Poemas

Love
Sadness
Existential
Random
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
The rain falls softly in the night,
Like tears upon my windowpane,
Each drop a memory of light,
Each splash an echo of my pain.
In shadows deep and darkness long,
Where hope seems but a distant star,
The heart beats out its mournful song,
Of dreams now scattered near and far.
In vast cosmic dance we spin,
Questioning why we're here within,
Stars above and earth below,
Seeking truths we'll never know.
Time flows like sand between our fingers,
Each moment passes, nothing lingers,
In the void of endless space,
We search for meaning, leave no trace.
What is consciousness but light,
Flickering in eternal night,
Are we real or just a dream,
Nothing is quite what it seems.
Purple elephants dance with glee,
On rainbow clouds above the sea,
While teacups sing a jazzy tune,
To pickles juggling the moon.
The toaster told a funny joke,
To socks that turned to purple smoke,
While pencils danced the cha-cha-cha,
With talking trees from Panama.