Biography of Berta Vieira
I write poetry to express feeling, emotions that I feel or to verbalize a dream I have had.
Some of my poetry was written to express what I sometimes see through others eyes. An example of this is my poem 'Dancing Trees'. I have a young friend who is very dear to me who has Autism. While on one of our walks, we stopped and sat listening to the wind blow through the trees. I watched him completely mesmerized by the trees movement. I wondered what he was thinking, what he saw through his very creative mind.His eyes sparkling as he smiled up at the trees dancing in the wind. Thus the inspiration for this poem.
I have never studied poetry, never learned how to properly write poetry, my poetry comes from the heart in what ever form it appears.
Berta Vieira Poems
Beauty Surrounds Me
Beauty surrounds me I hold my breath for fear that it may all disappear The gentle hum of the hummingbirds wings enticing my eyes to shed a tear
You speak to me through unspoken words tears replace them your thoughts unheard
As I watch you watch the wind through the trees, I wonder what your gently heart sees. I see the enchantment,
My walk up the mountain is intense, Yet, I continue to climb The storms rage their fury upon me
My heart aches with the pain that I have deep inside Hidden behind a mask of happiness my sorrow I try to hide
You Said Goodbye
You did not wait for me I don't know why. You did not wait for me instead you said goodbye.
How Do You Live....
How do you live... When the fire that lights inside your heart has lost its embers glow and the sweet scent of the roses perfume
Doves In The Attic
The doves in the attic, I watch them fly. The doves in the attic, I hear them cry.
Rose So Dark
Rose so dark your soul reflects my gloom. Your thorns so harsh, fill my being with doom.
Fallen angel... you've lived your life so carefree, your future sorrow you did not foresee.
My soul travels on a boat through the stormy sea My mind envelopes thoughts of you and me.
you've lived your life so carefree,
your future sorrow you did not foresee.
dancing foolishly around the fire,
of your folly you did not tire.