The best short poems by Pablo Neruda to dedicate or send on WhatsApp

The most popular instant messaging system in the country has become a versatile tool with a wide range of applications. From transmitting short messages to stay updated on current events with friends or family, to the possibility of send greetings of distant birthdays, its usefulness encompasses different aspects of modern communication.

Although one of those messages might even be sweet poetrydedicated to a friend, lover or family member who we want to remind of the adoration we feel towards him.

One of the writers chosen to send the dedications to Whatsapp AND Pablo Neruda. Nobel Prize winner for literature, senator, poet and politician; Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto wrote several works with the most romantic poems of him.

Pablo Neruda’s short poems to dedicate or send via WhatsApp

1) Sonnet 22

How many times, love, have I loved you without seeing you and perhaps without memory,/without recognizing your gaze, without looking at you, centaurean,/in opposite regions, in a burning noon:/you were only the aroma of the cereals that I love.

Maybe I saw you, I hired you as I passed raising a glass / in Angol, in the light of the June moon, / or you were the belt of that guitar / that I played in the darkness and it sounded like the boundless sea.

I loved you without knowing it and I searched for your memory./I entered with a flashlight into empty houses to steal your portrait./But I already knew what it was like. Suddenly/while you were with me I touched you and my life stopped:/before my eyes it was you who reigned over me, and you reign./Like a bonfire in the forests, fire is your kingdom.

2) Poem 12

Your chest is enough for my heart, / my wings are enough for your freedom. / From my mouth will come to the sky / what was sleeping on your soul.

The illusion of every day is in you./You arrive like dew at the corollas./You undermine the horizon with your absence./Eternally in flight like the wave.

I said you sang in the wind/like the pines and like the trees./Like them you are tall and taciturn./And you suddenly become sad, like a journey.

Cozy like an old street./You are full of echoes and nostalgic voices./I woke up and sometimes the birds that slept in your soul emigrate/and flee.

3) Poetry 15

I like you when you are silent because you are absent,/and you hear me from afar, and my voice doesn’t touch you./It seems like your eyes have flown away/and it seems like a kiss has closed you. mouth.

As all things are full of my soul/You emerge from things, full of my soul./Dream butterfly, you resemble my soul, and you resemble the word melancholy.

I like you when you are silent and you are far away./And you are like a lament, a cradling butterfly./And you hear me from afar, and my voice doesn’t reach you:/silence me with your silence. .

Let me also speak to you with your silence/clear as a lamp, simple as a ring./You are like the night, silent and studded./Your silence is like a star, so distant and simple.

I like you when you’re silent because you’re absent./Distant and painful as if you were dead./One word then, a smile is enough./And I’m happy, happy that it’s not true.

4) If you forget me

I want you to know something.

You know how it is:/if I look/at the crystal moon, the red branch/of the slow autumn in my window,/if I touch/next to the fire/the impalpable ash/or the wrinkled body of the wood,/everything brings me to you ,/as if everything that exists,/the aromas, the light, the metals,/were small ships sailing/towards your islands that await me.

Now, / if little by little you stop loving me / I will little by little stop loving you.

If suddenly / you forget me / you don’t look for me, / I will have already forgotten you.

If you consider long and crazy / the wind of flags / that crosses my life / and you decide / to leave me on the shore / of the heart in which I have roots, / think / that on that day, / at that hour / I will raise my arms / and my roots will grow / to seek another land.

But/if every day,/every hour/you feel that you are destined for me/with implacable sweetness./If every day a flower rises to your lips to seek me,/oh my love, oh my love,/in me all that fire repeats itself,/in me nothing goes out or is forgotten,/my love is nourished by your love, beloved/and as long as you live it will be in your arms/without leaving mine.

5) Love

Woman, I would have been your son, to drink/the milk of your breast as if from a spring,/to look at you and feel at my side and have you/in golden laughter and in crystal voice./To feel you in my veins like God in rivers/and adore you in the sad bones of dust and lime,/because your being will pass without pain next to me/and will come out in the verse -purified from all evil-.

How could I know to love you, woman, how could I know/love you, love you like no one has ever known!/Die and again/I love you more./And again/I love you more/and more.

6) Poetry 18

I love you here./In the dark pines the wind unravels./The moon shines on the wandering waters./Same days pass chasing each other.

The fog breaks into dancing figures./A silver gull soars out of the sunset./Sometimes a candle. High, high stars.

Or the black cross of a ship./Alone./Sometimes I wake up, and my soul is wet too./The distant sea sounds, resonates./This is a port./Here I love you.

Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain./I love you even among these cold things./Sometimes my kisses go to those serious ships,/that run across the sea where they don’t arrive.

Already I see myself forgotten like these old anchors./The docks are sadder when the afternoon docks./My uselessly hungry life is tiring./I love what I don’t have. You’re so distant.

My boredom struggles with the slow twilights./But the night comes and begins to sing to me./The moon turns its dream.

The greatest stars look at me with your eyes./And because I love you, the pines in the wind want to sing your name with their wire leaves.