irenio irenaeus bero
Biography of irenio irenaeus bero
Irenio bero is a young and amateur poet born to Mozambican parents who grew up speaking portuguese and english. He fell in love with poetry three years ago whose collection of poems amount to nothing but just a number of inspirational figures such as Nas, Common, Lupe fiasco, Vallete, Marco polo, termanology, masta ace, jill scoth, lauren hill, angie stone, cannibus, large professor, torae, djavan sara tavares, adriana calcanhoto, lura, duas caras and g pro, sam the kid, Azagaia, epmd, etc. The list is actually endless. He is also known as Irenaeus who enjoys playing baskettball with friends.
Few friends is his preference so as to keep a small close circle. His poems are also an inspiration of his best friend: ; Mubarak Zimba.
irenio irenaeus bero's Works:
irenio irenaeus bero Poems
Kiss Me While My Lips Are Still To Soft ...
I am bound to love you, Bound to care for you Bound to wait patiently for you When time has gone hopelessly by.
The Source Of My Inspiration
Through the worlds beautiful verses Through the marvelous enchantment Of words that charge my heart with inspiration Through the circumstances in which the truth is sought
Lost In Her Brain
look and find in me what is not in me Love me like an innocent child Help me even when I need you less Stay with me
A Poem For Yoonos
A poem for Yoonos Dear Mr Yoonos
Sweeter than all my joys Deeper than the depths of the oceans Taller than the highest mountains Delightful than much laughter
A Little Pause
A little profit to my soul An unequal feeling navigating my space Roaming for simple hearts To sacrifice painful vanities
Soon Or Later
Soon or later These efforts of mine Will be forgotten
Beauty Of My Sadness
So much was the beauty of my sadness Glittering in silence Above all that the sun has to offer So close to my soul and heart
Vibrations Of The Mind
I think and so i feel that I am much more defined in spirit than just mere names and dreams I simply know that I am
If find myself in this situation If love has no color then how does the blind love with so much vivacity To me love is an imagination expressed in tender actions An original sentiment that cannot be equaled to physical sensations
Why don't I speak often about you mom Am I ashamed of what I did Or maybe am just afraid to say I miss you
Walk To Freedom
I have walked for miles and miles now I keep walking ahead of the obstacles I have left behind I just want to keep walking
The Search For My Being
I close my eyes and begin To search for my being within the corners of my beautified emotions i feel the richness of uncovered
Maybe today Maybe tomorrow Maybe someday Things shall be any different
Love Is At War
To love at war is what I do
To smile at pain is my joy
To give is disguise is my best gift.
My happiness is nailed with sacrifices
and my day erodes with empty promises.
Surrounded with all I need
except that which I deserve.