25 poems by Pablo Neruda that will fascinate you

Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto, better known as Pablo Neruda, Was a poet born July 12, 1904 in Parral (Chile) and died September 23, 1973 for causes that have not yet been elucidated, but which seem to have been poisoned.

Neruda’s poetic talent is unmistakable. In 1971 he received the Nobel Prize for Literature and was admired and recognized for his excellent work.

25 great poems by Pablo Neruda

From an early age, he already expressed his great talent and interest in poetry and literature. By the age of 13, he was already working in a local newspaper as a writer. He is one of the most famous Spanish-speaking poets and, throughout his life, he left a large number of poems which convey deep feelings and emotions.

In this article we have collected 25 poems by Pablo Neruda for you to enjoy.

1. Sonnet 22

How many times, my love, I have loved you without seeing you and perhaps without memory,

without recognizing your gaze, without looking at you, centaur,

in opposite regions, in a scorching midday:

you were just the aroma of the cereal that I love.

Maybe I saw you, I guess you passed by raising a glass

in Angola, by the light of the June moon,

where were you the size of that guitar

that I touched in the dark and it looked like the scandalous sea.

I loved you without my knowledge and I was looking for your memory.

In empty houses, I entered with a flashlight to steal your portrait.

But I already knew what it was. Suddenly

while you were with me I touched you and my life stopped:

you were before my eyes, reigns and queens.

Like a bonfire in the woods, fire is your kingdom.

  • A poem about the memory of love, a love that may not be shared. We can continue to love despite time and distance, we can be in love without seeing, only with memories and hope. It is the strength of the heart.

2. Poem 1

Female body, White Hills, white, thighs

you are like the world in your delivery attitude.

My body of a wild peasant mine you

and blew up the threads from the bottom of the earth.

I was like a tunnel. The birds have fled from me,

and in me the night entered its mighty invasion.

To survive I forged you like a weapon

like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my depths.

But the hour of revenge is falling, and I love you.

Body of skin, foam, gourmet and firm milk.

Ah the hats! Ah the eyes of absence!

Ah pubic roses! Oh your slow and sad voice!

Body of my wife, I will persist in your grace.

My thirst, my infinite desire, my undecided path!

Dark channels where eternal thirst follows,

and fatigue follows and endless pain.

  • This poem by Pablo Neruda is in the book “Twenty Love Poems and a Desperate Song”. A text that shows a rebellious Neruda, in his adolescence. This book is considered painful because Neruda suffers from and craves love.. This piece of poetry, in particular, is about sexuality and the female body. Although he lives it, he does not have it. Losing in a woman’s body can be both a physical and a spiritual experience. Neruda is between the desire to have this woman and the anguish of not being by her side.

3. If you forget me

I want you to know something.

You know what it looks like:

if I look at the glass moon, the red branch

from the slow fall at my window,

if I touch the impalpable ash next to the fire

or the crumpled body of firewood,

everything brings me to you, as if everything that exists,

the aromas, the light, the metals, were small boats sailing

to your islands that await me.

Now if you slowly stop loving me

I will stop loving you little by little.

If you suddenly forget me, don’t look for me

that I will have already forgotten you.

If you find it long and crazy

the wind of the flags that crosses my life

And you decide to leave me on the shore

from the heart I have roots,

think that day,

at this time I will raise my arms

and my roots will seek another land.

But if every day

every hour you feel that you are meant for me

with relentless gentleness.

If you go up every day

a flower on your lips to seek me,

oh my love oh my

for me all this fire repeats itself,

in me nothing comes out or is forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, my dear,

and while you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.

  • Sometimes you find that person giving you a twist in your heart, bringing out emotions that you thought were impossible to feel. Your life changes completely, and your life is it becomes the life of that person you love madly, With real madness. You know that if that person comes back, you will feel the same way again, but you don’t and you have to accept it.

4. Poem 12

For my heart enough with your chest,

for your freedom my wings are sufficient.

From my mouth he will reach heaven

what was sleeping on your soul.

It is in you the illusion of each day.

You arrive like the dew on the corollas.

Take the horizon with your absence.

Eternally on the run like a wave.

I said you were singing in the wind

like pines and like sticks.

Like them, you are tall and silent.

And you suddenly become sad, like a trip.

Comfortable like an old road.

You are filled with echoes and nostalgic voices.

I woke up and sometimes they migrate

and the fleeing birds that slept in your soul.

  • These lines belong to the author’s work “Twenty Poems of Love and a Desperate Song” which was published in 1924. The theme on which this poem revolves is the absence of the human being.. The story takes place in the Chilean Sea, as the author has spent much of his life next to waves, poles and wind.

5. Poem 4

It’s a stormy morning

in the middle of summer.

How white farewell handkerchiefs travel in the clouds,

the wind shakes them with its traveling hands.

Countless hearts of wind

beating our loving silence.

Buzzing among the trees, orchestral and divine,

like a language full of wars and songs.

Wind that carries leaf litter in rapid flight

and deflects the latent arrows of the birds.

Wind that makes him fall in a wave without foam

and weightless substance, and inclined fires.

He breaks and submerges his volume of kisses

fought at the gate of the summer wind.

  • The author highlights the summer atmosphere in which the wind is an important factor, as it will surely affect your mood, bringing peace and tranquility. But the striking one is the first verse, which in the middle of summer interrupts the storm. In other words, that is to say a momentary separation, Probably with someone, with whom there have been good times and bad times.

6. Love

Woman, I would have been your son, to drink you

breast milk like a ten,

look at you and feel you by my side and have you

in the golden laughter and the crystal voice.

To feel in my veins like God in the rivers

and worship yourselves in the sad bones of dust and lime,

so that you passed easily by my side

and go to the stanza – free from all evil.

How would I know how to love you, woman, how would I know

love you, love you like nobody ever has know!

Die and love yourself even more.

And I still love you more and more.

  • This poem is about the immensity of love, how strong and deep this feeling can be. Once again, an unconsumed love, in which the author wishes with all his might to be able to get lost in the body and soul of this person who has completely changed his life.

7. Poem 7

For my heart enough with your chest,

for your freedom, mine is enough ales.

From my mouth he will reach heaven

what was sleeping on your soul.

It is in you the illusion of each day.

You arrive like the dew on the corollas.

Take the horizon with your absence.

Eternally on the run like a wave.

I said you were singing in the wind

like pines and like sticks.

  • This poem belongs to the book “20 Love Poems and a Desperate Song”. The text revolves around the presence of a woman who, after her departure, remains eternally alive in the memory. It is written with enthusiasm despite the sad thoughts of having to walk away.

8. Hundred sonnets of love

Naked, you are as easy as one of your hands:

smooth, earthy, minimal, round, transparent.

You have moon lines, apple roads.

Naked, you are thin as bare wheat.

Naked you are blue like the night in Cuba:

you have climbers and stars in your hair.

Naked you are round and yellow

like summer in a golden church.

Naked, you are as small as one of your fingernails:

curved, subtle, pink until the birth of the day

And you enter the underworld of the world

as in a long tunnel of costumes and works:

your clarity goes out, you get dressed, you flinch

and again it’s a bare hand.

  • Some very beautiful verses they deal with the beauty of a woman who catches it. He surprises him in his purest intimacy, in which memory runs through his body. In each word, he finely describes the qualities of the person he loves in which each verse expresses his feelings and thoughts about him.

9. My heart was a living and troubled wing …

My heart was a living and troubled wing …

a dreadful wing full of light and envy.

It was spring on the green fields.

Blue was the height and it was the emerald land.

She – the one who loved me – died in the spring.

I still remember his pigeon eyes waking up.

She – the one who loved me – closed her eyes … late.

Afternoon field, blue. Afternoon of wings and flights.

She – the one who loved me – died in the spring …

and took the source to heaven.

  • Neruda gives us the opportunity to appreciate this piece, in which the author evokes the memory of this woman he once loved. It is the strength of the soul, which invades every second of his thought. Even though he talks about dead love, he’s still alive like the first day.

10. Friend, don’t die

Friend, do not die.

Feel these words burn me,

and no one would say it if I didn’t say them.

Friend, do not die.

I am what awaits you in the starry night.

What lurks under the bloody western sun awaits you.

I watch the fruit fall to the shady ground.

I watch the dewdrops dance on the grass.

At night in the thick scent of roses,

when he dances the round of immense shadows.

Under the southern sky, what awaits you when

the afternoon air like a kissing mouth.

Friend, do not die.

It was I who cut the rebellious garlands

for the already jungle sun-scented jungle bed.

Which led to the yellow hyacinth arms.

And torn roses. And bloody poppies.

The one who crossed his arms to wait for you now.

What broke his bows. Which doubled his arrows.

It is I who keeps the taste of the grape on my lips.

Rubbed bunches. Red bites.

Which calls you sprouted plains.

I am what I wish you in matters of love.

The evening air bends the high branches.

Drunk, my heart. under God, stagger.

The loose river breaks down into tears and sometimes

her voice thins and she becomes pure and trembling.

The blue moan of the water sounds, late.

Friend, do not die!

I am what awaits you in the starry night,

on golden beaches, on blond eras.

The one who cut hyacinths for your bed and roses.

Lying in the grass, I am what awaits you!

  • One of Pablo Neruda’s saddest poems, about a friend who is fighting for her life and who may not survive. A piece that reaches the heart and that he desperately asks her not to leave.

11. However, IT.

Be of you pestering me on hungry nights.

Trembling red hand rising to his life.

Drunken thirst, mad thirst, thirsty jungle in times of drought.

Set of burning metal, set of greedy roots …

This is why you are thirsty and what must satisfy her.

How not to love you if I have to love you for it.

If this is the wetting, how to cut it, how.

As if even the bones thirst for your bones.

Be yours, atrocious and sweet garland.

May it be from you that at night it bites me like a dog.

The eyes are thirsty, what are your eyes for?

Your mouth is thirsty, why your kisses.

The soul is inflamed by these embers which love you.

The living fiery body that is to burn your body.

Always on. Now infinity. But still, you are looking for.

And in her he is destroyed like water on fire

12. I love you here …

I love you here.

In the dark pines, the wind blows.

The moon phosphors the wandering waters.

They march the same days in pursuit.

The fog is attracted by the dancing figures.

A silvery seagull comes from the sunset.

Sometimes a candle. High stars.

Or the black cross of a ship.


Sometimes I get up and even my soul is wet.

It sounds, the distant sea echoes.

This is a port.

I love you here.

Here I love you and in vain it hides your horizon.

I still love you among these cold things.

Sometimes my kisses go on these serious boats,

that cross the sea where they do not reach.

I see myself already forgotten like those old anchors.

They are sadder than the docks when the afternoon arrives.

It tires my needlessly starving life.

I like what I don’t have. You are so far away.

My boredom struggles with the slow twilight.

But night comes and he starts singing to me.

The moon spins its firing shoot.

The biggest stars are looking at me with your eyes.

And how I love you, the pines in the wind,

they want to sing your name with their blades of thread.

  • Love is one of the most beautiful experiences a human being can have, because it floods the daily emotions and feelings of the person with strong emotions. Love, however, when it leaves, remains in the memory of a broken soul. Ask again and again, kiss those lips again.

13. Don’t blame anyone

Never complain about anyone or anything,

because basically you did

what you wanted in your life.

Accept the difficulty of building yourself

even and the courage to start correcting yourself.

The triumph of the real man stems from

the ashes of his error.

Never complain about your loneliness or your luck,

face it with courage and accept it.

One way or another is the result of

your actions and prove that yours always

you have to win ..

Do not be bitter either for your own failure

download to another, accept now or

you will continue to justify yourself as a child.

Remember that any time is

good to start and none are

so terrible to give up.

Remember that the cause of your present

it’s your past as well as the cause of yours

the future will be your present.

Learn from the bold, from the strong,

of those who do not accept situations,

who will live despite everything,

think less about your problems

and more in your work and your problems

without removing them, they will die.

Learn to be born from pain and be

bigger than the biggest obstacle,

look in the mirror of you

and you will be free and strong and you will cease to be one

puppet of circumstances because you

you are your destiny.

Get up and watch the sun in the mornings

and breathe the light of dawn.

You are part of the strength of your life,

Now wake up, fight, walk,

decide and you will be successful in life;

never think of luck,

because luck is:

the pretext for failure …

  • Although most of Neruda’s poems are about love, they refer to guilt. The message is clear: don’t blame anyone just look at yourself and go for it. Always with your head held high.

14. The sea

I need the sea because it teaches me:

I don’t know if I’m learning music or consciousness:

I don’t know if it’s a solo wave or if it’s deep

or simply hoarse or dazzling voice

handling of fish and vessels.

The point is that as long as I sleep

magnetic circle somehow

at Swell University.

It’s not just shredded shells

as if a trembling planet

participate in progressive death,

no, from the fragment I reconstruct the day,

from a trail of salt the stalactite

and in a spoon the immense god.

What I taught you before keeping it! It’s air,

incessant wind, water and sand.

It seems small to the young man

that here he came to live with his fires,

and yet the dust that rises

and descended into its abyss

the cold of the crackling blue,

the sinking of the star,

the tender unfolding of the wave

waste snow with moss,

the quiet power, there, determined

like a stone throne in the depths,

he replaced the enclosure in which they grew up

stubborn sadness, piling up oblivion,

and abruptly changed my existence:

I gave my membership to the pure movement.

  • The sea has always been part of the life of Neruda, who lived in Valparaiso, A city located on the Chilean coast. There, he found, on several occasions, the inspiration to write. In these verses it is possible to perceive the love for the smell, the color and the movement of the waves and all that surrounds this paradise.

15. Don’t stay away from me

Don’t be far from me someday, because like,

because, I can’t tell you, it’s a long day,

and I will wait for you like the seasons

when somewhere the trains fell asleep.

Do not go away for an hour because then

at this hour the drops of awakening meet

and maybe all the smoke that walks looking for the house

come and kill my lost heart again.

Oh, don’t let your figure break in the sand,

and do not want your eyelids in the absence:

don’t go a minute honey

because in this minute you will have gone so far

that I will cross all the earth asking

if you come back or if you let me die.

  • This poem is about the desire to be with this woman for whom one feels a deep and intense feeling and, therefore, there is a need to express, To be able to blend into your body.

16. I can write the saddest lines tonight …

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

Write, for example: “The night is starry,

and the stars tremble, blue, in the distance ”.

The night wind spins in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

I loved her and sometimes she loved me too.

Nights like this, I had her in my arms.

I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I wanted her too.

How not to have liked his big fixed eyes.

  • A poem that expresses the immense sadness of not being able to be with the loved one. Wanting and not being able, wanting and not having, Dream and wake up. A dream that takes a lot of time and thought.

17. Swirls

Today Paolo’s Passion dances in my body

and drunk with a joyous dream, my heart beats:

today I know the joy of being free and of being alone

like the pistil of an infinite daisy:

Oh woman – meat and sleep – come and love me a little,

come and empty your glasses on the way:

let your crazy boobs tremble in my yellow boat

and drunken youth, which is the finest wine.

It’s beautiful because we drink it

in these shaking glasses of our being

that they deny us enjoyment because we appreciate it.

Beguem. We never stop drinking.

Never, woman, ray of light, white apple pulp,

soften the imprint that won’t hurt you.

We sow the plain before plowing the hill.

Living will be the first, then it will be death.

And after our footprints fade along the way

And in the blue we stop our white stairs

– golden arrows which cut the stars in vain -,

oh Francesca, where my wings take you!

  • Another of Pablo Neruda’s characteristic poems, in which he speaks of the sea and of a woman to whom the author asks him to experience love intensely, Give course to the heart and express feelings.

18. Woman, you gave me nothing

You gave me nothing and for you my life

to defoliate her rose of pain,

because you see these things that I look at,

the same lands and the same skies,

because the network of nerves and veins

that supports your being and your beauty

she must tremble at the pure kiss

sun, sun Misino kissing me.

Woman, you gave me nothing and yet

through your being I feel things:

I’m happy to watch the earth

in which your heart trembles and rests.

My senses limit me in vain

-soft flowers that open to the wind-

because I guess the bird is passing

and that it wets your feeling of blue.

And yet you gave me nothing

your years do not bloom for me,

the copper waterfall of your laughter

the thirst of my flocks will not be quenched.

Wafer that did not taste your thin mouth,

lover of the beloved who tells you,

I’ll go on the road with my love in my arms

like a glass of honey for which you love.

You see, starry night, sing and drink

in which you drink the water that I drink,

live in your life, live in my life,

you gave me nothing and I owe you everything.

  • It may happen that the other person gives us nothing but what we feel a huge attraction that surrounds us and that feeds our desire to be by his side. This is exactly what this poem is about.

19. I comb my hair

The wind combs my hair

like a mother’s hand:

I open the door to the disc

and the thought leaves me.

There are other voices that I carry

it’s my lips singing:

to my cave memories

it has a strange clarity!

Fruits from foreign lands,

blue waves from another sea,

loves of other men, sorrows

which I dare not remember.

And the wind, the wind that combs me

like a mother’s hand!

My truth is lost in the night:

I have neither night nor truth!

Lying in the middle of the road

they have to walk on me to walk.

Their hearts run through me

drunk with wine and dreaming.

I am a still bridge between

your heart and your eternity.

If I suddenly die

wouldn’t stop singing!

  • A beautiful poem by Joan Oliver, which collects some of the great creativity of the author, and in which it is possible to appreciate the expression of its deep subjective conflicts in reference to the desire that this one feels.

20. I’m scared

I’m afraid. The afternoon is gray and sadness

from the sky it opens like a mouth of death.

My heart has a princess cry

forgotten in the depths of a deserted palace.

I’m afraid. And I feel so tired and small

that I reflect in the afternoon without meditating on it.

(In my sick head, a dream must not enter

just like a star does not fit in the sky.)

Yet in my eyes a question exists

and there is a cry in mine mouth that my mouth does not cry.

There’s no sense on earth to hear my sad complaint

abandoned in the middle of the infinite earth!

The universe dies, of a calm agony

without the feast of the sun or the green twilight.

Agonize Saturn like my sorrow,

the earth is a black fruit which the sky bites.

And by the immensity of the void, they become blind

the afternoon clouds, like lost ships

that they hid broken stars in their caves.

And the death of the world falls on my life.

  • The internal conflicts that the author is going through they cause great fear that he tries to shape in these verses. This fear is so noticeable that it greatly affects the mind and body, and it emerges and develops until it causes deep fatigue.

21. Yesterday

All the exalted poets laughed at my writing because of the punctuation,

as I slapped my chest confessing semicolons,

exclamations and colon, i.e. incest and crimes

who buried my words in a special Middle Ages

provincial cathedrals.

All those who nerudearon began to evaluate themselves

and before the rooster crows they walked with Persia and Eliot

and they died in their swimming pool.

During this time I was tangled in my ancestral calendar

more old-fashioned every day without discovering a flower

discovered all over the world, without inventing a star

surely already extinguished, as I soaked in its glow,

drunk with shadow and phosphorus, he followed the stunned sky.

Next time I come back with my horse for now

I will prepare to hunt properly hidden

anything that sinks or flies: to be inspected beforehand

whether invented or not invented, discovered

or unknown: no future planet will escape my network.

  • Verses of impressive beauty which are embodied in an autobiographical context, in which Neruda talks about yesterday, but also about the present and where he arrived. All this with an extraordinary language that floods the senses.

22. Sonet 93

If your chest ever stops

if something stops working and burns in your veins,

if your voice in your mouth goes without a word,

if your hands forget to fly and fall asleep,

Matilda, my love, leave your lips parted

because this last kiss must last with me,

it must remain forever still in the mouth

so that he also accompanies me in my death.

I’ll die kissing your cold crazy mouth

kissing the lost grapes of your body,

and seeking the light with your closed eyes.

And so when the earth receives our embrace

we will be confused in one death

to live eternity with a kiss.

  • A poem about the shock that occurs when and when love comes into contact with death. He expresses intense feelings of grief.

23. Sonnet 83

It’s alright, my love, feel yourself near me at night,

invisible in your dream, seriously nocturnal,

while I untangle my worries

as if they were confusing networks.

Absent, through your dreams your heart sails,

but your abandoned body breathes

Searching for me without seeing, fulfilling my dream

like a plant that doubles in the shade.

Well, you will be another who will live tomorrow,

but borders lost in the night,

of this being and not being in which we find ourselves

something brings us closer to the light of life

as if the seal of shadow is pointing

with fire his secret creatures.

  • A poem that emphasizes the sensations produced by the intimacy of two, constantly alluding to the elements that surround the theme of the night.

24. The tiger

I am the tiger.

And crouched among the leaves

wide as ingots

of wet ore.

The white river is growing

under the fog. You’re coming.

Naked you dive.

I hope.

Then in a leap

fire, blood, teeth,

a demolition claw

your chest, your hips.

I drink your blood, I break

your members one by one.

And i stay awake

for years in the jungle

bones, your ashes,

still, far away

of hatred and anger,

disarmed in your death,

cross of the vines,

still, far away

of hatred and anger,

disarmed in your death,

cross of the vines,

motionless in the rain,

relentless sentry

of my murderous love.

  • A poem that expresses the overwhelming power of the actions they destroy.

25. The mountain and the river

In my homeland, there is a mountain.

In my homeland, there is a river.

Come with me.

Night on the mountain rises.

Hunger goes down the river.

Come with me.

Who are those who are suffering?

I don’t know, but they’re mine.

Come with me.

I don’t know, but they tell me

and they call me “Patim”.

Come with me.

And they say to me: “Your people,

your miserable people

between the mountain and the river,

with hunger and pain,

he doesn’t want to fight alone,

is waiting for you, friend “.

Oh you, the one I love

small red grain


the fight will be hard,

life will be hard

but you will come with me.

  • These lines by Pablo Neruda revolve around the theme of suffering and pain that affects not only one person, but an entire society.

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