life once again You **** the darkness with your light I was blinded all my life but you make me to see the truth I was blinded but i know that you still love me behind of everything i do I hurt you alot but you never leaved me and i know that you,ll never do I have you,re unconditional love and no one can,t change that I was blinded by ilusion and dreams what never come true You are the only hope, the only dream i can dream about, the only love what i can keep in my heart for the restle of my life.

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May 20, 2014

May 20, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC

HelenaAndrea

Blinded

My life was blinded about the darkness but now i meet you and you open my eyes My heart was blinded about lies and hurts but you change it in a beautiful light You bring me back to life once again You **** the darkness with your light I was blinded all my life but you make me to see the truth I was blinded but i know that you still love me behind of everything i do I hurt you alot but you never leaved me and i know that you,ll never do I have you,re unconditional love and no one can,t change that I was blinded by ilusion and dreams what never come true You are the only hope, the only dream i can dream about, the only love what i can keep in my heart for the restle of my life.

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It was all going pretty well, infact very well if i had to be pushed.... but then i started to realise happiness is just an ilusion born in the fabric of the mind and thats when it all started to go terribly, partly because my legs are very wobbley there like jelly really (probs strawberry flavour) but more importantly where the hell are golden grahams they say they were cancelled because of the salt but it wasnt there fault they were taken away so young but at least we know theyve gone to a better place, theyve gone to live in the sea with the plaice (im going for the worst poem ever written can you tell :)).......i think i love you so i wrote it in a card you replied i think you mentle but i think we should just be freinds :( (that bits not true *** i dont know who you are :D) right back to the poem infact il start a new one :).

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Sep 14, 2010

Sep 14, 2010 at 4:59 AM UTC

nathan-sabellini

worst thing ever written :)

It was all going pretty well, infact very well if i had to be pushed.... but then i started to realise happiness is just an ilusion born in the fabric of the mind and thats when it all started to go terribly, partly because my legs are very wobbley there like jelly really (probs strawberry flavour) but more importantly where the hell are golden grahams they say they were cancelled because of the salt but it wasnt there fault they were taken away so young but at least we know theyve gone to a better place, theyve gone to live in the sea with the plaice (im going for the worst poem ever written can you tell :)).......i think i love you so i wrote it in a card you replied i think you mentle but i think we should just be freinds :( (that bits not true *** i dont know who you are :D) right back to the poem infact il start a new one :).

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Who knows what a whispering wind is on a stormy road and a bevel. What is the inverse level? The bell door rings at the entrance, In your dream like an angry rebel. The pain is the one that moves us into faith and live,If it does not break us, it strengthens us. Pain, like a carousel, believe. Devil has a thousand faces, but only one aim. Do not be craven. Fear is just an illusion. Everything becomes an indication. The heat of fusion creates evolution, find the right solution, What creates your passion, stimulates your spirit level, be your rebel.

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Oct 21, 2018

Oct 21, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC

ivan1395

Ilusion

Who knows what a whispering wind is on a stormy road and a bevel. What is the inverse level? The bell door rings at the entrance, In your dream like an angry rebel. The pain is the one that moves us into faith and live,If it does not break us, it strengthens us. Pain, like a carousel, believe. Devil has a thousand faces, but only one aim. Do not be craven. Fear is just an illusion. Everything becomes an indication. The heat of fusion creates evolution, find the right solution, What creates your passion, stimulates your spirit level, be your rebel.

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the horizon was a painting i saw its blurried lines today erased with the flick of a wrist repainted with the color grey was it an ilusion? or was it just me? seeing what i wanted to see a world of my own to recreate to mold, to shape, to paint everything beautifuly unfinished everything tragically unmoving am i the horizon?

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC

theotherfiftyone

Fading

the horizon was a painting i saw its blurried lines today erased with the flick of a wrist repainted with the color grey was it an ilusion? or was it just me? seeing what i wanted to see a world of my own to recreate to mold, to shape, to paint everything beautifuly unfinished everything tragically unmoving am i the horizon?

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