Corto:Fwxgjlfkbqu= Poemas – Ever felt like you had something to say but didn’t want to write a novel?

That’s where short poems come in.

They’re like the espresso shots of the poetry world – small but packed with flavor.

Let’s dive into short poems and see what makes them tick.

Corto:Fwxgjlfkbqu= Poemas

Poetry is one of the great pleasures for lovers of reading and art; it is beautiful, meaningful, emotionally conveying, and rhythmic. Short poems differ critically from longer ones.

Poets demonstrate their more deliberate word choice in their shorter works. The careful word and rhyme selection can make them more challenging despite appearances.

Below, you can find some of the most beautiful Corto:Fwxgjlfkbqu= Poemas in history by renowned authors such as Francisco de Quevedo, Pablo Neruda, Octavio Paz, Rubén Dario, and Jorge Luis Borges.

“Eternal Love” (Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer)

The sun may remain cloudy forever;

The sea could dry up in an instant;

The earth’s axis may break

Like a weak crystal.

Everything will happen! Death will be able to

Cover me with your funereal crepe;

But it will never be extinguished in me

The flame of your love.

“Sleepless” (Gabriela Mistral)

As I am a queen and was a beggar, now

I live in pure trembling that you will leave me,

and I ask you, pale, every hour:

“Are you still with me? Oh, don’t go away!”

I would like to do the marches, smiling

and trusting now that you have come;

But even in my sleep, I am afraid

and I ask in my sleep: “Haven’t you left?”

“In the ear of a girl” (Federico García Lorca)

I didn’t want to.

I didn’t want to tell you anything.

just saw in your eyes

two crazy little trees.

Of breeze, laughter, and gold.

They were shaking.

I didn’t want to.

I didn’t want to tell you anything.

“Do you wish to be loved?” (Edgar Allan Poe)

So do you want to be loved? Do not lose, then,

the direction of your heart.

It would help if you only were what you are

and that which you are not, no.

So, in the world, your subtle way,

Your grace, your beautiful being,

will be the object of endless praise

and love… a simple duty.

“Love” (Francisco Hernandez)

A craving almost always surrounds love

of oblivion, he advances resolutely toward the traps

created to hunt bears with leopard skin

and snakes with condor feathers.

And love survives the wounds and roars,

flying, the envy of the poisonous.

“Who enlightens” (Alejandra Pizarnik)

When you look at me

my eyes are keys,

the wall has secrets,

my fear words, poems.

Only you make my memory

a fascinated traveler,

a continuous fire.

“The Voice” (Heberto Padilla)

It’s not the guitar that makes me happy

or drives away fear at midnight.

It is not his round and gentle staff

like an ox’s eye.

It is not the hand that touches or clings to the strings

looking for the sounds,

but the human voice when it sings

and spreads the dreams of man.

“Syndrome” (Mario Benedetti)

I still have almost all my teeth

almost all my hair and very few gray hairs

I can make and unmake love

climb a ladder two at a time

and run forty meters behind the bus

So I shouldn’t feel old.

but the serious problem is that before

I didn’t notice these details.

“That kiss” (Claribel Alegría)

That kiss from yesterday

He opened the door for me

and all the memories

that I believed ghosts

they stood up stubborn

to bite me.

“The Detour” (Pablo Neruda)

If your foot deviates again,

will be cut.

If your hand leads you

to another path

will fall rotten.

If you push me out of your life

you will die

even if you live.

You will remain dead or a shadow,

walking without me on earth.

“The roller coaster” (Nicanor Parra)

For half a century

The poetry was

The solemn fool’s paradise.

Until I came

And I settled in with my roller coaster.

Come on up if you like.

Of course, I’m not responsible if they go down.

Blood was coming out of my mouth and nose.

“Here” (Octavio Paz)

My steps on this street

They resonate

On another street

Where

I hear my steps

Passing on this street

Where

Only the fog is natural.

“To a General” (Julio Cortázar)

Dirty hands region of hairless brushes

children upside down from toothbrushes

Zone where the rat is ennobled

and there are inhuman flags, and they sing hymns

and someone turns you on, son of a bitch,

a medal on the chest

And you rot just the same.

“Autumn” (Ruben Dario)

I know some say: why doesn’t he sing now?

With that harmonious madness of yesteryear?

They do not see the deep work of the hour,

the work of the minute, and the wonder of the year.

I, poor tree, produced, for the love of the breeze,

When I began to grow, a vague and sweet sound.

The time for the youthful smile has passed:

Let the hurricane move my heart!

“The Six Strings” (Federico García Lorca)

The guitar,

makes dreams cry.

The sobbing of souls

losses,

escapes through his mouth

round.

And like the tarantula

weave a big star

to hunt sighs,

that float in their black

wooden cistern.

“Spellings of harmony” (Antonio Machado)

Harmony spellings

that is being tried by an inexperienced hand.

Boredom. Cacophony.

of the everlasting piano

that I listened to as a child

dreaming… I don’t know what,

with something that did not arrive,

everything that is already gone.

Conclusion

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