anniversary poems

anniversary poems

The day of the desventurados, the pale day lurks love poems
with a heartbreaking cold smell with their forces in grey
without bells, dripping dawn everywhere:
It is a shipwreck in a vacuum with an around crying.

Because she was on so many sites the shade wet, quiet,
of so many brooding in vain, to many terrestrial landscapes
where should occupy until sanctioned by the roots,
anniversary poems of such acute form is defending.

I cry in the middle of the invaded, between confused,
between the flavor of growing, putting the ear anniversary
in the pure movement, increase,
giving way to what above, aimlessly
What emerges dressed in chains and carnations,
I dream with my moral vestiges.

There is nothing of precipitate happy or proud way,
everything appears to becoming evident poverty
the light of the Earth out of his eyelids
not as the chime, but rather as the tears:
the fabric of the day, his weak canvas poems
serves for an ill headband, it serves to make signs
in a farewell, behind the absence:
It is the color that only wants to replace,
cover, swallow, overcome, making distances.

I'm alone among Woody matters,
love poems the rain falls on me, and I think,
I looks with their madness, lonely dead worldwide
rejected by falling, and shapeless stubborn.

mothers day poems

mothers day poems

Nor the heart cut by glass poems
in a wasteland of thorns,
not atrocious water seen in the corners
of certain houses, waters such as eyelids and eyes,
they could hold your waist in my hands poem
When my heart lifts its Oaks
towards your unwavering thread of snow.

Night sugar, spirit
the crowns,
redeemed
human blood, your kisses
I banish mothers day poems
and um coup remnants of sea water
hits the silences that await you
surrounding worn chairs, spending doors.

Nights with clear axes,
item, material, only
voice, only my mother poem
naked every day.
On your breasts still current,
on your legs of hardness and water,
on the permanence and the pride
your hair naked mother poem
I want to be, my love, already pulled the tears
to the hoarse basket where accumulate,
I want to be, my love only with one syllable
shattered silver, only with a tip
your chest of snow.

It is no longer possible, sometimes
win but falling,
It is no longer possible, between two beings
shake, touch the flower of the River:
strands of man come as needles,
proceedings, pieces,
families of repulsive coral, storms
and hard steps for carpets
winter.

There are cities between lips and lips
large ash and wet cimera mother day
drops of when and how, undefined
circulation:
between lips and lips as a coast
sand and glass, passes wind.

Why are endless, pick me up as if you were
all solemnity, all night mother day poems
as a zone until you confused
with the time lines.
Progresses in the sweetness,
come to my side until the digital
leaves of the violins love poems
they have fallen silent, up to mosses
take root in Thunder, even that of the heartbeat
hand and hand down the roots.

Funny Love Poems

Funny Love Poems

THROUGHOUT the winter, throughout the battle,
all the nests of the wet iron,
in your crossed firmness of air,
love poems in your wild city they raise.

The renegade prison of the stones,
the submerged threads of the spine poems
make your wire hair Funny Love Poems
a flag of mineral shadows.

Bristly tears, eternity of water,
Mount of scales, beam of horseshoes,
your tormented House is built
with petals of pure geology.

The high winter kisses your armor
and you covered with destroyed lips:
the spring of violent aroma love poems
It breaks their thirst in your relentless statue:
and the serious fall hopes unnecessarily poems
pouring gold in your green stature.