Poetry Blog by Noris Roberts

It's so simple to love me; 

just being beside me,

feeling the warmth of your hands,

your kisses melting on my lips

such as my letters melt

between ink and paper 

To love me is to share the prelude of my longings, 

your feverish caresses between kisses and dew, 

to see my dreams reflected in your eyes;

to hand me a rose, 

to whisper an I love you

To love m...

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Perhaps from a distance

my love is not strange to you;

this passion may be a punishment

and not even have the fortune to see you again

I look for you in my fingerprints

in indelible memories;

I discover that everything was a mistake

of bitter remembrances and misunderstandings

This long wait is a punishment that chokes me to death;

wishing to have you with me

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In silence I recall the encounter,

passion written in letters I still keep

and in a desolate corner of some dream

I embrace the loneliness I had to accept

Remember me in the depths of your thoughts, 

treasuring that moment

that without laid out rules,

I wrote my verses

of you next to me

In the nights most of all,

with joy and melancholy,

I am reminded of ...

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Perhaps from a distance

my love is not strange to you;

this passion may be a punishment

and not even have the fortune to see you again

I look for you in my fingerprints

in indelible memories;

I discover that everything was a mistake

of bitter remembrances and misunderstandings

This long wait is a punishment that chokes me to death;

wishing to have you with me

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I don't know if the poet's dreams are inert,

if dishonesty surpasses the truth

I don’t know If before that twilight

the hours paused 

and their shrieks burst out

I grope my way along the road,  

finding a dungeon at every step;

the voice of hatred surrounds me like fire

taking root very close to me...

I don't know what I want to be and for what;

in what...

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Freedom screams on the back of my words

demanding more than just a numb text...

A nation succumbs decapitated during years;

suffocated by discouragement piled on their path,

mocked for their sorrows, sufferings

and the blood they shed

The perverse, without mercy,

brandish a sharp iron,

ceaselessly striking the cheeks of the innocent...

tearing souls apart,

c...

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