Poems for Florence
Poems by Laura Ramiro
I once saw an angel saw it on the screen I didn’t recognize it, so I swipe and didn’t see.
Later on, It came again, by the hand of another tall and blonde, then I saw she had red hair , nice dresses and wonderful and fairy voice.
I realised she was a poet, sent here on earth to try to help others singing with no choice.
She went throw the darkness, facing all the storms and when she realised it, she could overcome.
She was not for everybody the ones that could not see, that behind those pretty dresses, the inside is what really means.
Her soft and calm voice was her instrument, to try to tell the world, that the love we all are looking for, is there inside like gold
I can see you spinning around
You can see me too
In this no ideal world
We are all living throw
Trying to arrive to another one
And not to be like living in a dream
We can make such a good team.
I wish you could be in my sofa
Sitted like you were
On that pic in that hotel, cant remember when.
Your long red hair falling
Without any care
You were talking something
In some lost space
You seemed focused
In that interview
Maybe with some jerk
Talking very softly
To people who don’t care
But the real ones
We do see you everywhere
Not only on that sofa
And we really understand.
She putted a spell on me
I cant stop listen to her music
I dont know if ill succeed
And scape of all this muses
I tried to run away
Or fly from that tall tower
But her voice is always there
Singing with all the power
I went as far as I could get
I did my best
Travelling around the world
But I arrived to her shore
And she trapped me in her nest
Now im like her
Some kinda fairy whitch
Half king half mermaid
And I can make real any wish.
Air poem
Maybe with some pacific wind
My poems could reach you
It would be like a dream
But I really wish to
Maybe you’ll breathe that poetry in the air
And when you close your eyes
My rhymes get into your head
And make you more divine
In your green land and grey
When you breathe the air
Poetry will be like flowers
That will grow in late hours
And you’ll understand
The power of your choice
When you help others
With your magnificent voice.
Silent Devotion
I’m just another fan of you
Not old not new
You won’t find me in your crew
I don’t wear gold medals, not jewellery not even a flower crown
It would be difficult to find me singing in the crowd
But i’m here always with you
Without making any sound
I’m just writing you some simple poetry
Just a few lines
To tell you that I understand you
Even if you’re divine