"valentina" poems
So my sister was born today
And we chose her name as Valentina.
Funny thing is that she decided to be born on Valentine's.
So probably I will call feb 14 Valentina's day forever.
Not a poem, but I wanted to share.
And by the way, it sounds like Valentin (in spanish)
with and 'a' in the end. Not like Valentine's.
:)
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
Valentina: What are you doing after the club baby?
Me: I don't know yet. I might hit up another club. I have two other ladies with me. Wanna come with?
Valentina: *Actually, I'm feeling really ***** and I just wanna have some fun.* You should bring those ladies with you. We could all have a foursome. ;)
Me: Count me in
Valentina: Mmm yeah daddy. Meet me at my hotel. I'll text you the address.
Me: You got the condoms?
Valentina: Yeah baby. I have champagne too. *Just bring that **** body of yours* ;)
Me: Cool. I'm on my way.
Valentina: Don't be late
Me: Say no more
Valentina: xo
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC
Osterreich hat den Vontrapps
La Belgiquea leurs chocolats
Bûlgariya e nechuvano
Hrvatska je mjesto gdje žabe kreštanje
Kibris bir agaçtir
České čepování piva je z Czechaslovakia
Denmark er ikke Delaware
Eesti kividega
Suomi on lähellä Norjassa ja Ruotsissa
La France a Paris
Deuschland spreache Deusche
I Elláda échei kókkino - skepastí spítia
Magyarország éhes
Tá Éire ar thalamh de fearg
Italia odia quando si ordinal a pizza
Latvija izklausās tualete
Lietuva yra skystas
Lëtzebuerg *** nieft dee Belsch
Malta ghandha hafna ta ' maltu
Nederland wordt geschreeuwd toen Adam een doelpunt
Polska am Marie Curie
Portugal: Valentina: Hey que ê de on de eu sou !
România suná ca locul romanilor
Slovaškia pravi, "zdravo"
Slovenija je an prostem
Equipo de fútbol de España Es la favorite de Karly
Sverige har Minecraft
United Kingdom is leaving
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 12:43 AM UTC
Traigo sus ojos conmigo,
los llevo para poder observar de cerca
como él, para olvidarme, se aleja a toda prisa
magullando y lastimando sus encogidas huellas,
entre las espigas empalagosas,
más allá de una vieja y arcaica alameda.
El ya no huele a miel naranja en sus pupilas,
tiene tantas mentiras arrastrando por ese campo!
que las últimas primaveras que viva,
las vivirá fingiendo,
que ama los huecos de los árboles,
cuando yo sé muy bien,
que mueres por la alquimia filosofía.
Un día cualquiera, lo sé,
cuando el sol venza al fin su cansancio,
oxigenará su monótona vida
con alguna brisa perdida por el terruño,
y me recordará.
Me recordará en los murmullos opacos
y casi con amargura en su piel,
sabrá, que jamás pudo olvidarme,
a mi, a su única quimera endemoniada,
la que lo hacia encender
vibrar, morir y vivir.
Entonces, cuando los días se le acobarden
en los orgasmos,
clamara en silencio mis labios
y se maldecirá por haber dicho
tantas mentiras
y por ocultar tantas verdades.
Ya sabes que no te bendigo vida mía,
porque siempre yo fui, una mujer
con infiernos perversos, en los labios.
LAS PALABRAS QUE PARTIERON
Valentina de la Canal.
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 7:02 AM UTC
Él jugaba con su ilusión contándoles mentiras,
llenándola de miedo ,día a día ella moría.
Eran ciertas sus sospechas,
pero en cada uno de sus rincones
lo encontraba a él
aprisionándole lánguido su pura alma.
Obstinada ella , no lo sabía
que en unos días dejaría esta vida
sin jamás saber porque le había cargado
el fondo de su núcleo con grilletes,
que aplastaba su corazón hasta dejarlo sin latir.
Ella sabía.
Sabía algo, pero lo amaba tanto
que prefirió morir a escuchar la verdad
que jamás saldría de sus labios.
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Valentina de la Canal
21/06/2014
Nápoles
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
Estas rachas de marzo, en los desvanes
-hacia la mar- del tiempo; la paloma
de pluma tornasol, los tulipanes
gigantes del jardín, y el sol que asoma,
bola de fuego entre dorada bruma,
a iluminar la tierra valentina...
¡Hervor de leche y plata, añil y espuma,
y velas blancas en la mar latina!
Valencia de fecundas primaveras,
de floridas almunias y arrozales,
feliz quiero cantarte, como eras,
domando a un ancho río en tus canales,
al dios marino con tus albuferas,
al centauro de amor con tus rosales.
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Fantasy:
Ariel gave up her voice for human legs,
Cinderella risked her life to go to the ball.
Moana left her family to save her island,
Merida defied the rules to be truly happy.
Real life:
Valentina Tereshkova was the first woman in space,
Virginia Hall was the first female spy.
Emilie Chatelet was the first female philosopher.
Hypatia was the female mathematician.
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC
Loving a stranger I had been
Marked in permanence was
Not a phrase but her name
Penetrating deep into my skin of life
It's not a scar,it's never a scar
It's the ink holding meaning
They say it lasts forever
But it's only until I reach the grave
On my arm was Valentina ,carved
A result of countless pricking needles
I didn't see the inked name, I saw her
Whatever on my heart was
Was beyond anything she could ever see
She should've known the feeling , but
Loving a stranger I had been
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC
(Two roses, passionate and peaceful, their love a force that is simultaneously grounding and elevating. Where Valentina is the beautiful, passionate lover, Lucian is the constant protector and source of light. Their love—is as eternal as the blooming of roses, forever intertwined in a dance of devotion, passion, and protection)
Valentina:
Dearest companion of my soul,
How you are the very light that makes me whole!
Your ruby hue, so rich and fine,
Doth bring to mind the sun’s last shine.
When I am near you, all else doth fade,
As though the world in reverence laid.
Oh, let me linger in your arms so near,
For in your presence, I hold no fear.
I am yours, petal by petal, year by year.
Lucian:
Ah, my most beloved, you speak with such grace,
Your words a sweet balm, my heart’s embrace.
Your fragrance, gentle as the morning breeze,
Doth whisper of love’s most tender pleas.
I am but a simple rose in your domain,
Yet in your gaze, I rise again, free of pain.
Your red is more than nature’s design—
It is the very soul of love, divine.
Valentina:
Indeed, dear one, your words touch me so—
As though they were written in the heavens’ glow.
Your fragrance, like a gentle hymn, doth rise,
Filling my heart, my thoughts, my skies.
When I am kissed by the wind’s soft hand,
I dream of you, our love’s sweet land.
Would that I could forever stay,
Bathed in the sweetness of your sway.
Lucian:
How cruel it is that time doth part,
Yet you remain the keeper of my heart.
Your red is not the hue of mere flowered bloom,
But the shade of passion, of love’s sweet room.
With each petal that soft doth fall,
I am reminded of love’s most noble call.
Though our seasons may soon be done,
Know, dearest one, we shall always be one.
Valentina:
Oh, my darling, your words so tenderly spoken
Are the very breath of love, unbroken.
Let us not fret what seasons may bring,
For love transcends time’s fleeting wing.
In your arms, I am not bound by age or fate—
With you, my dear, I shall always wait.
For the red of our hearts shall ever remain,
A symbol of love’s most sweet refrain.
Lucian:
And so we bloom, not for the hour,
But for the gift of love’s full power.
Your fragrance shall live in every breeze,
Whispering sweetly through the trees.
Though our petals may fall, our love is true—
In every bloom, I shall find you.
For in your red, I see the endless sky,
And in your gaze, I shall never die.
Valentina:
Then, my dearest, let us rise above the earth,
And evermore, in love, find our worth.
For though we may fall with the autumn rain,
Our love will bloom, again and again.
In your red, I see the fire of our days,
In your fragrance, the sweetness of all that stays.
Together, dear, let us ever be,
Two roses bound in eternity.
Lucian:
Forever, my love, this bond we shall share,
For your heart and mine are beyond compare.
In the garden of life, where love is sown,
We shall bloom in a glory of our own.
Let others fade, let others fall—
In your red, I am blessed, after all.
Jan 10, 2025
Jan 10, 2025 at 2:58 AM UTC
oblivious to the darkness to come;
i started to have my braids undone
sank my fangs to a well-ripen peach
only to have my sunday dress drenched
you looked me in the eye and said
"i like you better when you're a mess,
you become who you really are,
not just who you want to be"
and my hand landed a slap on your fair face
"i didn't work hard to be a mess
and for someone to admire my weakness
im for someone who gaze at my greatness"
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 5:01 AM UTC
Dopo tutto quello che ** passato,
Non riesco a distogliere la mente da te.
Ogni giorno prego che tu guarisca
Ecco perché ** deciso di inviarti questa lettera.
Ma solo a parlarti,
Fammi sapere che i miei sentimenti sono veri.
Non ** cioccolato o rose,
E sono consapevole di ciò che questo impone,
Quale motivo mi sentivo appropriato per esporre questo.
** avuto la sensazione di dover chiedere a qualcuno che significa molto per me,
E questo, tu lo sei.
Ma tu hai catturato il mio cuore ancora una volta,
Per favore, non pensare mai che parlare con te sia un lavoro ingrato,
Perché quando sono con te non è mai annoiato.
Ma spero che non sia un crimine
Quindi oso chiedere:
Vuoi essere il mio Valentina?
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 2:26 AM UTC
Portal To Infinity
for Yuri Gargarin
respectfully
by
Jude Kyrie
*The explosion erupted like an inferno below him.
Not a naturally religious man he prayed to his maker.
Then the rush as he lifted off from the sweet earth
At the edge of the atmosphere an invisible barrier
Eons old untouched by mankind but not this day.
As he moved into orbit he saw the wonder of Mother Earth below.
The first words uttered by our species in the vacuum of space
"I see Earth! It is so beautiful!"
He witnessed the Earth for a single orbit
Over Africa the ground control shut of his engines
And he re-entered the earth’s atmosphere
With no power to slow down the craft.
He ejected above earth and parachuted to fame
As The first man in space the pioneer of space travel
When the American astronauts landed on the moon
In July 1969 the crew left a commemorative medal bearing his name
Warmth of mutual occupation and respect melted the ice of the cold war
From Russia came this special man
Thank you Yuri Gagarin*
Author Notes
On 27 March 1968, while on a routine training flight from Chkalovsky Air Base, he and flight instructor Vladimir Seryogin died in a MiG-15UTI crash near the town of Kirzhach. The bodies of Gagarin and Seryogin were cremated and the ashes were buried in the walls of the Kremlin on Red Square.
Gagarin was survived by his wife Valentina, and daughters Elena and
Galina. Elena Gagarina, Yuri's elder daughter, is an art historian who
has worked as a director-general of the Moscow Kremlin Museums since 2001.[25] His younger daughter, Galina, is department chair at Plekhanov Russian Economic University in Moscow
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
A name given to the strongest and
healthiest of all earth's angels!
Designed for more than greatness!
A mixed martial
An actress
A model
A tv personality
Received the blessing of birth
To be born with one
of the many heroic names
You have strength beyond dimensions
You Possess magical spiritual energy.
Responsible for maintaining balance, and aids in the restoration for perfection.
We have a chance, for survival on our current home planet.
Take care of the Earth, for there is only one!
Do not fear what the fall brings
It will pass like any other season!
Don't not give up on love
It brought you into
our eternal home
Through your mother's decision
to accept pain and give anything!
She served more
than one reason
To prove you both were everything
I pray the world, sends continuous reminders
That are vivid and true
You have no reason
To be gloomy and blue
I want you to hold
your head high
Enjoy the sweetness of the rainbow.
Like your favorite candy.
Life might try to bring you down
Believe in yourself, mother, the love you have for your family.
No matter the obstacle
You will pull through!
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 9:09 AM UTC
The blue dust of death
Lingers by your elbows
A skeleton in a t-shirt
Who insists he isn’t hungry
Who insists he doesn’t deserve
The dust used to sit around you in big puffs
Blown in fresh from the latest round of chemo
Now it swirls by your ears
Seeps at your nail beds
Swishes in the wispy little hair you have left
Now we’re doing the natural method
Many methods exist
And we’ve chosen one with good results
From a friend of a friend
She had three lumps in her breast and now they’re all gone
So now we talk to the good dr Valentina
Who answers questions and tells us what to do
And you are awake for all of it
You are not lost in a stupor of narcotics
Lost in the brain slickening wash of chemo
Lost in a stupor of alcohol
Lost in a rise of vivid emotions like rage and shame
Lost in the waves of the Holy Ghost
No, no you are here
In the stillness, in the quiet morning
In the house with your worried wife
Your worried daughters
With yourself
You are awake, conscious
Making these healthy, guided, slow, steady, daily choices
You’re surrendering consciously
And it’s hard
You’re present with your demons
And it’s hard
Maybe you see the blue dust of death
And maybe since your eyes are now clear
Maybe you think it’s new
Maybe you think it’s worsened and not lessened
You know so little, dad
You know about submarines, trains, fear, National Geographic, how to give a cutting death stare, how to starve your body, how to dehydrate, how to laugh off the pain of a friends wife, how to to convert someone to our lord and savior Jesus Christ in a broom closet, how to make a savage dog submit, how to provide for a family for 20 years, how to leave your young children, how to not care, how to brush it off, how to hide your drinking, how to lie, how to inquire, how to shame, how to apologize
Some of these skills are new and I’m grateful for them
And now you are learning how to live, blue dust of death and all
Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 9:30 AM UTC
I am brewing with silence crazily
Notas have died long since
Time is a scorpion which stings itself
Loneliness is amirror which shows myself
You are lurk in my childhood tears
Like a kite whose rope break off
Let it go! İn honor of you Valentina!
Everyone was so right
That we must have been unfair awfully
Our fingerprints must have been
On the all of the slains collar
Blood of killed children
Must have benn on our tooth
Let it go! İn honor of you Valentina!
There were too many innocent
We must have been most babylonian
Ah Valentina!
We could not have borned
As well as we could not have learnt to live
We would have ben a sin
İf we born again
Not much
Goodness We could have loved!
Let it go! İn honor of you Valentina!
Murat Halici
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
you’re holding a phone to the mirror about a foot away, the camera focused with you directly centered. your best friend talks about something or something or somewhere or someone she’s doing and you can’t help but feel like you’re behind. you ARE behind. ****** catch up.
you snap a phew photos and zoom in a bit so the photo looks more grainy. you go to work and cuff your jeans and walk without picking up your boots. you tell the girl who wants to be your friend that you can’t get a beer after work because you’re feeling like you want to get out of this space and that’s .... okay. you put your phone in your back pocket and you open up the door. you go outside.
you remember walking down a steep set of stairs in another state you haven’t visited since 2014. you remember the god awful shirt he was wearing, you remember his room smelling like **** and your body feeling so out of place. you kept your cool for twenty or so minutes. when you retell the story you like to make it seem like you ran out in a hurry but in actuality you waited a bit wondering why he didn’t kiss you. you really, really didn’t want him to, but he didn’t try.
your phone ends up back in your hand and you’re scrolling thru life sized images at an alarmingly fast rate. it beeps it buzzes. you plug it in because it’s dying. so are you. so am I
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 3:22 AM UTC