"saudade" poems
Again, its you on my mind,
brought to my face, a sweet smile
Come, let me embrace you warmly
give you my love of all kind.
The sky is red,
birds returning to their home
while I look dreaded,
I don't want to be alone.
The sun does burn me through the day,
but it heals my soul in the end.
I will love you forever, come what may.
Test me, whichever way you want,
as you can't stop my ascend.
In the day, the sea waves me goodbye,
but it returns with a gentle touch.
Come, let me embrace you warmly
at dusk, on the beach, here I lie.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
It was where you'd always sit, in unrest, with a forced smile, yet comfortable in your dwelling.
Seemingly broken but with a little hope stored away somewhere.
I saw an image that day, so surreal.
I could not help but let the tears flow, for I have missed you, more and more, since you let go.
Little instances when I feel you around, keep me curious and looking forward to life.
I momentarily feel the comfort and security you provided, and like the wind it sweeps away to find me on another day.
©A. Harris 2016
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
"Saudade" the heart whispers in low tones
but I decide to ignore it
"Saudade" the heart cries
but I wipe its tears with numbness
"Saudade!" the heart screams in agony
and only then do I see
how deep the heart feels
that everlasting pain I decide to ignore
that unique portuguese word that describes perfectly
how everytime I ignore those threatening sad thoughts
they linger somewhere else
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 9:23 AM UTC
Saudade fills the emptiness in the air.
A faint calling, almost hardly there.
Longing for something before.
Perhaps before time and corruption..
Possibilities..
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
Saudade solta ao vento
Na saudade solta ao vento,
Tenho amor com encanto.
Caminhadas eternas com esplendor,
Santificam teu amor…
Na vida dos sonhos inacabados,
Fado dos meus fados.
Sorriso doce e transparente,
Ser lindo, impaciente.
Sonho sempre sonhado,
Amor meu amado.
Sentimento do sentido sem lamento,
Saudade solta ao vento…
Victor Marques
Dec 12, 2009
Dec 12, 2009 at 6:39 AM UTC
Hark verily my indignant venipuncture retrogression
Saudade anthropomorphic coveting empathic repression
Bask wholly in its self indulgent verbose serendipity
Happenstance to necromance enigmatic anonymity
Applied psychology catharsis my make believe aggression
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 6:15 PM UTC
stupid living boys
and their hummingbird hearts.
stupid dead boys
and their lingering stares.
supermarket polaroids,
cold apartment poetry,
faded glassy eyes,
***** fingernails.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
I look at you
A ghost without boundaries
My hands reaching out
To grasp your heart
Nothing there to stop me
I look at you
Ephemeral
And ethereal
I wonder when you’ll see
The way I view you
An abstract concept
Far away
Never to be found
Never to be touched
Yet an object of limerence
An object of love
That is not to be realized
Saudade
Object of obsession
You are nothing more than that
You are much more than that
A ghost without boundaries
Dead yet alive in my mind
Fitting in the puzzle pieces
As I fit the parts of my heart
Last time it fell for you
Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 2:16 PM UTC
MAE HIRAETH ARNA AMDANOT
( THERE'S LONELINESS ON ME FOR YOU )
Her shadow is
laughing.
Her shadow is
taller than a tree.
She is a key
for which there is
no door
a Polaroid photograph
dying in the sun
( fading into the nothing
from which it comes ).
My mind slashes through time
grasps this memory
of her
clutches it to itself
until once again Death
orders it to
. . .let go.
It...does so.
Her shadow
laughing.
Her shadow
taller than a tree.
***
Hiraeth, pronounced "here eyeth" is a Welsh word that has no direct English translation. It is defined it as homesickness tinged with grief or sadness over the lost or departed. It is a mix of longing, yearning, nostalgia, wistfulness, or an earnest desire...a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or that never was.
Hiraeth is best buddies with the Portuguese concept of saudade (a key theme in Fado music), Brazilian Portuguese banzo (more related to homesickness), Turkish gurbet, Galician morriña, Romanian dor.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 6:51 PM UTC
When your
heart beats
in a series of code
that your mind
has yet to
decipher
praise your gods
darling
for you're
evolving
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC
Saudade de meus avós
Procuro uma justificação plausível,
Para tanto amor que recebi.
Indago nas profundezas do universo,
Escuto conselhos sábios nunca dum homem só,
Amor eterno a meus avós.
Caminhadas por entre giestas sedutoras,
Rebanhos que alguém guardou.
Hinos ritmados que alguém sabe cantar,
Chilrear dos que sabem amar…
Rochas que se expõem ao vento,
Fustigam meu pensamento.
Chuva que regas vinhas, olivais e belos jardins,
Quimeras e o meu jasmim.
Tempos dum amor natural e medonho,
Folhas secas de Outono,
Inércia dum amor infinito que sempre vou ter,
Saudade de meus avós e do seu viver…
Victor Marques
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC
i will watch you fly,
like a migrating bird,
and i will pretend
that i didn't see a smile of relief
upon your face
or a new spark of freedom
in your eyes.
i will watch you soar,
like a roaring jet,
and i will pretend
that i didn't see the way you looked at him
or the downwards shift
in your disposition
when you realized that you were still mine.
i will watch you leap,
like a grown frog,
and i will pretend
that you are still a tadpole,
and always will be,
and will never leave.
i will watch you fly,
and i will pretend
that i have stopped loving you.
(a.m.)
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
Everything was fine.
The friendship was steady
Our organs were just in line
Mistake from my brain was ready.
A night, a saudade night.
I was vulnerable so was my thought
At last thinking a sleep would just feel right.
Well, I got closer to the trap my brain brought.
An hour later, I found myself in in a room.
A familiar one, my chaps were there too.
I looked up I felt doomed.
Talked to my brain, yeah this is cool.
Well, we were all together,
happy and bloomed.
A friendly limerence, that's all we had for each other.
The chimera felt me like a perfume.
Suddenly, I decided to leave.
Wanted to freshen up my attire.
But was staring at myself with pure grieve.
Heard a sudden din, was a person I admire.
He stood there, just stared.
Tried interrogating him. once and twice.
But the movements were none, just eyes with care.
Now it was not just him, I too stood there just as ice.
Then his fingers caught my upper arm,
pulled me close to him.
His lips with thirst touch mine with charm.
Mine joined them too and weak were my limbs.
Merrily opened my eyes.
A weird curve ran across my face.
He stepped back, satisfyingly sighs.
Looked at me, smiled, gone were his trace.
Sudden shriek woke me up.
Perverse was what I felt.
But my brain had already ******* everything up.
Amity was surrounded by this wierd belt.
I reached, where my organs retreated.
Walked, each step filled with guilt.
The door of awkwardness met me and greeted.
stretched out my hand to open it with brain filled with jilt.
Sudden jolt, I felt.
A face, made me nervy
It was him, eyes with care and a smile with stealth.
Greeted him usually, but feelings were lively.
But I sure can't deny,
That I never wished it to be true.
Talk about it? I can't even try.
But want that feel of caress, just like a leaf groped by dew
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
Saudade bear whispers softly
To saudade moon
By which he used to gaze
By which he used to croon
Saudade bear has hearts 'stead of eyes
But each night he cries
To saudade moon
Saudade moon
She tries and tries
But all the saudade persons
Pile up and loose their eyes
Saudade person
Become saudade wishin' man
Then his eyes fall out
Right into his hand
He throws 'em in the wishing well
Under saudade moon
By which he used to gaze
By which he used to croon
Wishin' well is fishin' well
Where people come to eat
But eatin' days are over
And croonin' days all done
Saudade bear
Become just bear
Flat an' coarse, his small paw girth
Bring no more saudade birth
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 10:55 AM UTC
(n.)
a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that has been loved and then lost
January //
Your smile makes flowers grow in my lungs and I'm too busy taking care of the garden, pulling the weeds out for the flowers to live and bloom, I forget I need to breathe too
February //
They say addiction is a habit; kisses are drugs but your lips are rehabilitation and I keep coming back for more sessions because I need it; you're my "personal brand of ******
March //
I write symphonies about the way a single touch from you defines the revolution of the Earth but I was wrong; it actually defines the whole galaxy
April //
My eyes are the same hue of empty, vacant, while the ocean is trapped in your eyes; there are more than meet those chocolate orbs, so let me explore every depth of the waters with you
May //
Your voice is the sound of the soft pitter-patter of the falling rain on the window pane after a storm, and the clouds don't hide the sun anymore
June //
I love the smell of books and coffee, especially with extra teaspoons of sugar and a story about looking for a place to call home as I long for the scent of belonging I only get from having you wrapped in my arms
July //
I fell in love with the way every novel I read has pages with traces of your footprints, your mark imprinted in my heart like how one is drawn to TFIOS; heartbreaking and tear-filled but it was true and the love is real, sort of like you and I; I like to think of it like that — you are Hazel and I am Augustus
August //
I don't believe in full-stops, I don't believe there could be an end to this love we have like how there is an end to a sentence; you might not have noticed that there is not a single full-stop here because our story is not ending, I'm not saying goodbye yet, and Augustus has not died yet; please do not leave me
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
Bom dia a todos...Desejo que tudo corra na plenitude e vossos anseios e desejos se concretizem na abundância e plenitude. Boa vindima para aqueles que ainda continuam na tão nobre Colheita. Esta poesia é dedicada ao meu Pai: António Alexandre Marques e a todos os seus amigos e conhecidos.
Lembro-me de Ti meu querido Pai
As videiras cansadas pelo sol tórrido de verão,
O rio corre por amor e paixão.
Eu procuro a resposta que não acho,
Sou feito de uvas e do teu abraço.
As rochas xistosas esperam a madrugada,
As uvas amarelas e avermelhadas.
E tu meu Pai continuas aqui sepultado,
Pois o vinho foi teu amor, meu fado…
Palavras sábias de profeta que sonha e sabe,
Lembrança de ti e eterna saudade.
Nossa Senhora de Fátima te acolheu,
Eu anseio também para ser seu…
As uvas dão precioso fruto,
Eu continuo vivo e de luto.
O Douro sublime se consome e exalta,
Por ti Pai saudade quase me mata…
Victor Marques
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
Sinto a tua falta
Perplexo com a cumplicidade, com a intimidade que nos liga,
Misto do amor, de uma saudade vivida.
Anestesiado pela sensação multicolor,
Paciente na cama do amor.
Pertinência dum amor sentido,
Porto sem teu abrigo,
Cadeia com grade prateada,
Musa multifacetada…
Pastoril é o quadro do meu pensamento,
Lençóis soltos ao vento,
Teus olhos com a maré alta,
Sinto a tua falta.
Victor Marques
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 8:23 AM UTC
A saudade é tua
Na eternidade perene da vida,
No uivar do lobo vadio,
No teu olhar esguio,
Na sensibilidade meiga,
Na pradaria vestida,
Na esperança sentida,
Na gente plebeia,
Na tua teia.
No amor que anseia,
Na beleza, na sereia…
Planície que se estende,
Saudade não entende,
Canto que é canto,
Lamento mais lamento,
Água de uma mina,
Primavera genuína,
Telhas vermelhas num céu por descobrir,
Saudade tua do meu sentir.
Victor Marques
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC
Since the day I watched you go
I wait anxiously by the day you'll come back
You said, maybe tomorrow
And I've been waiting forever
Maybe you'll never come back
Maybe you'll be back tomorrow
I don't know.
But I'm not mad.
Because I remember
I remember every single word you said to me
I remember every single day we spent together
And I spend most of my days living it again
In my head, in my heart.
I know you'll come back
Because vacation always end
It may last so long, but it ends.
And I'll be here.
Maybe I'll have found somebody new
Maybe I'll be married, divorced or whatever
But I'll be always waiting for you.
You can call it heartache,
Or illusion,
But I call it saudade.
I miss you, like the blink-182 song.
And just as he said,
I'm waiting for you
So we can live like Jack and Sally
And have halloween on christmas.
"If I switched you, it was not for evil.
Love, you see, I've got someone
Called Saudade."
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
Quando te conheci…
Quando te conheci na noite solidária com o vento,
Perdi-me no teu calor, no teu encanto.
Quando te conheci teu cheiro me apaixonava,
Deixava-me ao teu abandono e mais nada.
Quando te conheci, não entendi mas senti,
Aumentar o amor e a saudade,
O destino não tem amor nem sentido,
Tem a fragrância do desconhecido.
Te recordo com primazia,
Alegria que em mim se sentia,
Te conhecer sem apelo nem agravo,
Me contento com o futuro e o passado.
Victor Marques
Aug 30, 2010
Aug 30, 2010 at 7:26 AM UTC
Saudades de ti
Labirinto que a todos convida,
Sofrimento que sempre sufoca,
Na despedida desta vida,
Fugiu a vontade própria.
Peregrinos cansados de sonhos vividos,
Esperança no reino de Deus,
Riscos por vezes corridos,
Saudade dos filhos teus.
Despedida que nunca acabe,
Famintos de nova luz,
Sentir sempre saudade,
Rezamos por ti a Jesus.
A tua companhia era tão terna,
Recordação deste teu dia,
Morte que a todos condena,
Nobre e eterna fidalguia.
Victor Marques
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 11:27 AM UTC
Alto Douro e Trás-os-Montes
Alto Douro e Trás – os-montes,
Terra minha bem portuguesa,
Vinhedos e frescas fontes,
Traduzem sua pureza.
Friorenta no Inverno,
Terra intolerante.
Na Primavera morna,
No verão escaldante.
Horizonte tão belo e tão teu,
Ninguém to rouba, Deus to DEU.
Pôr-do-sol que se deita com vales sonolentos,
Douro, Tua teus encantos.
Vindimadores que colhem cachos maduros,
Azeitonas que dais azeites puros.
Pescadores dos rios Douro e Tua,
Uma saudade que é nossa e sua.
Victor Marques
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 10:11 AM UTC
~
the language of love,
it has no equivalence,
we speak what we hope,
we seek what we love;
vacillating? perhaps,
but there is no ambivalence.
lovers whisper, lovers shout;
alternating between holding it in,
or getting the words out.
whether sweet words of friendship,
or letting the heart go,
each tells a tale, a heartbeat,
one the spirit only knows.
is it the “shemomedjamo” of Georgia,
the “overindulgence that
cannot stop this appetite;”
or “lagom” of the Swedes,
who speak of moderation?
where what i have and what i see,
is perfect, just right!
the words, “koi no yokan,”
from the culture of the east,
Japanese speak of the instant of knowing
a love that’s “meant to be.”
there is “mamihlapinatapai,”
used by those at the tip,
of Tierra del Fuego’s windswept cliffs,
a lover’s wish they can’t set free;
further north Brazilians speak,
of “cafune,” the sweet tugging
at her long and flowing hair;
a love that reaches,
strokes, so tenderly.
the Thai use “greng-jai,”
for love that defers...
and to sacrifice refers;
the French have “retrouvailles,”
a love that sparks rediscovery,
where distance knows no separation;
“onsra,” is a love
soon to be a thing of the past;
used in Burma and India when spoken of
a love that cannot last.
the “saudade,” of the Portuguese,
of love that can no longer be,
though it may have been consuming,
is now but bittersweet.
and then... there is Arabic’s “tuqburni,”
a love that says so gently
“without you i am dying!”
each, it has no English equivalent
yet somehow we manage...
we find our true love,
in relationships, in marriage,
for love is a catholic language;
even when there are no words,
where touch, where tender looks,
translations of the unheard thoughts;
where pillows hold the notes of longing,
empty bars and stanzas filled;
oh love, oh boundless one,
under steeples pledge your troth,
to death’s door you take your oath,
to forever sing your universal song!
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
A light flashes behind my eyes, and shadows,
Which only I can feel, are cast before they vanish
Without fear, but still I fear for them⎯I fear for
Light that eats away at night skies
As the hidden moon smiles.
Before the clouds part, his heart is heard
Breaking beneath the beaten pavement
That lines your garden. Salt marsh mallows
Can taste the blood and dip low to lick
The soil, but their September shades fade from pink.
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC