6 Poems of Five Stanzas of Known Authors

The poems of five stanzas, along with those of four, are usually the structure most used by poets, since it is a length that allows to sufficiently develop the idea to be transmitted.

A poem is a composition that uses the literary resources of poetry. It can be written in different ways, although the most traditional is in verse, that is, it is composed of sentences or sentences written in separate lines and grouped into sections called verses.

Mario Benedetti, used to use five-verse poems

Each of these lines usually rhyme with each other, that is, a similar vocal sound, especially in the last word of each line or in alternate lines (even and / or odd).

The length of the poems can be unlimited and is not governed by any standard. There are poems of a single line and others whose extension can be several pages.

Although poetry can deal with any subject, it has the intrinsic intention of communicating a stylized, sublime and beautiful idea.

Contemporary poetry has many licenses that sometimes do not allow to fit the poems in a certain structure.

In this way, we find poems in prose, without rhyme, with verses or asymmetrical stanzas, and so on.

6 Poems of five stanzas

1- Farewell

1

From the bottom of you, and kneeling,

A sad child, like me, looks at us.

For that life that will burn in your veins

They would have to tie our lives.

For those hands, the daughters of your hands,

They would have to kill my hands.

For his eyes open on the earth

I will see in your tears one day.

2

I do not want it, Beloved.

So that nothing ties us

Which does not give us anything.

Not the word that smelled your mouth,

Nor what the words did not say.

Neither the feast of love that we did not have,

Nor your sobs at the window.

3

I love the sailors' love

Who kiss and leave.

They leave a promise.

They never come back.

In each port a woman waits:

Sailors kiss and leave.

One night they go to bed with death

In the bed of the sea).

4

Love the love that is shared

In kisses, bed and bread.

Love that can be eternal

And can be fleeting.

Love that wants to break free

To love again.

Divinized love that is coming

Divinized love that goes away.

5

My eyes will not delight in your eyes anymore,

My pain will not be sweetened next to you.

But where I'm going I'll take your look

And wherever you walk you will bear my pain.

I was yours, you were mine. What else? Together we did

A bend in the path where love passed.

I was yours, you were mine. You will be the one to love you,

Of which I cut in your garden what I sowed.

I'm leaving. I'm sad: but I'm always sad.

I come from your arms. I do not know where I'm going.

... From your heart I say goodbye to a child.

And I say goodbye.

Author: Pablo Neruda

2- Do not save yourself

Do not stand still at the edge of the road, do not congeal the joy, do not want with reluctance, do not save now, not ever.

Do not save yourself, do not be calm, do not reserve the world just a quiet corner.

Do not drop your heavy eyelids as judgments, do not run out of lips, do not sleep without sleep, do not think without blood, do not judge without time.

But if in spite of everything you can not avoid it and freeze the joy and want with reluctance and you save now and you fill with calm and reserves of the world only a quiet corner.

And you drop your heavy eyelids like judgments and you dry without lips and you sleep without sleep and you think without blood and you judge without time and you remain immobile at the edge of the road and you save, then you do not stay with me.

Author: Mario Benedetti

3- Supporting My Hot Front

Leaning on my hot forehead
In the cold window glass,
In the silence of the dark night
From my balcony my eyes did not move.

In the middle of the mysterious shadow
Its window shed lit,
Letting my sight penetrate
In the pure sanctuary of your stay.

Pale as marble, the countenance;
The blond hair untwisted,
Caressing its silky waves,
His alabaster shoulders and his throat,
My eyes saw her, and my eyes
Seeing her so beautiful, they were troubled.

Look in the mirror; sweetly
He smiled at her beautiful languid image,
And his silent flattery in the mirror
With a sweet kiss paid...

But the light went out; Pure vision
Faded like a vain shadow,
And I slept, I was jealous
The crystal his mouth caressed.

Author: Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

4- Desire

Only your hot heart,
And nothing more.
My paradise a field
Without nightingale
Ni liras,
With a discreet river
And a fountain.

Without the spur of the wind
On the frond,
Not the star you want
Be leaf.

A huge light
That was
Firefly
Of other,
In a field of
Broken looks.

A clear rest
And there our kisses,
Sound poles
From the echo,
They would open very far.
And your heart warm,
Nothing else.

Author: Federico García Lorca

5- The Rare Child

This child had strange manias.
We always played to that he was a general
Who shot all his prisoners.

I remember that time he threw me into the pond
Because we were playing as I was a redfish.

What a lively fantasy that of his games.
He was the wolf, the sticking father, the lion, the man with the long knife.

Invented the game of trams,
And I was the child who passed the wheels.

Much later we learned that, behind some distant walls,
He looked at them all with strange eyes.

Author: Vicente Aleixandre

6- Autumnal Verses

When I look at my cheeks, which were red yesterday,
I have felt the autumn; Exp.
They have filled me with fear; He told me the mirror
That snows in my hair while the leaves fall...

What a curious destination! He knocked on the doors.
In the middle of spring to give me snow
And my hands are freezing under slight pressure
Of a hundred blue roses on their dead fingers

I already feel totally invaded by ice;
Chattering my teeth while the sun, outside,
It puts stains of gold, as in spring,
And laughs in the deepened sky.

And I cry slowly, with a damn pain...
With a pain that weighs on my all fibers,
Oh, the fateful death that your wedding offers me
And the fuzzy mystery loaded with infinity!

But I rebel! - How does this human form
Which cost the subject so many transformations
Kill me, chest inside, all illusions
And give me the night almost in the middle of the morning?

Author: Alfonsina Storni

References

  1. Poem and its elements: stanza, verse, rhyme. Recovered from portaleducativo.net.
  2. Poem. Retrieved from es.wikipedia.org.
  3. Farewell. Recovered from poesi.as.
  4. Love poems by Mario Benedetti. Retrieved from denorfipc.com.
  5. Poems by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer. Recovered deciudadseva.com.
  6. Poems by Federico García Lorca. Recovered from poemas-del-alma.com.
  7. Poems by Alfonsina Storni. Recovered from los-poetas.com.


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