Darlene_Ihnfsa Posted August 25, 2005 Share Posted August 25, 2005 i didn't know you write poems mrcool :surprised: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darlene_Ihnfsa Posted August 25, 2005 Share Posted August 25, 2005 a whisper, some people here understands german... i don't but.... you can't try to tranlate it? i know it use to lose the rhym or the sense but.. :/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Matter-Eater Lad Posted August 25, 2005 Share Posted August 25, 2005 i didn't know you write poems mrcool :surprised: kl Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darlene_Ihnfsa Posted August 25, 2005 Share Posted August 25, 2005 well was hard to told it to my friends too... seems not all people like poetry so i didn't know... but one day they read some poems i had on my notebook accidentally and they liked it :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Matter-Eater Lad Posted August 25, 2005 Share Posted August 25, 2005 .. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darlene_Ihnfsa Posted August 25, 2005 Share Posted August 25, 2005 yes i noticied that. :/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Matter-Eater Lad Posted August 25, 2005 Share Posted August 25, 2005 lol oh well.... ive enjoyed reading all yalls poems! :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darlene_Ihnfsa Posted August 25, 2005 Share Posted August 25, 2005 well anyways you always can post them here :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Matter-Eater Lad Posted August 25, 2005 Share Posted August 25, 2005 of course! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gitta Rensolo Posted August 26, 2005 Share Posted August 26, 2005 Ok I post my friendship poem now,because I got time.I translate it into english so it doesn't sound that good but the sense is the same! The day when I wanted to say I like you I'm sitting look out of the window What do I see?Do I see ghosts? there is somebody coming straight to me this someone this is you your steps are getting faster and faster in my area it's getting brighter Shall I tell you something?I like you very much without you my world would be very empty now you are here I'm very happy we are standing there without saying a word we understand each other without saying a word between us there is no door you take my hand and say:Come with me! you know I follow you step by step you say:come on I'll show you the world! and immediately we are standing in a flowerfield there are flowers small and big you pick them and lay them on me knees a thistle is there too not only one there are two! But this thistle doesn't matter to us we put them away very fast now we continue our journey and we go to another place. dark and black is this place there should be hidden a treasure but we must find this treasure first we have to get over our worries you disengage now my hand and disappear behind a wall you are away I am alone which way is the right to go? I go on and am confused alone this way is very difficult. Now I scream:I need you so! and I'm standing in front of a hole. I'm wondering:What should I do? First I havbe to relax I close my eyes and think a bit after a while i am awake again. I'm looking up what do I see? I'm standing up and I'm surprised. Where the hole was is the way clear again. I'm saying to myself:Oh that's great. So I can can go on now. I'm going and going without an end The best would be if I would find you! I'm thinking about you and begin to cry I wish the sun would shine again I'm coming to a very big place what do I see it is the treasure! I'm running in your arms And I feel very warm The sun is shining it's getting bright we begin to run very very fast we continue our journey through the world and come again to the flowersfield! the flowers are still standing but the thistles are hidden in a hole. The flower are more now we look at each other and are very happy. But I see something I don't lioke to see it there is standing a black man in the distance he has got a basket in his hands and the thistles are appearing over the edge he bends down and begins to burrow I know he wants to have the thistles I want to flee very far away but you say:Don't be shocked! he comes fast and sometimes slow and there is nobody where he wasn't. He will reach us one day to And then it's our thistles turn. But this can be today or tomorrow Please,please don't worry. I'm looking up at the sky... ...and suddenly I get awake in front of me there is lying a pen and a sheet and I'm seeing my handwriting I wrote a poem How fast was time passing by? And suddenly a voice calls my name I'm standing up and stretch there is somebody coming straight to me and the somebody this is you! I know this is a beautiful day when I wanted to say that I like you But every day is suddenly over I'm sitting here and I'm very quiet I'm thinking about you right now trying to get my thoughts in control I'm thinking about this day when I wanted to say I like you!!! I think it sounds very bad now but the sense is the same.I hope you understand my metaphors... :lol: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darlene_Ihnfsa Posted August 26, 2005 Share Posted August 26, 2005 that's a very good one, i liked it. ;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gitta Rensolo Posted August 26, 2005 Share Posted August 26, 2005 Ah thank you....hope you feel better... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darlene_Ihnfsa Posted August 26, 2005 Share Posted August 26, 2005 well i do, thanks a lot. :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gitta Rensolo Posted August 26, 2005 Share Posted August 26, 2005 Ah that's good..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darlene_Ihnfsa Posted August 26, 2005 Share Posted August 26, 2005 thanks a lot. i really liked your poem a lot. :) it was a bit too long, but well i also write very long poems too :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gitta Rensolo Posted August 26, 2005 Share Posted August 26, 2005 i know that it's very long...I wrote it for my ex-best-friend...and then I gave it to my best friends now... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darlene_Ihnfsa Posted August 26, 2005 Share Posted August 26, 2005 so your ex-best friend never read it? i wrote a poem when i argued with a friend time ago and she read it accidentaly and didn't realized it was about her Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gitta Rensolo Posted August 26, 2005 Share Posted August 26, 2005 No my ex-best friend read it and some months later we were in trouble.That was last year and now I gave it to my best friends.I made a book for them with many of my poems... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darlene_Ihnfsa Posted August 26, 2005 Share Posted August 26, 2005 oh that's cool. :cool: i gave a poem to my teachers (a different one to each one of them) a year ago :) my friends only like love poems. :/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gitta Rensolo Posted August 26, 2005 Share Posted August 26, 2005 You gave poems to your teachers? I wrote once a poem for a very good friend of mine because she was so sad....she said as she read it she was crying.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darlene_Ihnfsa Posted August 26, 2005 Share Posted August 26, 2005 i did it, because most of them know i write poems and wanted to read some so i gave them one of each other, a personalized one about the year, about what they teached us. :D oh, when my friends read a poem of mine they never know if it's about them, anyways i don't want to tell them that if the poem is about them, i want to keep that secret yet, it'll be cooler if they read on a book that the poem is about them. don't you think? i hope they can read a book of my poems some day :D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gitta Rensolo Posted August 26, 2005 Share Posted August 26, 2005 Yes of course it's cooler.... My english teacher lets us always write poems when we come too late to our english lesson... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darlene_Ihnfsa Posted August 26, 2005 Share Posted August 26, 2005 oh that's cool. :D i wish my teachers do the same here. :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gitta Rensolo Posted August 26, 2005 Share Posted August 26, 2005 Sometimes I like it to come too late...then she gives us a topic and we have to write the poem...I always wrote fun poems.Once I had to write one because I had a chewing gum in my mouth,so my topic was chewing gum... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darlene_Ihnfsa Posted August 26, 2005 Share Posted August 26, 2005 that's cool from them. :D once i had to write a short poem in french hehe it was so fun but my teacher was so :stunned: about it, but i found it funny. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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