my poems – Page 2 – Isidora Works

Oct 27, 2010Apr 22, 2026 M My Pen, Pen, Verse

Cosmology (pt. 1)

I. Light light said the Word was there not Spirit before Matter came, though they say the clay was molded first? Light life blew the Breath that condensed to make flesh from the breast of the Earth now the Mother of all birth. II. There is always a serpent hissing up your spine all the … Continue reading Cosmology (pt. 1)

Oct 11, 2010Feb 27, 2018 M My Pen, Pen, Verse

it aches my love

it aches my love it aches your silence pressing against my chest my flesh ripping open wounds tiny and big closing and healed it burns my love it burns flames and heat scrapping the surface of some inner organ the hidden place where pain is felt and I try my love to keep my love … Continue reading it aches my love

Oct 11, 2010Apr 22, 2026 M English, My Pen, Pen

Isidora & Prose

I am a painfully s l o w writer of prose and soaringwriterofverse. To my mind prose is convention & norm, poetry free form. In a poem, you can cut sentences in half wherever you wish and pile them up together in whatever shape you want You could never have that with prose.

Sep 13, 2010Apr 22, 2026 M Best Of, My Pen, Pen, Verse

Isidora comes of age

Black sunflowers are but red. I am not darkness a Lilith moon calling out beasts and demons to roam the woods and minds of dreamers who step down the steps to the cave where they store what they hide. I am a different cave: where every creature goes to digest what it feels that harbors … Continue reading Isidora comes of age

Aug 30, 2010Apr 22, 2026 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

Isidora’s Birth

Black phoenix born anew (hatches, hatches) orphan bird tries a flap and then two.

Sep 22, 2009Jul 17, 2018 M My Pen, Pen, Português, Verse

um dia beijo-te

um dia beijo-te ao som do vermelho tinto que trazemos no sangue mesmo que não sintas fervilhar no teu os meus lábios dir-te-ão mais que as palavras e juras que carrego nas veias. um dia beijo-te ao chegar a coragem de dizer sem versos as rimas que sinto na minha pele ansiosa pela tua de … Continue reading um dia beijo-te

Apr 12, 2009Jul 17, 2018 M English, My Pen, Verse

it is quiet

it is quiet my love I do not float away at your sight at your words at your matter of gray it is rooted my love like the ancient cool stream your reflection so close to the one I have seen and they're crappy, my love these words and the rhymes as it's born in … Continue reading it is quiet

Feb 1, 2009Mar 1, 2018 M My Pen, Português, Verse

plasma

os pontos soltos que fui criando e dispondo por mim como uma constelação à espera de ser formada pequenas luzes dispersas que me lançaram na queda por não terem rectas que me guiassem encontrei linhas com laços e nós desfazendo-se sempre entre os dedos ansiosos agora calmos - ainda nus que apontam os pontos que … Continue reading plasma

Jan 31, 2009Mar 23, 2018 M Best Of, My Pen, Pen, Português, Verse

a cave

deixava todos os dias a minha voz debaixo do tapete de entrada tu eras a cave eu a janela no espaço vazio cheio de ti cheio do meu medo de quem desceu aos infernos por lá ver centelhas. se havia palavras ficavam nos cantos e esquinas da sala no meio de tantos ais que sorri … Continue reading a cave

Jan 8, 2009Mar 1, 2018 M My Pen, Pen, Português, Verse

(sem título)

lembras-te, irmã das cruzadas desertos onde amámos a solidão e o silêncio e a nossa pele se tornou pedra com as areias que ninguém sacudiu das nossas pálpebras.

Jul 29, 2008Mar 1, 2018 M My Pen, Pen, Português, Verse

pavão

passa por mim com tinta e carvão no algodão que nos cobre ao nos descobrirmos tu e eu passa por mim com palavras cantadas pelos teus dedos nos dias em que o veludo é tudo o que não tenho passa por mim mesmo que venhas só de passagem mesmo com a tua plumagem escarlate e … Continue reading pavão

Jul 28, 2008Mar 1, 2018 M My Pen, Pen, Português, Verse

mais-que-perfeito

peças pequenas estilhaços bocados de mim aos pedaços só te quero pelo que tens que é meu ou ainda serei e apenas sou quando não te sei

Jul 28, 2008Mar 1, 2018 M My Pen, Pen, Português, Verse

poros

quero a pele que me demarca viva sem a marca dos teus lábios os olhos cerrados do teu corpo trémulo quando te dedilho pequenos montes que temos iguais

Jul 8, 2008Mar 23, 2018 M Best Of, My Pen, Pen, Português, Verse

princesas

a ervilha que eu temo és tu quem a sente? se eu assinto a escalada dessa pilha aclamada de colchões.

Jan 16, 2007Dec 21, 2018 M My Pen, Pen, Verse

the other side

On a misty battle field My opponent holds a shield Tall and wide so I can’t see What is fancy what is real He lures me near then strikes me down I should leave him there but I’m lost in his sound Is he confused, lonesome, afraid Or cold, unmoved, with nothing to say I … Continue reading the other side

Jun 23, 2006Mar 1, 2018 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

…

how can you not when you do give in to what you thought wasn't there when it is dare.

Oct 14, 2004Mar 1, 2018 M English, My Pen, Pen, Verse

lullaby

shut your ears to the screaming silence of the night let your eyes give in to all the weight in your soul and sleep. dream as if you had never woken up.