15 Examples of Lyric Poems

Lyrical Poems

The lyric poetry It is a form of verbal expression that uses the word to convey a deep feeling, a reflection or a state of mind. This term is often used to name songs, songs and romances, and lyrical poetry should not be understood as synonymous with the poetry What literary genre.

The word lyrical It arises from the ancient Greek practice of reciting poetry accompanying the poet with musical instruments such as the lyre (also attributed to Erato, muse of poetry).

Sung or recited poetry is distinguished from dramatic or narrative poetry in that it is reserved for the private, loving and subjective realms. Rather, he points to simple forms and the use of meter and rhyme, since his interest is focused on emotional recreation rather than the aesthetic achievement of his forms.

Some traditional forms of lyric poetry are:

Examples of lyrical poems

1. "Sonnet" by Lope de Vega

A sonnet tells me to do Violante,
that in my life I have seen myself in so much trouble:
fourteen verses say it is a sonnet,
mocking mocking go the three in front.

I thought it would not find a consonant
and I'm in the middle of another quartet;
but if I see myself in the first triplet,
there is nothing in quartets that scares me.

For the first triplet I am entering,
and it seems that I entered on the right foot,
Well, end with this verse I am giving.

I'm already in the second, and I still suspect
I'm going through the thirteen verses ending:
count if there are fourteen: it's done

1. "Romance del Conde Arnaldos" (fragment) by anonymous author

Who would have such luck
on the waters of the sea,
as there was count Arnaldos
the morning of San Juan

going to look for the hunt
for the falcon to fatten her,
saw a galley coming
that you want to get to land

the candles bring silk
torzal gold rigging
anchors have silver
slabs of fine coral (…)

1. "Soneto XXIII" by Garcilaso de la Vega

While rose and lily
the color is shown in your gesture,
and that your ardent, honest look,
ignites the heart and restrains it;

and as long as the hair, that in the vein
from the gold was chosen, with swift flight,
for the beautiful white collar, upright,
the wind moves, scatters and messes up;

take hold of your joyful spring
the sweet fruit, before the angry time
cover the beautiful summit with snow.

The icy wind will wither the rose.
Everything will change the light age
for not moving his habit.

1. "To a nose" (sonnet) by Francisco de Quevedo

Once upon a man stuck a nose,
once upon a superlative nose,
once upon a time there was a real nose and write,
Once upon a very bearded swordfish.

It was a badly faced sundial,
once upon a pensive altar,
once upon a time there was an elephant face up,
Ovidio Nasón was more narrated.

Once upon a spur of a galley,
once upon a pyramid in Egypt,
the twelve Tribes of noses was.

Once upon a very infinite nose,
a lot of nose, nose so fierce
that in the face of Annas it was a crime.

1. "Rima LIII" (fragment) by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer

The dark swallows will return
their nests to hang on your balcony,
and again with the wing to its crystals
playing they will call.

But those that the flight held back
your beauty and my happiness to contemplate,
those who learned our names ...
Those... will not return!

The bushy honeysuckle will return
from your garden the walls to climb,
and again in the evening even more beautiful
its flowers will open. (…)

1. "Black shadow" (fragment) by Rosalía de Castro

When I think that you left
black shadow that amazes me,
at the foot of my heads,
you come back making fun of me.

When I imagine that you are gone
in the same sun you show me,
and you are the star that shines,
And you are the wind that blows (…)

1. "Al losing you ..." by Ernesto Cardenal

When I lost you, you and I have lost:
I because you were the one I love the most
and you because I was the one who loved you the most.
But of the two of us you lose more than me:
because I can love others like I loved you
but they won't love you like I loved you.

1. "Margarita, the sea is beautiful" (fragment) by Rubén Darío

Margarita, the sea is beautiful,
and the wind
It has a subtle essence of orange blossom:
your breath.

Since you are going to be far from me,
save, girl, a gentle thought
to which one day he wanted to tell you
a story. (…)

1. "CXXII" by Antonio Machado

I dreamed that you took me
down a white sidewalk,
in the middle of the green field,
towards the blue of the mountains,
towards the blue mountains,
a serene morning.

I felt your hand in mine
your hand as a companion,
your girl voice in my ear
like a new bell,
like a virgin bell
of a spring dawn.

They were your voice and your hand,
in dreams, so true! ...

Live hope who knows
what the earth swallows!

1. "The definitive trip" by Juan Ramón Jiménez

And I will go. And the birds will stay, singing;
and my garden will remain with its green tree,
and with its white well.

Every afternoon the sky will be blue and placid;
and they will play, as this afternoon they are playing,
the bells of the belfry.

Those who loved me will die;
and the town will become new every year;
and in the corner of that my flowery and whitewashed garden,
my spirit will wander, nostalgic.

And I will go; And I'll be alone, homeless, treeless
green, no white well,
no blue and placid sky ...
And the birds will stay, singing.

1. "The pirate's song" (fragment) by José de Espronceda

With ten cannonry per band,
Wind in their sails,
does not cut the sea, but flies
a brig sailboat.
Pirate ship they call,
for the bravery of him, The Fearful,
in every known sea
from one to the other border. (…)

1. "Ode I - Retired Life" (fragment) by Fray Luis de León

What a rested life
the one who flees from the madding world,
and keep hiding
path, where they have gone
the few wise men who have been in the world;

That does not cloud your chest
of the proud great the state,
nor the golden ceiling
is admired, manufactured
of the wise Moro, in sustained jasper! (…)

1. “Vaquera de la Finojosa” (fragment) by the Marquis of Santillana

So beautiful girl
I did not see at the border,
like a cowgirl
of the Finojosa.

Building the road
from Calatraveño
to Santa Maria,
defeated from sleep,
through rough land
I lost the race
I saw the cowgirl
of the Finojosa. (…)

1. "Coplas of Don Jorge Manrique for the death of his father" (fragment) by Jorge Manrique

Remember the sleeping soul,
revive the brain and wake up,
watching
how life is passed,
how does death come
so quiet;
how quickly the pleasure goes,
how, after agreed
gives pain,
how, in our opinion,
any past time
It was better. (…)

1. "The spilled blood" (fragment) by Federico García Lorca

I don't want to see it!

Tell the moon to come
I don't want to see the blood
of Ignacio on the sand.

I don't want to see it!

The moon wide.
Horse of still clouds,
and the gray square of the dream
with willows on the barriers. (…)

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