Poemas de amor y locura: Versos de amor y de locura
Poema Locura de amor, en Poemas del Alma
Que locura la mía
que dejo la ventana abierta
para que uno de estos día llegues,
así como la luna me alegra
con su esplendor,
y tu con tu amor haciéndome feliz.
Tú dichosa que yo sea amado
y ser la reina de mi hogar
o como un rayo de sol
alumbrando mi corazón.
Siento en mi corazón
de amor, esa locura,
esa inmensa pasión
de exquisita ternura;
no fuiste mi ilusión
no fuiste una aventura
fuiste sólo obsesión
que por siempre perdura;
yo encontré junto a ti
plena felicidad,
eterno frenesí
que nunca acabará:
tú serás para mí
mi Edén, mi eternidad…
Si el amor es una locura, entonces yo estoy loca, loca porque la humanidad llene su corazón de ese amor sublime tierno sin reproches y también reciban el gran amor que les brinda la persona mas tierna y santa que ama a toda la humanidad sin acepción.
El que un día decidió entregar su vida por amor,
podemos pensar que El estaba loco,quizás si, o no
pero fue su amor el que lo hizo tomar esa decisión
morir en una cruz por ti por mi.
Por el mundo entero, por el que lo ama y por el que no lo ama, ¿es una locura verdad? pero es amor.
Su gran y profundo amor Y solo Jesús fue capaz de amar así.
¡Soy el loco del amor enamorado
que al compás de los tambores luminosos
hoy regreso en un torrente desatado!
¡Que la sombra retire sus lánguidas tinieblas
y las musas vuelvan como paz enamorada!
¡Ah, solitarios y errantes de la vida!
¡Bienvenidos a mi Casa Desbordante
y haced de mi vuestra morada!
¿Qué os detiene, la melancolía?
¡Ah, peregrinos del dolor y la tristeza,
despertad por fin a vuestra esencia!
Soy la locura de la luz en mi propia oscuridad
y por eso he roto las cadenas del dolor.
En la locura de amor, mi ser perpetua la esencia del pertenecer, expresada en la inmutable y maravillosa complacencia de a tu alma tan amada.
Ámame así con tal locura y pasión, que entre sueños insondables resurja no solo la pasión, vaciada en la cálida sincronía de hacer del amor día a día una locura de amor muy bien merecida.
..
Habiéndonos los dos juntos pasando lados fecundos en esta vida que genera la oportunidad de hacer perecedera la experiencia de amar en actos de amor sin reservas.
Como locura de amor,
perdido en el resplandor
es el momento viviente,
cual es la razón por Dios,
que sí critiquen a dos
habiendo mucha más gente.
Alejandro o. de León Soto
El mundo necesita de una buena dosis de locura de amor
para calmar el dolor
que provoca la mala comunicación,
la falta de tolerancia,
la incapacidad de generar acuerdos;
y el egocentrismo.
Para frenar el deseo de tener
y convencerse:
que es más importante servir a los demás;
que todos tenemos algo que entregar.
La locura de amor va a transformar nuestro corazón
nos ayudará a cultivarlo en nuestros hijos, estudiantes, hermanos, padres y amigos,
permitirá desarrollar apegos seguro
que contribuyan a construir la felicidad de los seres que nos rodean
Amarnos aquel dìa nos privo la razòn, al sumirnos en la locura de una pasiòn sin control.
rosamary
Locura de amor, intolerable sentir,
cuando a de llegar la razón, sin mentir,
por amor y locura quien alma cura,
con destellos de sutil amor preocura
el anhelado beso, abrazo del alma,
con centrífuga y elocuente y perdida.
Locura.
ReeexxX
Que no daria yo
por estar cinco minutos contigo
por sentir la pasion de tus besos,
tus caricias en mi cuerpo
por ahogarme entre tus brazos
desbordarme de pasion y deseo hacia ti
por ti haria mil locuras de amor J.C
Amor de locura siento
en el fragor inconcluso
del recuento adentro
buscando tus aposentos
donde la marcha en susto
me dejo la pasión sin aliento
de esas locuras despojadas
tejidas entre almohadas
olores y remojadas
ya toda mi piel erizada
sobre la tuya enraizada
ay que locura de este amor
que me lleva la sinrazón
te siento en mi corazón
cuando bailamos este son.
Poemas de amor, locura y muerte.
ESPEJISMOS
Perdido en el desierto
de mi soledad
sediento de amor y de fe,
apareciste ante mí
una mañana
iluminando mi cielo,
mi ser.
Tomaste mi mano,
mi alma
me guiaste por senderos
de placer,
descifraste en mí
el jeroglífico
que nadie podía leer.
Y así de pronto
mi desierto
en oasis de amor
se transformó
y cuando creí que todo
era belleza
descubrí que tan solo
eras una ilusión.
PECADO
La noche los envuelve con sus sombras
el cielo deja de ser tal
la luna baña sus cuerpos
con blanca luz espectral.
Las caricias se suceden lentamente
las estrellas profanan su intimidad
el universo se estremece suavemente
algo está a punto de cambiar.
Se inspeccionan con manos temblorosas
inexpertas en aquel juego infernal
poco a poco se descubren con osadía
dando paso al primer ritual.
La melodía se posesiona de sus cuerpos
el ritmo crece sin cesar
el frenesí invade sus sentidos
vorágine de placeres sin par.
El cielo nace nuevamente
las sombras escapan una vez más
las luces denuncian sus figuras
y ante Dios su pecado original.
EL ADIÓS
La luz en tus ojos
anuncia la aparición
de lágrimas cristalinas
por el fin de un amor.
La luz en tus ojos
delata al mirar
la tristeza del alma
las ganas de amar.
La luz en tus ojos
encubren con piedad
las palabras frías
que al final me dirás.
UNIVERSOS
Nace una estrella en el cielo
y en tus ojos un brillo de ansiedad
cataclismos de mundos complejos
temblor en tu cuerpo al amar.
Crece con fuerza la estrella
crece tu fuego pasional,
luce la más grande, la más bella,
ardes en extremo al gozar.
Llega al final su grandeza
alcanzas la cumbre sensorial
decrece el brillo de la estrella
y en tus ojos aquella luminosidad.
CONTORNOS
Contornos, simples contornos
en la ciudad oscura.
Contornos, miles de contornos
ardor y dulzura.
La luz pálida de luna
los envuelve y los escuda
de miradas desaprensivas
de su éxtasis, su locura.
Contornos susurrantes
se buscan con ansiedad
palpitan el encuentro
devorados en la oscuridad.
La noche avanza
en su monótono tic-tac
de estrellas blanquecinas.
La noche avanza
y los contornos alcanzan
la divinidad exquisita.
Sus almas danzan
en el paraíso prometido
sus almas danzan
en el segundo permitido.
El alba desgarra
con rojizas pinceladas
el oscuro terciopelo
y de él arranca
los contornos en silencio.
El día avanza
en su monótono tic-tac
de gente enloquecida.
CÚSPIDE
Lunas doradas
cielos de cristal
nubes de fuego
pasión celestial.
Tu figura al desnudo
me invita a navegar
sobre tu infinita belleza
de placer infernal.
Tomo el timón de tu cuerpo
te guío y me llevarás
a los confines del universo
a lo profundo de tu mar.
Lujuria clandestina
placer de diván
pechos dorados
brillo de luna
goce profundo
acto final……
HECHIZO
Vientos nocturnos
del velo dorado
despejan el rostro
del bosque encantado.
Tristes presagios
de duendes odiados
golpean mis oídos
están asustados.
Me cuentan historias
del demonio alado
me piden que escape
que huya al prado.
Te busco princesa
belleza plateada
mi alma por ti reza
por ti reza mi espada.
Te veo a lo lejos
blanca iluminada
corro a tu encuentro
voy por mi hada.
Tomo tu mano
huyo angustiado
entre brujas y duendes
llegamos a un claro.
Te abrazo fuertemente
poseo tus labios
entierras tu daga
en mi frío costado.
Caigo torpemente
miro azorado
mi bella princesa
es el demonio alado.
ANGUSTIAS
Camino vacilante la vida
presuroso de amor
fatigado de envidia.
Camino vacilante la vida
en cada pasión
en cada despedida.
Camino vacilante la vida
como camina el gato
por la angosta cornisa.
Camino vacilante la vida
la escalo como una montaña
pero esta no tiene cima.
Camino vacilante la vida
escapando de la oscura noche,
y cuando esté a punto
de alcanzar el día,
caerá ante mí
el frío manto de la muerte,
el viejo amante
de la antigua vida.
HORIZONTE ROJO
Duerme el espejo de mi mente
que no puede reflejar tu rostro.
Veo en el horizonte mi muerte
la odio y hacia ella me arrojo.
¿Cuántas lunas han pasado
cuando te abracé por última vez?
Todo este tiempo he viajado
pero no te he vuelto a ver.
Arde el fuego sacrílego
en las entrañas de mi corazón
es por eso que aún sigo
y por eso he perdido la razón.
Piso un rojo vacío
el horizonte atrás quedó
mi cuerpo se torna frio
ya soy una exhalación.
CICLO INFINITO
Y pasará un año, mil años
y llegará el día del juicio final
y sentirás el miedo en tu alma
al no saber si serás celestial.
El mundo caerá en pedazos
la sangre creará un mar
del infierno vendrá el ocaso
del cielo, ángeles contra el mal.
Una voz se escuchará en el mundo
esa voz comenzará a juzgar
en ella escucharás a los condenados
en ella escucharás a los que salvarán.
Y retornará el silencio absoluto
y llegará la oscuridad total.
Pasará un año, mil años
y nacerá la nueva humanidad.
VIEJO AMOR
En la soledad de la noche
escudriñamos el alma
en busca de un viejo amor.
En la soledad de la noche
reprochamos al alma
por qué ya no está ese amor.
Los vestigios de una hoguera
que hace tiempo se apagó
iluminan y desespera
a mi oscuro corazón.
Las imágenes fantasmas
pueblan mi habitación
me alimento de ellas
pero no hay sensación.
En la soledad de la noche
en mi oscura habitación
una lágrima se me escapa
por aquel viejo amor.
UNIÓN
Suavemente, muy suavemente
rozo tus labios con los míos
todo en tí se estremece
cuan bello capullo en el rocío.
Tus delicados pétalos obedecen
floreciendo ante mí con delirio
elixir primordial de la vida
beberé de ti hasta caer rendido.
El suave crepitar de lo leños
que en mi corazón has encendido
pronto se tornará un infierno
de placeres y gozos desmedidos.
El bello perfume del alma
que impregna nuestros sentidos
nos convierte en pequeño mundo,
somos bosques, montañas, ríos.
Cae el último destello
tu cuerpo palpita junto al mío
ya nada podrá separarnos
nuestras vidas por siempre se han unido.
DESEO
Si tan solo pudiera pensar
y por un minuto estar en paz
si tan solo pudiera volar
y ser así tu ángel guardián
si tan solo pudiera guardar
tu corazón en una caja de cristal
me sentiría capaz de decir
que eres solo mía, de nadie más.
DESPEDIDA
Velo de lluvia ante ti, ante mí
tristes miradas, gotas sin fin.
Palabras mojadas quieren morir
queremos que no lleguen, pero llegan… sí…
Fría caricia, del agua y de tí
sordo murmullo surge de mí.
Velo de lágrimas, mirada gris
último beso, es el adiós, el fin….
Here she is, here she is… – Vysotsky. Full text of the poem – Here she is, here she is …
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Here she is, here she is …
Here she is, here she is –
Our souls13, 90 her two hearts float as one –
It’s time to curtain the window.
Let strange people rummage through our past,
And let them consider that all his dowry is worth –
The price has long been set
And entered for both –
One love, one love.
Cold, cold
Whiteness of bare walls, –
But two hearts beat as one,
And warm, and the window is wide open!
But he stopped giving flowers just like that, not by chance,
Now he considers any woman in the cafe the best.
And she smiles
At random people at the window,
And she gets used to falling asleep alone.
1978
About love
Soviet
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She has everything of her own
She has everything of her own – both underwear and housing,
Well, I’m arranging a corner at my aunt’s.
About a woman
Wow
Wow, wow!
Through the darkness and eternity – a sieve,
Soviet
So it is …
“*” So it is –
As if old, as if old:
Soviet
How it was, how it was
0003
Like everything, as it was:
Both in the wings and at the station
Soviet
He did not return from the battle
Why is everything wrong? Everything seems to be the same as always:
The same sky – blue again,
Soviet
I don’t like
I don’t like a fatal outcome.
I never get tired of life.
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Love … How much magic, depth and discovery this word is fraught with! Sooner or later, each person learns from his own experience all the versatility and unpredictability of love. Creative people, with their special sensitivity and susceptibility, often entrust their experiences to paper, creating bewitching, amazingly powerful works that glorify the beauty and wisdom of this feeling.
Poems about love are as different as love itself: burning, full of aching anguish, tender, passionate, quivering, sublime… and certainly captivating with the fullness of being and all-pervading vitality.
Beauty
Everything in her is harmony, everything is marvelous,
Everything is higher than peace and passions;
She rests bashfully
In her solemn beauty;
She looks around herself:
She has no rivals, no friends;
Our pale circle of beauties
Disappears in her radiance.
Wherever you hurry,
At least for a love date,
Whatever you have in your heart
Your secret dream, –
But when you meet her, embarrassed, you
Suddenly stop involuntarily,
Reverently devout
In front of the shrine of beauty.
1832
Pushkin Alexander
Predestance
Love, Love- reads the legend-
Union of the soul with the soul of their native, Combining,
and their fatal merger,
and .
.. Fatal duke …
and which one of them is more tender
In the struggle of two unequal hearts,
The more inevitable and more true,
Loving, suffering, sadly melting,
It will wear out at last …
Tyutchev Fedor
Burnt letter
Goodbye love letter! goodbye: she said.
How long have I hesitated! how long did not want
Hand to set fire to all my joys! ..
But enough, the hour has come. Burn, love letter.
I’m ready; my soul does not listen to anything.
Already the greedy flame accepts your leaves…
Just a minute!.. flared up! blaze – light smoke
Winding, lost with my prayer.
The faithful ring has already lost its impression,
The melted sealing wax boils… Oh providence!
It’s done! Dark curled sheets;
On the light ashes their cherished features
Turn white… My chest was shy. Dear Ashes,
Poor joy in my sad fate,
Stay forever with me on my sorrowful chest.
..
And burn the letters,
like a bridge.
May your path be courageous
,
may it be straight
and simple.
Let it be in the darkness
burn for you
star tinsel,
let there be hope
warm your palms
at your fire.
May there be blizzards,
snow, rains
and a furious roar of fire,
may you have more luck ahead of you
than I have.
May the battle
be mighty and beautiful,
thundering in your chest.
I’m happy for those
who are with you,
maybe
along the way.
1957
Brodsky Joseph
Fly away, white moth
Z. K.
Fly away, white moth.
I left my life for you. This is honor
and a sign that your path is not far off.
Fly faster. I’ll take care of the wind.
I myself will die after you.
Run faster over bare gardens.
Forward, dear. My last piece of advice:
Be careful out there, over the wires.
Well, I entrusted you not with news,
but with some persistent dream;
you must be one of those beings who
flashed through the fields of metempsychosis.
Look, do not get under the wheel
and bypass the birds with a deceptive movement.
And draw my face in front of her
in an empty cafe. And in the misty air.
1960
Brodsky Joseph thick strand of hair
Drive out of thoughts and call again;
Breathing impetuously, alone, unseen by anyone,
Blushed with vexation and shame,
Search for at least one mysterious feature
In the words you spoke;
Whisper and correct former expressions
My speeches with you, full of embarrassment,
And in intoxication, against the mind,
Wake up the night darkness with a cherished name.
1844
Fet Athanasius
I won’t tell you anything…
I won’t tell you anything,
And I won’t alarm you at all,
And that I’m silently repeating a hint,
I won’t dare to take anything.
Night flowers sleep all day,
But only the sun will set behind the grove,
The leaves are quietly opening
And I can hear how the heart blossoms.
And into the sick, tired chest
Night moisture blows… I’m trembling,
I won’t alarm you at all,
I won’t tell you anything.
September 2, 1885
Fet Afanasy
whisper, timid breathing …
whisper, timid breathing,
TRILLS OF NAME,
Silver and swaying
sleepy stream,
Night, night shadows,
adults,
adults,
adults without the end
A series of magical changes
dear person,
In smoky clouds Purpur Rosa,
Amber Ploster,
and kisses, and tears,
and dawn, dawn! ..
1850
Fet Afanasius
Old letters
long -forgotten, long -forgot with a light layer of dust,
Treasured features, you are again in front of me
And in the hour of mental anguish, you instantly resurrected
Everything that has long been lost by the soul.
Burning with the fire of shame, eyes meet again
One gullibility, hope and love,
And faded patterns of sincere words
From my heart to the cheeks they drive blood.
I am condemned by you, silent witnesses
Spring of my soul and gloomy winter.
You are the same bright, holy, young,
As in that terrible hour when we said goodbye.
And I trusted the treacherous sound –
As if there is anything in the world apart from love! –
I boldly pushed away the hand that wrote you,
I condemned myself to eternal separation
And with a cold in my chest I set off on a long journey.
Why, with the former smile of tenderness
Whisper to me about love, look into my eyes?
The voice of forgiveness will not resurrect the soul,
Not even a burning tear will wash away these lines.
1859?
Fet Athanasius
Do not say, my friend: She will forget me…
Do not say, my friend: “She will forget me,
Almighty flight is changing time;
A tormented soul will pass in vain heat,
And the fatal image will not pursue
Thoughtful eyes; freer and bolder
Young breasts will sigh; slow speech
A brilliant and sweet current will flow again;
The cheeks will bloom – and furtively in the mirror
Involuntarily, the gaze will run with a question –
Again spring in the chest – and happiness again.
My dear, do not cherish a beautiful deceit:
In a dreamy soul this wound is fatal.
Have you seen in the forests under the shade of the oaks
With rifles in the hands of the sunken rascals,
When from the steep hills, announcing the surroundings,
A flock of hotly agreed hounds rushes
And cruel tribute to the idle youths of the dryads,
Is a doe already jumping out from behind the bushes?
The shots are about to come – and in the tints of smoke
The deer is even faster, as if unharmed,
With a curse, in spite of the laughter of the shooters,
It is carried away into the darkness of the boundless forests, –
But the stalker, experienced at the call of victory
Brings a copper horn to his closed lips .
1854
Fet Athanasius
The scarlet light of dawn wove on the lake
The scarlet light of dawn wove on the lake.
Capercaillie are crying in the forest with bells.
An oriole is crying somewhere, hiding in a hollow.
Only I don’t cry – my soul is light.
I know you’ll go beyond the ring of roads in the evening,
Let’s sit in fresh shocks under the neighboring haystack.
I’ll kiss you drunk, I’ll die like a flower,
There’s no gossip for drunken joy.
You yourself under the caresses will throw off the silk of the veil,
I will carry you drunk until morning into the bushes.
And let the capercaillie cry with bells.
There is a merry melancholy in the alost of the dawn.
1910
Yesenin Sergey
Imitation of the Song
You watered the horse from handfuls on the reins,
Reflecting, the birch trees broke in the pond.
I looked out of the window at the blue scarf,
Black curls ruffled snakelike in the breeze.
I wanted to break a kiss in the flickering of foamy jets
With pain from your scarlet lips.
But with a sly smile, splashing on me,
You galloped away, ringing with the bridle.
Time wove a thread in the yarn of sunny days…
They carried you past the windows to bury you.
And to the weeping of memorial services, to the censer canon,
All I fancied was a quiet, uninhibited ringing.
1910
Yesenin Sergey
A beggar
At the gates of the monastery a saint
Begging for alms was standing
A poor man, withered, a little alive
From hunger, thirst and suffering.
He only asked for a piece of bread,
And his gaze showed living torment,
And someone placed a stone
In his outstretched hand.
So I prayed for your love
With bitter tears, with longing;
So my best feelings
Deceived forever by you!
1830
Mikhail Lermontov
Two suns are getting cold – Oh Lord, have mercy.
..
Two suns are getting cold – Oh Lord, have mercy! –
One is in the sky, the other is in my chest.
Like these suns – will I forgive myself? –
How those suns drove me crazy!
And both get cold – it doesn’t hurt from their rays!
And that will cool down first, that is hot.
October 6, 1915
Tsvetaeva Marina
Not an impostor – I came home…
Not an impostor – I came home,
And not a maid – I don’t need bread.
I am your passion, your Sunday rest,
Your seventh day, your seventh heaven.
There on the ground they gave me a penny
And they hung a millstone around my neck.
Beloved! – Don’t you know?
I am your swallow – Psyche!
April 1918
Marina Tsvetaeva
She was young and beautiful…
She was young and beautiful
And she remained a pure madonna,
Like a mirror of a calm, bright river.
How my heart was breaking!..
She is carefree, like a blue distance,
She seemed like a sleeping swan;
Who knows, maybe there was sadness too…
How my heart was breaking!..
When she sang to me about love,
That song resounded in my soul,
But passionate blood knew no passion…
How my heart was breaking! ..
July 27, 1898
Block Alexander
In vain!..
In vain!
Wherever I look, I meet failure everywhere,
And it is painful to my heart that I am obliged to lie all the time;
I smile at you, but inwardly I cry bitterly,
In vain.
Separation!
What torment the human soul endures!
And often only a sound is enough to hint at them.
I stand like a madman, I have not yet comprehended the expression:
Separation.
Goodbye!
Break this cup: it contains a drop of hope.
She will prolong and she will intensify suffering,
And in a foggy life everything will be a deceptive dream
Date.
Not by us
Powerlessly familiar with words to express desires.
Silent torments affected people for centuries,
But it’s our turn, and a series of trials will end
Not by us.
But it hurts,
That the lots of life are hostile to holy impulses;
In a human chest, they would be quite easy to reach…
No! snatch and throw; those ulcers, perhaps, are healing, –
But it hurts.
1852
Fet Athanasius
The darkness of night lies on the hills of Georgia…
The darkness of night lies on the hills of Georgia;
Noisy Aragwa before me.
I feel sad and light; my sadness is light;
My sadness is full of you,
You, only you… My despondency
Nothing torments, disturbs,
And my heart burns and loves again – because,
That it cannot not love.
1829
Alexander Pushkin
I loved you: still love, perhaps.
