Plagiarizing Robert Frost

I have been reaching out for some people

That before I was not careful enough to look at.

I want to give more attention to their best qualities.

My look is conscious of their imperfection.

I have been feeling nature

That before I was not careful enough to look at.

I want to give more attention to this wonderful world.

My look in this mystical evolution.

I have been looking inside myself

That before I was not careful enough to look at.

I want to give myself more attention, especially to my heart.

My look: nothing can change this new way of looking.

Laments left tonight

by Arley Soares da Silva

When evening bid farewell to day.

Shrouded, at dusk the sun disappeared

And in the winter night, with my thoughts,

In the darkness, I forgot my way.

The stars witnessed during the night

Between the lines were only sorry.

And the moon forgot me. My soul fainted all night.

On the threshold of the morning was,

Alone, sleepless,

The breeze that cooled

And hid the moon that there was.

And here I am again late into the night.

The twilight enveloping me with the sun that will rise.

With night, the problem was already disappearing.

With the daylight, begin the laments left tonight.

Pain collector

by Fabrizia Oliveira dos Santos

I have been a collector of pain.

I have gone in search of the other half of me.

I have searched the main.

I have looked at all greatness.

I have done insane things.

And this quest seems endless.

I've been driven by my heart.

And it seems tireless.

I realize that everything is so hard.

Although I do not want to at aything look,

The best is distracted walking.

Meanwhile, I have fun reading a book.

So I have been lingering in terms of believing.

I have tried to stay away from deceiving.

Acquainted with the day

by Flávia Sampaio de Oliveira

I have been one acquainted with the day.

I have walked out in the sun – and back in sun.

I have outwalked the furthest city block.

I have looked up the happiest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman that slept.

And shut my mouth, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of legs

When far away an interrupted cry

Came from people from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;

And further still at an unearthly weight

One luminary finish against my life.

The night I have gotten used to

by Ivna Oliveira Pires

In the night I have gotten used to

I’ve walked in the rain – and returned in the rain.

The city lights I have seen far away now follow me.

I have enjoyed the streets that appeared to be sadder.

I have passed by the guards who were in their rounds.

And without explanation, I declined my eyes

I stopped, I prefer silence when walking

Distant, suddenly a scream interrupted

A shout came from inconspicuous houses on another street

Despite not calling me or saying goodbye,

And at a transcendental time,

A luminary watch uttered skyward

Acclaiming that time could be right or wrong.

I have gotten completely used to night.

Friends with the night

by Laysi de Souza Rebouças

I have always liked the night.

I have slept in the moonlight, the clear moon and the dark moon

I have given a lot of laps, before the light of the naked moon.

I went back and looked into my thinking

around the night, the dark night.

I looked at a beggar

in his fatigue. And there my eyes

Fixed everything, wanting to explain everything.

At night, under the moon:

No more talk. We’d better silence.

I have always enjoyed the evening.

With nostalgic joy.

Acquainted with pain

by Lívia Luiza Pereira Batista

I have been one acquainted with life.

I have walked out in rain – and back in sunlight.

I have outwalked the happiest city side.

I have looked down the terrible city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain the pain.

I have stood still and heard the sound of my feet

When far away an interrupted woman cry

Came over people from another street,

But not to call me back or say Hello;

And further still at and curious height,

One outcry against the sky

Proclaimed the cry was neither wrong nor right.

I have been one acquainted with life.

Acquainted with being a woman

by Mônica Batista Soares Gomes

I have tried to run, run and run

Escaping the rain and back to it.

Worse than trying is not doing so;

Worse is the fact that you cannot escape.

Thinking comes and goes, showing sadness.

Sadness that had not fled;

Running away with the circus and hiding.

If needed be I fantasize I am the monkey woman.

"A woman turns into a gorilla, which turns into a woman"

What circus would not want that?

I started to cry, and stopped more tears from shedding;

Why not run away instead of staying to catch the unknown?

I picked it up and said goodbye, goodbye I say

Because the circus is gone and my body fell asleep.

But stopping there I would stumble on my way

So there I moved on!

After several curves

My body began to swell.

Then I come back to try to escape the rain and such.

Because if I catch cold, I’ll be in harms way.

Stranger in the nightude

by Solange Reimberg Silva Dantas

I’ve been estranged in the night

I’ve arrived and departed at noon

I flew away to the dark mountain.

I have looked through the mists of an agonizing castle

I’ve gone through the window

And I filled my ears with silence.

I’ve been gone and listened

To a desperate cry of the absent,

The non-existent in the streets and houses.

But don’t set the alarm.

Don’t wake me up

Because all clocks have silenced.

After proclaiming the late and brief time.

I’ve been estranged in the night.

Acquainted with the morning

by Vânia Carla de Santana Quinto

I have been one acquainted with the morning.

I have swum out in the sun – and read in the sun.

I have outswum the furthest city waters.

I have looked down the cheerful city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat.

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to disdain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of my hands

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over people from other lands,

But not to call me back or say “see you tomorrow”;

And further still at an unearthly height

One luminary clock against the sky