"ipanema" poems - Hello Poetry

I, naive I believed that the break in the clouds Was the end of rain Thought those rays of sun weren't burning I was lying Myself in the grass, Asking if the tulip chutes in Anatolia Were the same sinking green I feel now Where were we? Love for a thousand spaces and bottling them into skins Wanted to touch and know deeply all beautiful things No you're not allowed, they don't want to let you in That way, it's a distant place and means too much to understand The biological and irrational Crazed, sweeps gregarity above and within an aether-- like milky foam upon the waves When I return home from excursions I will be Ipanema The soft locale, unabashed and known to no soul Except empty elevators-- The lowly philosopher-king Maybe then you'll think highly of me Through the mixed feelings Unable to handle Straight through the socket Ring of fire Then and only then will you realize That real life Is more than just a zone or some local Brewery on a Friday night And every other Friday night Ever thereafter-- You'll unlock the box of atomic intention And listen deeply to her on the station "Sade and Other Like Hits" Slowed down for full potential Letting your cochlea stroke themselves off to the tune of the universe And the sound of air moving indiscriminately Will give you All this Somewhere almost fractal, imbibed Decimated repetitively There is a fragment of my voice, Calling "Love, how much I'd love to be. "

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Dec 5, 2018

Dec 5, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC

TimelessWave

Odysseus, pt 2

I, naive I believed that the break in the clouds Was the end of rain Thought those rays of sun weren't burning I was lying Myself in the grass, Asking if the tulip chutes in Anatolia Were the same sinking green I feel now Where were we? Love for a thousand spaces and bottling them into skins Wanted to touch and know deeply all beautiful things No you're not allowed, they don't want to let you in That way, it's a distant place and means too much to understand The biological and irrational Crazed, sweeps gregarity above and within an aether-- like milky foam upon the waves When I return home from excursions I will be Ipanema The soft locale, unabashed and known to no soul Except empty elevators-- The lowly philosopher-king Maybe then you'll think highly of me Through the mixed feelings Unable to handle Straight through the socket Ring of fire Then and only then will you realize That real life Is more than just a zone or some local Brewery on a Friday night And every other Friday night Ever thereafter-- You'll unlock the box of atomic intention And listen deeply to her on the station "Sade and Other Like Hits" Slowed down for full potential Letting your cochlea stroke themselves off to the tune of the universe And the sound of air moving indiscriminately Will give you All this Somewhere almost fractal, imbibed Decimated repetitively There is a fragment of my voice, Calling "Love, how much I'd love to be. "

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Dawn casts her long line for spring Days linger to catch the angel irises bloom Enveloped by early chirping chitter-chatter Lightly crusted sleep argues for lids to remain closed Black perking wake-me oil makes a strong cups case for compromise A nudge to join the living - On negotiated terms - Somewhere between another dream and lavender bubbles The contract will begin Foggy feet shuffle onto the wheel Spying steps creak tattle-tale floorboards alerting all on the way Pleading thoughtfulness You beg for silence as the Ra room comes into view Brightly checkered yellow-brown mustard window patterns Cut diagonal boxes across maple hardwood Stained glass dots of emerald, violet, and red raspberry Dance on lemon washed walls as they turn and wink for a smile Your morning chair sets at the edge of the warming sun pond inviting you Join them You listen to the ripples of space Your cushioned dock perfectly positioned for a loving embrace You sit And slowly dip legs into the glowing pool Drenched limbs cocoon in the heavy webbing of golden rays Bathing The chickadees celebration is known Immersed Lids succumb to the orange haze The Girl from Ipanema sings Young and lovely You feel wonderful No risk of drowning here... Only in happiness One radiating breath Before the Samba plays again © 2019 MJL

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Mar 26, 2019

Mar 26, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC

mjl

Sun Pond

Dawn casts her long line for spring Days linger to catch the angel irises bloom Enveloped by early chirping chitter-chatter Lightly crusted sleep argues for lids to remain closed Black perking wake-me oil makes a strong cups case for compromise A nudge to join the living - On negotiated terms - Somewhere between another dream and lavender bubbles The contract will begin Foggy feet shuffle onto the wheel Spying steps creak tattle-tale floorboards alerting all on the way Pleading thoughtfulness You beg for silence as the Ra room comes into view Brightly checkered yellow-brown mustard window patterns Cut diagonal boxes across maple hardwood Stained glass dots of emerald, violet, and red raspberry Dance on lemon washed walls as they turn and wink for a smile Your morning chair sets at the edge of the warming sun pond inviting you Join them You listen to the ripples of space Your cushioned dock perfectly positioned for a loving embrace You sit And slowly dip legs into the glowing pool Drenched limbs cocoon in the heavy webbing of golden rays Bathing The chickadees celebration is known Immersed Lids succumb to the orange haze The Girl from Ipanema sings Young and lovely You feel wonderful No risk of drowning here... Only in happiness One radiating breath Before the Samba plays again © 2019 MJL

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Rounding life’s corners on my Bigwheel Smile splashed across my face Eyes illuminated with glossy tears from shear speed and joy Not considering the path ahead or the road behind Simply now, simply sublime Regaining control after speeding too quickly A brief lapse in judgment nearly bringing cataclysmic spills Up on two wheels for a moment But now firmly planted, gripping the road Only speed limit is desire People see my style as I pass Like I was from Ipanema And I can hear my theme music blast as I fly by onlookers Giving me a rhythm to peddle to Getting funky on these streets And bystanders become bydancers Unavoidable, infectious pandemonium People woop and get down and ***** To fill that former droning, stale silence I feel like me again Which is really the only way to feel Because why should you feel like someone else?

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Apr 19, 2013

Apr 19, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC

tvleasco

Juju Rejuvenation and lead role reclaimation

Rounding life’s corners on my Bigwheel Smile splashed across my face Eyes illuminated with glossy tears from shear speed and joy Not considering the path ahead or the road behind Simply now, simply sublime Regaining control after speeding too quickly A brief lapse in judgment nearly bringing cataclysmic spills Up on two wheels for a moment But now firmly planted, gripping the road Only speed limit is desire People see my style as I pass Like I was from Ipanema And I can hear my theme music blast as I fly by onlookers Giving me a rhythm to peddle to Getting funky on these streets And bystanders become bydancers Unavoidable, infectious pandemonium People woop and get down and ***** To fill that former droning, stale silence I feel like me again Which is really the only way to feel Because why should you feel like someone else?

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THE STRIPES ON THE PROMENADE PAVING CARRIED ON UP THE WALL - MADE YOU WONDER IF ANYTHING WAS THERE AT ALL, ONLY STREET BOYS, SENORITAS AND FAST FOOD EATERS BEING WATCHED BY JESUS FROM A SUGAR LOAF MOUNTAIN AND A NEARBY FOUNTAIN; A BAR IN SHANTY TOWN HAD SWING DOORS AND FACES THAT LOOKED AT YOU, ASKING- WHY ARE YOU HERE? DID YOU COME TO STEAL OUR BEER? GO BACK TO IPANEMA WHERE YOU BELONG - DON'T COME HERE AND SPOIL OUR SONG; DO YOU LIVE UNDER A LEAKING ROOF? IF YOU DID, PERHAPS YOU WOULDN'T BE SO ALOOF, STAY IN NIRVANA, ON THE WHITE SAND OF COPACABANA.

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Mar 6, 2016

Mar 6, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC

terry-reeves

TIME IN RIO

THE STRIPES ON THE PROMENADE PAVING CARRIED ON UP THE WALL - MADE YOU WONDER IF ANYTHING WAS THERE AT ALL, ONLY STREET BOYS, SENORITAS AND FAST FOOD EATERS BEING WATCHED BY JESUS FROM A SUGAR LOAF MOUNTAIN AND A NEARBY FOUNTAIN; A BAR IN SHANTY TOWN HAD SWING DOORS AND FACES THAT LOOKED AT YOU, ASKING- WHY ARE YOU HERE? DID YOU COME TO STEAL OUR BEER? GO BACK TO IPANEMA WHERE YOU BELONG - DON'T COME HERE AND SPOIL OUR SONG; DO YOU LIVE UNDER A LEAKING ROOF? IF YOU DID, PERHAPS YOU WOULDN'T BE SO ALOOF, STAY IN NIRVANA, ON THE WHITE SAND OF COPACABANA.

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Let's get tanned on the beach of Ipanema, Where the breeze is always lively and artistic. We'll climb Arpoador just to watch the sunset behind The Two Brothers as it casts color on the sandy bay. As the night draws in we will head to a restaurant, where the air is drunk with bossa nova music and dance our night away.

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Jun 19, 2020

Jun 19, 2020 at 1:16 PM UTC

Khaleesi19

Sunny Ipanema

Let's get tanned on the beach of Ipanema, Where the breeze is always lively and artistic. We'll climb Arpoador just to watch the sunset behind The Two Brothers as it casts color on the sandy bay. As the night draws in we will head to a restaurant, where the air is drunk with bossa nova music and dance our night away.

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Love Ipanema That girl loves to walk so much Where is she going

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Jun 23, 2014

Jun 23, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC

stukerr

Ipanema

Love Ipanema That girl loves to walk so much Where is she going

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Dawn stretches golden over Guanabara Bay, sugarloaf rising like a dream in stone. Waves kiss the shore in samba rhythms, each tide a whisper from the heart of Brazil. Birdsong rains from the canopy, scarlet macaws slicing morning light like brushstrokes. The rainforest exhales its perfume, a living mural swaying in greens and golds. Cobblestone streets hum beneath bare feet, colors bursting from murals and music. The air tastes of mango and maracujá, joy lingers in every sun-soaked laugh. Ipanema gleams like a string of pearls, bodies bronzed and basking in euphoria. Even the breeze dances, flirting with palms, curling through café songs. From Lapa’s arches to Christ’s open arms, the city holds you, wide-eyed, blooming. And oh, to see Rio not just with eyes but with your whole soul alight.

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Apr 19, 2025

Apr 19, 2025 at 11:26 AM UTC

poetriesgrave

Rio in Bloom

Dawn stretches golden over Guanabara Bay, sugarloaf rising like a dream in stone. Waves kiss the shore in samba rhythms, each tide a whisper from the heart of Brazil. Birdsong rains from the canopy, scarlet macaws slicing morning light like brushstrokes. The rainforest exhales its perfume, a living mural swaying in greens and golds. Cobblestone streets hum beneath bare feet, colors bursting from murals and music. The air tastes of mango and maracujá, joy lingers in every sun-soaked laugh. Ipanema gleams like a string of pearls, bodies bronzed and basking in euphoria. Even the breeze dances, flirting with palms, curling through café songs. From Lapa’s arches to Christ’s open arms, the city holds you, wide-eyed, blooming. And oh, to see Rio not just with eyes but with your whole soul alight.

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