Inside my…

Rhymes with vibes

Category: shortpoem

Above the clouds

From the first time I saw you till now
I know it’s a miracle happening
an angel I saw, don’t ask me how

My eyes are filled with tears
you are so pretty, you makes me forget my fears
with your kiss I reached the sky, above the clouds
with your touch my mind reminds that my body still in the earth
and there’s no need of warning or care
because you are here with me and your touch is all that I need

Needs and feelings are filled here
like flowers in spring, like bright Sun in the summer
and all that I want is another day, another month, another….



Girl, you are the place that I want to stay
with something new every time,
the place that I want to see and discover everyday

Girl, you are the sky
that make me look up high
and dream about another kind of life

Girl, you are the fire
that illuminates my darkest night
that warms my soul and my heart, with the soft touch of your hand into my body

Girl, if you doesn’t understand yet
I gonna be straight
you are the one

Sorry if this poem ends
with you freaking out again
but there’s no mistake
You are the one, and I will say it without regret


(For Jackie …. the girl I hope to become my “woman” one day)

Mudar =)

E se algo eu pudesse mudar
seria a frequência com que posso te beijar
abraçar e me declarar
minha cama deixar de ser egoísta
poder chamar de nossa
acordar numa quarta-feira
e sorrir por que tu esta aqui, do meu lado
levantarmos meio que atrasados
mas sorrindo e correndo, logo resolvemos
o que a noite iremos jantar
faço alguma piada sem graça
só pra aliviar a culpa do atraso
e logo cedo me encantar, com tua risada

Para longe, mas fique por perto

Ela é dona de um sorriso
aquele sorriso mais que lindo
que me seduz e conforta
que para longe me transporta
e eu encaro como convite
para puxa-la pra perto
beijar e abraçar
pedindo que o tempo demore a passar…


It’s dark
and the room is filled by the sound of my heart
he have so many stories to tell
about how you make me feel

You are the fire that don’t stop to burn
this you already know
when you sleep, I sing some songs

And my heart already told
that when you gave me your kiss, when I felt your touch
you burned me inside, destroyed all that damn cold


I want to meet London
walk through streets
meet where Beatles and Rolling Stones
take some beers,
play and create some of their music
listen Oasis in a old pub
with you, holding my hand
bringing the sun with your smile
go to Paris
without care about speak french
I want it
I want it and a lot more
Maybe Baltimore
where Poe rest in peace
South America, Canada, Tokyo or Singapore
J, with you
I want discover every place
that I only dreamed like a distant poem



(as always… inspired by my love, Jackie)


E logo cedo, após um longo suspiro
meio que de surpresa, percebi
havia em meu rosto um sorriso
pois, pensei em ti

E após um longo dia
longe daquela que me inspira
fechei os olhos, e lá estava ela
minha guria

E mais uma noite solitária, é o que parecia
mas lembrei de uma conversa, que mais parecia poesia
nela eu te contava
que talvez eu deva guardar essa prosa para outra rima

E sem medo de dizer
que te amo desde antes do Sol nascer
até a Lua aparecer
finalizo, torcendo para logo poder te ver


O céu azul
Se tornou meu mar
Já que no cerrado oceano não há
Mas esse azul se tornou mais intenso
Depois que pude te encontrar
E teus lábios beijar
E esse novo mar
Teu abraço apertado me leva até lá
Que tal juntos descobrirmos até onde vai esse belo oceano
Que tu me apresentou sorrindo enquanto me ouvia dizer “Eu te amo”…

Best Tale

Guess what…
You left my room have less than an hour
and I already have written four poems…
you make me feel like a poet
writing, making rhymes
about us, about Chronos crimes
and you became my best tale before bedtime
but…let’s be honest
you are the best tale, anytime

Unique Fragrance

I already wrote about her scent
not from the bottle, the kind of scent that came from her neck
after a long day in the office, after our hug, after our sex
this kind of scent, sorry, it’s a unique fragrance
Herrera or Dior, they can not even get close
so, I can feel like I am a lucky man
she gives me inspiration for my poems
a warm place to rest my head
kisses that hooked me
another hundred reasons to feel in love
like her scent, like her smile
and my dreams that one day, I will write about it