"ria" poems
Aquellas quienes son alguien solo frente a un espejo, quienes sienten lo que son con la camara de su telefono, quienes les importa retocarse por horas para estar minutos en un lugar, son esas personas las que no quiero en mi vida.
Quiero quien se ponga feliz de ver un bosque, que se ria a carcajadas cuando la lluvia las invadio sin aviso, quien disfrute de las luciernagas como de las estrellas, que se descalze a sentir el pasto y juegue con sus dedos en el, que no le importe la gente pero que si le importe el mundo y todo lo que hay en el, que cuando mire sea amor y solo amor, que te acompañe sin invadir, que viva el mundo a contramano y siempre para adelante, que te alimente de felicidad y alegria sin pedir nada a cambio.
Quiero una persona que no ande a las corridas y valore lo que la rodea, que pueda hacer sus cosas con felicidad y no la invadan ni la sofoquen.
Quizas sea utopico pero yo se que esa persona existe, y la quiero conocer, que me invada de amor con una mirada, que nos riamos como locos en una hamaca porque los demas nos estan juzgando.
Quizas este loco, quizas nadie me entienda, pero ya conozco muchos locos, lo que pido no es fuera de lo comun, quiero ver su cara y conocer su nombre porque aunque no la conozca ya estoy enamorado de ella.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
Ria
It means loving, caring, friendly,
It is the number 17,
It is like the passion of fire,
It is hiking and scaling mountains for the first time,
It is the memory of Dad,
Who taught me happiness and compassion,
When he showed me a dream,
My name is Ria,
It means living your life to the fullest!
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 7:35 AM UTC
I hear that you are leaving for India tomorrow.
A long flight on which you will take your slumber
travelling among the blue skies,
sleeping on cloud 9.
May you have the sweetest dream ever
and when you finally step on ground,
I wish you an adventure so vivid and satisfying,
that you'll come back and retell stories
and we'll have fun together, too.
This summer may be just beginning,
for you at least,
while the sun is going down for me.
May it be filled with mirth and
I bless you with every
single happiness you can ever
feel in every possible
moment.
Be safe, my dear friend,
for I love you so.
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
Segelas susu cokelat panas
Selembar roti tawar
Ritual pagi sebelum berkabar
Embun hingga petang
Lara hingga ria
Tanggal muda hingga tua
Pertanyaan dari Ibu masih sama, bagaimana cuaca hari ini?
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 11:38 AM UTC
Holding with thirsty desperation,
Breathing long, deep breaths,
Loving with such dedicated conviction,
Kissing with such passionate love,
Soft as feathers,
Rough as sandpaper.
ria
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
Your like a star, keeps on shining through the night
like a rainbow, glowing after the rain
Just like a guitar, strumming into my heart
and a sweet melody of a baby's lullaby
like a natural scent of an autumn
and like the sun, warms into my heart...
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 11:17 PM UTC
Hoje fazem 24 meses que nós conhecemos, quando te vi pela 1° vez naquela ensolarada tarde de setembro, te observei por minutos que mais pareciam horas, me encantei como você conversava e ria tão despreocupadamente, como se não soubesse que o aquecimento global está destruindo nosso planeta a cada segundo, que por ano 30.000 jovens morrem no brasil e que 77% desse numero são negros, ou que a desigualdade social só tende a crescer nos próximos anos. Isso me deixou perplexo, e de certa forma te observar era como um remédio para as minhas manias, como a mania de falar demais, de falar rápido demais, ou a de me preocupar demais, não importava quais sejam, quando olhava para você elas simplesmente sumiam.
Hoje faz 4 meses que não nós vemos, minhas manias sumiram totalmente, talvez, porque hoje eu só me importe com você, só queira falar sobre você, só queira falar com você, mas, hoje faz 4 meses que não se vemos, 4 meses que não falo com você, 4 meses sem ver você, 4 meses tentando lembrar quem eu era antes de você.
Hoje é o equinócio da primavera e eu espero com todas as forças do meu ser, que eu volte a crescer, e quem saiba, te esquecer
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
Dear Rain,
If you're listening I pray you send the storm, across the welsh seas.
Thunder so loud it deafens my cries at night, a howling winds so chilly it freezes my weak heart.
I hope the lightening is so bright that it blinds me to the memories of him, the clatter of the rain on my loft-space bedroom, my tears look pathetic and put to shame.
I hope you bring your clouds of grey to clash with my awful mood. And when the nights over, when this is all over,
I hope and I pray you bring that dazzling rainbow - and I find my *** of gold in the end.
Love,
Ria.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
It has been an honour
to write poetry with you,
creating magic
with just our own brilliant minds
and hands.
This is me saying farewell
when you return,
let our quills become wands
and minds become
extraordinary thinking machines
creating worlds out of thin air.
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
Friendship,
A funny thing,
A happy thing,
A warm thing.
A thing that people yearn for,
Wish for,
Have a need for.
When you make a friend,
You get a warm, drunk feeling in the pit of your stomach,
A feeling that makes you feel dizzy, happy.
I am thankful for my friends,
the ones that love me,
Are there for me,
Miss me,
Care about me..
I am thankful,
For the short girl with the colorful hair and crazy personality,
For the tall brunette boy that keeps crashing and never stops caring,
For the woman who is my hero....
I love you so ******* much.
Never forget.
ria
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
I don't know if I'll ever see her again,
This one I trusted to be my forever.
This is not forever.
This is a day and days without her.
She doesn't want to be bothered.
She doesn't want to be better.
I hate myself for respecting it.
She's gone somewhere far away,
But never more than a phone call away.
I pray her face never fades from my mind
As I may never see her again.
Still, even now, all I can recall
Is the snow covered bridge she sat upon,
The snow soaking into her jeans
And an icy storm in the water below.
She stared so deeply into that storm.
She used to say, "Home."
She always whispered, "Home."
She doesn't want to be bothered.
She doesn't want to be alone.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 3:15 PM UTC
such is the idea of spreschen...
that drummer from
the corrs's?
that drummer *****
just reminds me of the year 1998...
and had i the resources to allow
her to reciprocate my "ambitions"...
i'd **** her so hard as to silence
the bell-tower of westminster;
dog talk... huh?! keeping a tidy and
clean vocab will not make people
behave in the way you might
consider mirror-image of the
use of words (in counter, via some
morbid staging of etiquette standards
left "in expectation")...
i'll talk ***** you do *****
everyone happy?
good... come the next genocide;
then i'll be in the choir of castratos:
gloria! glo-ria! hosannah in the ebb!
you can't but be sarcastic with these
people.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
E tu, ansiosa por te afogar,
Foste apanhada na corrente
Deste teu precioso mar.
À superfície da água salgada,
Onde te deixavas flutuar,
Saíram das mais ínfimas profundezas
Mil duzentos e sete braços
Ansiosos por te abraçar.
Envoltos num corpo inanimado,
Não o deixaram recuar.
Nunca mais deu à costa,
Nem soube o que era respirar.
Pois peso morto sempre naufraga
E não há volta a dar.
Mas há coisas que não têm peso
E são mais difíceis de afundar...
Descem, e logo voltam à tona
Como se estivessem a ressuscitar.
Dizem que a mulher que lá entrou,
Naquele tenebroso mar,
Entrou criança
E foi feita sereia.
Não sei o que lhes deu essa ideia,
Talvez estejam obcecados com a mudança.
Talvez pela forma como o seu corpo balança
Por entre as ondas da maré cheia.
Quem espera sempre alcança...
Numa noite escura,
num silêncio de levar à loucura,
Num céu envolto em trevas
onde nem espreitava o luar...
Avistaram uma sereia em pleno alto mar.
Dizem que o seu canto,
Simultaneamente belo e perigoso,
Fazia qualquer homem desesperar.
Como sou mulher, cética e descrente,
Com olhar atento mas duvidoso,
Nunca cheguei a acreditar.
Iludidos!
Aqui está mais uma prova,
Os homens são muito fáceis de enganar.
Nem se aperceberam que eram gritos
Aquilo que se espalhava pelo ar,
Os seus e o dela.
O som do massacre com que ela os iria brindar.
A única diferença é que os gritos da sereia
Eram de puro prazer,
E os gritos dos homens
Eram de puro sofrer.
A única diferença é que ela ia sobreviver,
Para ver outro dia nascer,
Para ter mais uma história que escrever.
Iludidos!
Não podem ver uma mulher que já não sabem pensar.
E ela, inteligente, usa esse instinto contra eles,
para os convencer a mergulhar.
Assim, num mar de tinta vermelha
Habituara-se a sereia a nadar.
A cada morte ria mais alto,
“Tanta ignorância ali jaz a boiar”,
E ria, como se os seus pulmões fossem estourar,
Com uma ingenuidade encantadora
De quem não sabe que está a pecar.
Dançava, louca e despreocupada,
Por entre centenas de corpos desfeitos
Que corriam na sua água, doce e salgada,
Livre de amarras e preconceitos.
Dizem que em noites de tempestade,
Por entre o caos da trovoada,
Ecoam os gritos de uma sereia
Juntamente com a sua doce risada.
“Não há homem neste mundo
Capaz de me tocar
Sem eu o petrificar.
Ainda bem que os braços
Que me envolveram,
No fim de tudo,
Foram os de uma deusa
Chamada Mar”.
Mar 12, 2022
Mar 12, 2022 at 8:55 AM UTC
Cada neto tinha nome de flor
as vezes assustava ao dizer
sempre com amor um nome morto,
ali referindo-se a flor que descansa
Cada sorriso e queda ela sorria
da vida breve era a ladra nata
mas da vida só roubara vasos
variados de plantas tantas
Cada ano se erguia sempre
com sua pitula de cachaça
ria até da desgraça, a velha
doce de fala leve e mansa
Agora descansa ali no céu
a sorrir das plêiades lança
da morte ao subir ao monte
outras sementes do barco
de Caronte
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 8:35 PM UTC
A loud siren noise blared through the room. “Ughhh! 5 more minutes!!!”, Addison grunted. “Ria, can you get that?”, Addison said. Soteria was lying at the foot of her bed in the form of a black cat. She just turned away and licked her paw. “Fine.”, Addison said. She sat up and her palm landed on the snooze button. She rolled off the bed and accidentally hit her head on the nightstand. She winced in pain, rubbing her head. Addison heard footsteps coming up the stairs. “Addyyy! Breakfast time!!”, someone said in a sing-songy voice. Addy looked at Ria. “Where is HER snooze button! It's 6 am! It should be forbidden to wake up this early”, she thought. “Coming Aunt Gemma!”, she shouted. She quickly got dressed and rushed downstairs.
Gemmaline turned to Addy as she walked downstairs. “I made your favorite! Enchantaberry Waffles!”, she said. “What’s the occasion?”, Addy said, as she put a waffle in her mouth.
“Your first day of high school silly!”, Gemma said in a joyful voice. Addy slumped into a chair. “Was that today?”, she said in a muffled voice. “C,mon Addy. I know you are scared but-”, Gemma said, but was interrupted. “No, I'm not scared. I’m just... not a people person, ya know?”. “Not a people person, huh? What happened to the Addy that used to run around with other kids at the playground pretending to cast spells?”, Gemma said in a smug voice. “Oh, she’s still there. Just deep, deep, deep, deep, DEEEEPPP down.”, Addy replied. “Just- promise me you’ll at least TRY to have a good day”, Gemma said. “Ok, fine. I'll try.”, Addy said. “Thank you.”, Gemma said, as she kissed Addison on the head. Addison smoothed her hair out and walked towards the door. She slumped her bag onto her shoulder and unlocked the door. “Bye Aunt Gemma”. Gemma blew a kiss as Addy walked out the door.
Addison took a deep breath and headed towards the bus stop. She sat on the bench and looked down both ways of the cobblestone road. She pulled out her magic scroll. She started swiping through old pictures of her as a kid. One picture caught her attention. It was a picture of her holding her first wand. It was a basic starter wand, with a safety strap. “Was I really that danger-prone?”, she thought. The next photo was one of her dangling in the air, hanging from her wand. “Nevermind”, she thought.
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 7:04 PM UTC
I look at you, you look at me
The glances were exchanged
The sparks were flying
O' I swear, the heart fluttered
I sometimes steal a glance and sometimes yours wondering curious eye
I swear it was something before anyone raise the point
But here I wonder upon it
Was it true or something I made
I doubt my remembrance, the old issue of mine
But this time, there is something different I felt,
Like it tapped into my truest of truth
It tapped into something I am made of
So, I wonder, I wander where are you now
Into the unknown I pledge
for you to come back
Come back fast
So we can look it together
love.
Ria
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC