"rodriguez" poems
Though miles may lie between us, we're never far apart,
for relationship doesn't count the miles;
it's measured by the heart.
“Don't measure the distance;
measure my love."
We are the perfect couple;
we're just not in the perfect situation.
I can’t wait for it to come to reality.
I wish that you were here or that I were there,
or that we were together anywhere.
Miles away and you are still right here, in my heart and mind;
Here in my heart, that’s where you’ll be;
you’ll be with me, here in my heart.
No distance can keep us apart, long as you’re here in my heart.
Copyright: Rose Dennis Rodriguez: 03-03-2011
Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 1:59 PM UTC
Mountains
Freshwater creeks
Coach Lambert
Dry Prong
Basketball bus rides
Old Music
Latch Disclosure
Orca whales
Spirit
Openly gay couples
Church songs
Windy plains
Grinding at school dances
Four wheelers
Mr Rodriguez
Cold weather
Snow skiing
Christmas
Fir trees
Canada
Planet Earth Movies
Fizzy Feelings
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
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Michael Fried
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Julia de Burgos
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Keith Waldrop (b. 1932)
Shipwreck in Haven, Part Four
“Majesty”
Susan Hahn
Anthem
Alice Lyons
Developers
The Boom and After the Boom
Walt Whitman (1819–1892)
When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
Kazim Ali (b. 1971)
Ramadan
Speech
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)
Aftermath
Hymn to the Night
Sharon Olds (b. 1942)
I Could Not Tell
Chamber Thicket
Billy Collins (b. 1941)
Silence
Reading an Anthology of Chinese Poems of the Sung Dynasty, I Pause To Admire the Length and Clarity of Their Titles
Corina Copp
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Dorothea Grossman (1937–2012)
I have to tell you
For Allen Ginsberg
Bridget Lowe
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Diane Burns
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Beth Brant
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Terrance Hayes (b. 1971)
Stick Elegy
Cocktails with Orpheus
Ann Taylor (1782–1866)
The Baby's Dance
The Cut
Chrystos
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Amit Majmudar (b. 1979)
The Miscarriage
Instructions to an Artisan
Linda Rodriguez
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Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
From one hundred and fifty miles away
You drilled a ***** into my head
These simple encounters collaborated together
And they built an emotion
It was sculpted from past events:
Driving around in your car listening to angsty teenage punk rock music
Everyone looked at us with a face that stated, “They don’t belong here”.
Showing me around your town. Knowing that where I was standing on Main Street,
You stood in that same exact spot ten years ago.
Sitting on your couch watching funny videos on youtube. And for the first time in my life, I felt like I wasn’t wasting my time.
With you watching lighting bugs illuminate their ***** over the corn. Made me realize that you live in Nebraska. And I am happy I live here too.
Midnight. At the golf course. We got lost in stars and found a perfect spot on a bench donated by the “Rodriguez Family”. If that bench wasn’t there, we wouldn’t had a perfect view, which is why I’m so ******* thankful for the Rodriguez Family.
I should’ve been paying more attention to the road because it was so dark but, looking at the stars and creating constellations from the words that you said to me sounded like a greater idea.
I could just hear this voice, screaming within my rib-cage.
It didn’t know what to scream because it’s never felt this till…
NOW….you don’t even hear it…
No, it’s still there…she just chose to forget
In this stage of solitude, I did some research…
[luhv] noun, verb,
a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person
To have love or affection; be in love
_
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 1:58 AM UTC
Author: Mia Rodriguez
Because of you I have a reason to smile.
Wanted to see you but you said you'd be away for a while.
When will you come back to me?
So we can hold each other while we sleep?
I think of you every night.
Wishing I can hold you tight.
You're my yum yum and I'm your bumble bee.
No matter what happend in my heart is where you'll be.
The day you come back to me
Promise me you will never leave.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 11:48 AM UTC
Eres mas linda que una encantadora flor. Seductora en tu mirada como la briza calmada ,que hace feliz el amor.
Con tigo no existe el dolor , por que tu eres alegria como los bellos rayos del sol llenos de paz y simpatia.
-Luis M. Rodriguez
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC
"you're a little bit of a chameleon
you never quite dress the same
you always look a little bit different"
that's because I shift my skin every hour or so
I live on the constant brink of what I could be
French music at 5 a.m.
and tom waits at midnight
Rodriguez in the shower
and silence in the dead
quiet of an October snow fall
I gave up smoking and took up
chocolate pancakes at 2 p.m.
I live naked in my room made of
red fire and velvet
someday if I squeeze into
that domestic skin with a floral dress
and bulging *******
with instant coffee breath
you have to promise to build me a sun roof
the kind that I can watch the mountains turn purple as
the morning shreds itself onto the hills
and
if I squeeze into the skin
that I have already known
one with pressurized headaches
and a complex for falling for
strange men on the roadside
and an obsession for the occult
and cinnamon flavored, spine tingling
gum
a hint of violence
promise that you'll leave right away
if I want to push myself in that shrunken skin
of a small brown
tornado
tell me you won't try to run after as the
debris collects
every day I decide which skin to wrap around my spine
trying in the meantime
to scrub anonymous fingerprints off the majority of them
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 7:07 PM UTC
If only time stood still
Then nothing would happen in this world you may think that sounds kind of appealing
No babies born, no humans killed
If Billy had forgotten his lunch
Then ran back to pick it up
If he'd have left the house just a minute later
And into the traffic got stuck
Then he wouldn't have been driving his for
At 15:47 down Chahito Boulevard
Where on that saturday morning
Amy Rodriguez she crossed the road
If only time stood still
Then nothing would happen in this world you may think that sounds kind of appealing
No babies born, no humans killed
If Amy hadn't snoozed that morning alarm at 5:45am
Then 2 minutes later she rose up, slipped into her office dress
And if the rain she fell, then the car would've been a better way
To get her to the working station, that Saturday
Billy's phone rang out, his head bowed down
A big old bang on the hood of his car, Amy lay silent, people gather around
Fifteen seconds later she'd have crossed path to path
If the phone didn't ring oh ain't irony a funny thing, we'd still be hearing Any's laugh
Now all the guilt in the world can't change what's happened you live with what you've got
A second here or there can make a lifetime of difference, something i've never really thought
Now Billy's old and can sit on his porch with grandchildren dancing at his feet
But he lives with the thoughts that if he slept 2 minutes longer Amy Rodriguez would still be walking these streets
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 8:43 AM UTC
sixto rodriguez
isn't good enough for you
her faded name makes do
she has an inner wrist tattoo
someone said,
"there are a lot of uncreative people out there who have a need to express themselves"
how true
how true
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 6:15 AM UTC
just about a year ago
you were unpacking my delusional suitcase
it was a carry-on
i had thought
i had just gotten back from hollywood
i had just come back to something good
i dreamt you were unpacking my delusional suitcase
i had thought you were saying:
"come to, un-be-comely
come to my loneliness
you'll get hired
come along to my loneliness
come around to my loneliness
you'll talk too much and
you'll get nowhere"
just about a year ago
i had thought i had come back
to something good
it was a carry-on
it didn't last long
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 10:15 AM UTC
“Hello, my name is Rodriguez the tinpot dictator of South American country A. I came to power and made everyone a communist whether they liked it or not.
Those who disagreed disappeared. You see, I ain’t a bad man but as I’m in power I have to be firm and they’re no more.
Some call me Steel ***** as I go up against my country’s insurgents, in the pay of the Yanks, and tie down their capitalist forces in a futile war they can never win and I send the traitors’ families the bill for the bullets – pay up or die!
Everything went well till the Americans sent the Marines in and we beat them at first but now we are losing, so I’ll soon be out of a home and a job. I’ll find another country and take my cause to them, overthrow their government and be a dictator again.
Ill teach the Zionists a lesson and show them how a communist can fight.”
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
eyes swollen, eyes red,
and inside, my heart lies dead.
cheeks red, cheeks wet.
this cancer stick hasn't killed me yet.
shirt wet, shirt stained,
shirt stained with the blood and tears from my pain.
wrists stained, wrists marked,
our ¨love story¨ is f*cking tearing me apart.
the map is still marked, the map is right here...
that map was just ripped up out of fear.
you were here, but now you're gone.
i'm sorry for showing up drunk and puking on your lawn.
if im gone, if i left this world tonight,
would i see you again in the afterlife?
parts of my life, parts of my soul,
you still have some; you always made me feel whole.
your letters are drenched, your letters are tore.
your sweet words aren't spoken or written to me anymore.
your clothes are here, your clothes have stayed,
but your scent has gone; i wish it didn't fade.
i don't know why i'm still writing; you'll never read this.
maybe it's because i miss your hands, and your lips.
and your eyes, and that beautiful laugh.
and that smile... you always were my better half.
ashes falling, im inhaling.
before i know it, im on my knees praying.
wailing.
then on my back, laying,
waiting
to see you again.
to hold you again.
im counting to ten.
one.
too many tears, i can't see.
two.
even if it's not true, please tell me you love me.
three.
i can't breathe, what if i pass out?
four.
will you carry me home, and tell me what your dreams are about?
five.
i hope you'd say, ¨always you¨, like you did before.
six.
but that's impossible; you don't love me anymore.
seven.
i should stop counting, im not a thought in your mind.
eight.
but baby, i just can't leave our love behind.
nine.
i know when i open my eyes, you won't be here.
ten.
the pain im feeling from your absence is severe,
and now it's clear.
your voice is all that i hear.
but you're still gone, you'll always be everywhere but here.
and now, just like you,
i wanna disappear for forever, too.
©️ 2017-2018 CARINA RODRIGUEZ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
Every mistake
I once committed
in the past,
now that I am here
deeply and beautifully
lost
in your eyes,
made me realize
that
everything,
even the tragedies,
led me here to you.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
Which Richard Rodriguez says
He heard chanted on schoolyards
As a child in Sacramento.
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 11:28 PM UTC