L C Vieira

Rookie (Lisbon, Portugal)

L C Vieira Poems

41. If Men Could Think Like Women 3/15/2012
42. Internet Ghosts 3/15/2012
43. Is She Really? 3/15/2012
44. Is That A White Hair On Your Head? 4/28/2013
45. It's121212 12/12/2012
46. Just Outside My Reach 3/15/2012
47. Lake Muskoka 3/15/2012
48. Lessons Learned And Relearned 3/17/2012
49. Letters 8/13/2013
50. Life Is Not Random 8/13/2013
51. Life Is Not Random (First Version) 8/28/2013
52. Little Lyla Juniper 12/25/2012
53. Magic Scarves 3/15/2012
54. Magic Words 3/15/2012
55. Mama Is A Crazy Girl 4/27/2012
56. Men Who Bruise 3/15/2012
57. Mental Health Awareness Week 5/10/2012
58. Morning Gifts 4/1/2013
59. My Father's Best 4/28/2013
60. My Father's Chocolate 3/31/2012
61. My Leg Around Yours 3/15/2012
62. My Nose Awakes First 9/1/2013
63. No Backup Plan 3/15/2012
64. No Magic Wand 5/19/2012
65. No One Wiser Than A Child? 4/1/2013
66. Non-Gawker 3/15/2012
67. Nothing At All 3/15/2012
68. Omnipotence 4/7/2012
69. One 3/15/2012
70. One Brief Moment Of Insanity 3/15/2012
71. One More Chance 4/7/2012
72. Perfect Timing 3/15/2012
73. Phantom 3/15/2012
74. Rainbow Child 7/27/2012
75. 'Round The Pond 11/10/2012
76. Sailor Cook 3/15/2012
77. Saturday Morning 3/15/2012
78. Savior Man 4/7/2012
79. Scattered Bits 3/15/2012
80. Second Opinion 7/24/2013
Best Poem of L C Vieira

Letters

What happened to the art of writing
long letters to a friend,
a lover waiting anxiously,
a beginning and an end?

Emails miss the middle bits
and all the extras, too,
but letters can be rich with words
of details through and through.

I know of some whose only kiss,
flowed from heart to pen,
on scented sheets of pale paper,
read again and again.

These letters safely tucked away
in secret backs of drawers,
are memories rich for years to come,
a journal of one’s stories.

So, if I write too much today,
forgive me if you ...

Read the full of Letters

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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