I love you as the morning ⠀ warmth kisses my cold prayers, ⠀ love like the night that faded ⠀ has left the sky bare ⠀ from the dark corners of my dreams, ⠀ I wake and you’re there ⠀ into the fields of your kisses, ⠀ petals sweet-scented ⠀ into the forever of your […]
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The emergency broadcast alarm sounds off. I am disturbed, out of my sleep. But what’s more disturbing is what I now see on the screen. Could this be real? Is this some sort of hoax? I don’t know, but there’s something to the tone of the man’s voice, that is leaving me unsettled. I think […]
In this episode, we listen to Ernesto Mora’s reading of “I Will not Mourn You” *** I will not cry for you at all, there is within me a resolve so cold and dressed in apathy, so uncaring with the meager, such a black and forlorn room that I dwell in from moment to moment. […]
“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.” ― Pablo Neruda, Love: Ten Poems
I hold onto your little hand and feel the stories untold a bond ancient and your eyes take hold be it into the night or into the vivid day I will always hold your little hand onto the blackest of frays. Copyright © Ernesto Mora@ThePOEMHOME All Rights Reserved.
When the evening would speak, in its tones so silent, into my listening heart the melody was so bitter, it made me close my eyes, such a sweet caress that lifted my head onto the altar where you’d wait so sullen, with those tears on your prayers, that pain on your bones the moon would […]
In this episode, we listen to Ernesto Mora’s reading of “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe.
In this episode, we listen to Ernesto Mora’s poem ” Friend”. I’ve a friend I can’t explain, he is night and shade and pain, gentle as he gnaws my bones, and his voice is as the rain. His is the gloom, his berth and shroud, herald of lament, patron of the disavowed. Moon so pale, […]
In this episode, we listen to Ernesto Mora’s standpoint on Art.