L C Vieira

Rookie - 1 Points (Lisbon, Portugal)

L C Vieira Poems

1. 2012 7/16/2012
2. A Cry In The Wilderness 1/7/2014
3. A Man And His Squirrel 4/1/2013
4. A Most Important Thing 3/17/2012
5. A Whisper Speaks 4/7/2012
6. Akiane's Birds 4/1/2013
7. Armpit Mosquito 9/1/2013
8. Balancing 3/15/2012
9. Black And Bubbles 7/24/2013
10. Bless The Child 3/15/2012
11. Blooming Hills 3/15/2012
12. Brown Leather Jacket 3/15/2012
13. Children Walk In The Woods 1/7/2014
14. Conquered 4/7/2012
15. Contact 3/15/2012
16. Curse Or Gift? 3/15/2012
17. Cutting Bones 3/15/2012
18. Dandelion 8/13/2013
19. Dark Creature 3/15/2012
20. Enchantment's Hour 9/22/2012
21. Erupt With Life 4/7/2012
22. Exposed 3/15/2012
23. Extraordinary Day 3/19/2012
24. Feeling Pasta Like Salvador 3/15/2012
25. Fiduciary Responsibilty 1/7/2014
26. For A Woman 3/15/2012
27. For Two Days Of Heat 3/31/2012
28. Freedom Prison Blues 11/1/2012
29. Gatherer 4/7/2012
30. Grateful (Pa-Thump) 3/15/2012
31. Great Bald Eagle 9/1/2013
32. Great-Horned Owl 3/15/2012
33. Hand To Hand 4/7/2012
34. Hibiscus With Kisses 3/15/2012
35. How Old Is The Bear Scat? 3/15/2012
36. I Am The Train To Allanwater 3/15/2012
37. I Rejoice In Your Snore 4/1/2013
38. I Should Offend Today 4/1/2013
39. I Tried 3/15/2012
40. If All I Had 4/7/2012
Best Poem of L C Vieira

This Wilderness

'Unworthy of this wilderness,
a majesty too great for kings,
lakes and rivers, wide as dreams,
moving faster than my words;

I'm humbled by this wilderness,
I have so little left to hold.
Few are these last provisions;
I am but a guest out here.

I am so small beneath these tall trees;
some fall hard as others rise.
High winds lift them up 'round me;
drum beat step in their own time.

Bright sun sneaks to hide each day,
so stars more brilliantly can shine.
Dancing native spirit skies,
calm us now, these anxious souls.

No ...

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Saturday Morning

There is no moment like this one with you,
no bed as welcoming,
no morning to greet me as you do.

You cover me with goose down
and warm legs around me,
cooling my long-night heat
with frozen grapes for my lips.

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