October 12, 200619 yr Mike, Byron & Janhaw - great poems, I love all of them. :) i find them very emotional... ^^
October 12, 200619 yr i've only written a few good ones, and my favorite is a short one i wrote a while back... Irony Irony is a black lying lifeless in the middle of the road
October 12, 200619 yr ^nice! short but nice! ^^thx eglantine! A new one... called Saved by you On the bridge I stood Over the fence I stared at the ground I just understood That I was attracted. And I crossed the fence I could feel the air, I glanced At the sky, at the ground, All those colors are melting all around. During my endless fall I heard the beatings of my heart I thought I lost all, I wasted all But I saw you, guiding me out of the dark. You're my parachute My light, my cure, The north I have to follow I feel love, I don't feel low.
October 12, 200619 yr Thx Will!!:) :) :blush: :blush: :blush: I found the french poems I wrote, 3 years ago. They're all untitled... So here there's Untitled 2 (Translation) Le ciel me rappele tes yeux (The sky reminds me your eyes) Par son bleu majestueux ( Because of its stately blue.) Le sable me fait penser à ta peau (The sand makes me think of your skin) Par ta douceur qu'il n'a pas. (By your softness he doesn't have. ) Les arbres sont ton coeur (The trees are your heart ) Comme ils font vivre la Terre. (Like they make Earth alive. ) Le noir représente tes peurs, (Black color stands for your fears ) Comme le bleu symbolise la mer. ( Like blue color symbolizes the sea ) Le soleil est ta chaleur ( The sun is your warmth ) Qui effaçait mes pleurs. (Which erased my tears. ) Cette vie que distillait la Terre, (This life Earth is giving) Tu la diffusais aussi, pour faire (You spread it as well to) Vivre tout un monde, qui (Make a world alive, which) Sous tant de haine, vit (Under so much hatry, lives) Un cauchemar, à chaque ( A nightmare, every) Rotation de la Terre. (Earth's rotation.)
October 13, 200619 yr Mike, very nice. I´m always saying - french is the best language for poetry writing (after german, hm). And yes. Do you always use rhyme? My point is, sometimes is the poem much better when is written without rhyme. Or, when you are using it, just try to write longer verses. The effect is - the poem is deeper. One more time, great Mike.
October 13, 200619 yr Mike, very nice. I´m always saying - french is the best language for poetry writing (after german, hm). And yes. Do you always use rhyme? My point is, sometimes is the poem much better when is written without rhyme. Or, when you are using it, just try to write longer verses. The effect is - the poem is deeper. One more time, great Mike. I try to use rhymes, yeah. And I think you're right. Sometimes it's better without rhyme. I don't really control what I write. I'm guided by my feelings... Nothing else matters... Thx anyway, for your advices. A new one...untitled as well... (translation) L'oeil de la nuit plane au dessus de nos têtes (The eye of the night flies above our heads) Dans les eaux profondes du lac, son visage se reflète, (In the deep water of the lake, its face refects) En une succession de vagues, etirant, (In a stream of waves, streching) Ce faciès rond, lumineux, eclairant (This round and bright face, lighting) Un ciel clair, gouverné par une nuée d'étoiles, (A clear sky, governed by a rush of stars) Regardant, un bateau mettre les voiles. (Looking at a boat, clearing off.) Ce bateau transporte une ame perdue (This boat carries a lost spirit) Vers une nappe de brouillard fendue (To a fog bank, splitted) D'un rayon de lumière ouvrant ce passage (With a ray of light, opening a gate) Vers ce monde inconnu, en tournant la page (To an unknown world, turning over a new page) De la vie de cette pauvre ame. (Of the poor spirit's life) Elle s'envole dans cette brume, comme (She flies away in this fog, like) Une étoile file dans le ciel, ce dome (A star, travelling through the sky, this dome) Qui l'emmene pour toujours (Which will take her forever.) Tu as emporté ta joie et ton amour (You kept your happiness and your love) Avec toi. Ces douleurs silencieuses, (With you. Those silent pains) Tout doucement, creusent (Very slowly, are digging) Dans l'ombre et la pénombre (In the shadow and in the half-light) L'endroit où est mon coeur: sa propre tombe. (The place where is my heart: its own grave.)
October 13, 200619 yr Wow...impressive. Well, Mike, your skepticism towards these French poems are definately unjustified =)
October 13, 200619 yr Here goes...who gets it, gets it :P FEELING we are alone not searching anymore it is over we stopped voices died away smile your look feeling feelings grumpy sounds light as thunderbolts silence peace happiness bullet of destiny moment still beating going and dissolving see you silence no feelings emptiness I am cold thousand years here feeling waking up watching you feelings it is over as thunderbolts smile your face tears smile farewell it is over thousand years I love you again dissolving after everything insecurity your hands dissolving together smile feelings
October 13, 200619 yr oh nice!! I reall like it... it looks random (as someone said, the one who gets the meaning of the poem is the author...) SOunds like a love story which ended... A last untitled, written in English... I fixed all the mistakes... lol There was one month you left me And I'd like to leave as well, you see My huge sadness, From the worst darkness. Would leaving be a good idea? I don't, my heart is aching It's bleeding like it never did. World starts to be meaningless All is going to be messed My whole life is only a memory, Something which never exists. All you gave me, All the love you sent to me When I was sad, alone And now, I need you, please... Why are you gone?
October 13, 200619 yr ^ it's a love story that ended...and then began...again. Glad you got it =) Anyhow, I really like your song...esp the atmosphere in it
October 14, 200619 yr Thx Miro. I really like the last one you posted.... And now, one of the longest I've written... about Love... A special, desirable, great, extraordinary Love... but impossible...oh if you could hear me, my Love... it would be great... I'll love you... always Those who already read it know about who I'm talking... It's called Give me love Come here! Oh baby! I need you, I want you, I'd like to Be with you. And you see My weakness. Then you guess, You're my sea, My sun, my delight. My skin shivers and I fly. You get me, So slightly. And I'm melting, Hearing you whispering. I can't do anything, I can't even carry on breathing. You're controlling me, You cure all my pains, You give me strength Running through my veins. Our lips meet, love and passion Swipe away all my questions You keep me in your arms And you give me your warmth. But, my love, you know I can't get enough, honey So, you push me on the bed. I can feel your blow Like a southern wind, It keeps my heart burning. Your whispers are softly Coming to my ears These moans, These exciting sounds. You give me love. You were on the road, I was above You stopped there And you took me somewhere You love me, I can feel this rush Oh, my love, you give me so much. All is so silent now, I just hear The sounds of your sweet kisses They drive me to a sweet madness And I let my head, pillowing on your chest I feel the beatings of your heart, Hammering like does mine. You'll stay forever in my mind.
October 15, 200619 yr Wow Mike.. very impressive.. @ Miro ; I didn't know you could write beautiful poems!!
October 15, 200619 yr Give Me Love I can imagine the scene you're talking about.... :sneaky: Really kinky.
October 16, 200619 yr :sneaky: :sneaky: :sneaky: oh yeah, you can Iris! we talked about this so much time... lol:P :sneaky:
October 16, 200619 yr Another poem, just over... Called You... I'll hold your body soon I'll make you croon, Softly, learning your secrets In my hands will rest your head. Picking slightly your heart's strings, Each note I'll make you sing. I couldn't do anything, you get me. We'll become one, you and me. Honey, keep my heart through the dark Just give me a wild spark. Tell me you'll be my light, Whisper me you'll be my delight. Your skin will be my sea, Where I'll travel, I'll float upon. Please, don't tell me you're gone. Those three words I'd like to hear Write them with my blood, Let them shinning under this gold, This quiet and peaceful morning sun.
October 16, 200619 yr :sneaky: :sneaky: :sneaky: oh yeah' date=' you can Iris! we talked about this so much time... lol:P :sneaky:[/quote'] haha, don't remind me about those conversations Mike... *so much perversion in them* They went too far, don't you think? :laugh4: :sneaky: <naah, I'm only joking. Actually I know you could get inspired by them :lol:>
October 18, 200619 yr Life The walk is better when you fall It hurts But you are human when you have felt it all Emotions You walk, you fall and you stand up again Called the circle of life what do you think of it? :)
October 18, 200619 yr Elsje - I like it a lot. It's short but sweet and it calms me as it says that for everything bad that happens, there's a good thing that follows. And, it has reminded on one of my poems that i posted on my space... Ambivalent From laughter to weep From light to shadow From hope to despair From a smile to a tear From day to night I keep thinking of him
October 18, 200619 yr Life The walk is better when you fall It hurts But you are human when you have felt it all Emotions You walk, you fall and you stand up again Called the circle of life what do you think of it? :)nice poem, elsje:D
October 19, 200619 yr Very nice poems girls!!!:) ^^ & ^^^ My last one, called... Last! My heart beats faster and faster I'd like to open my eyes It hurts, it doesn't get better, So much pain, I'm paralyzed. Nothing's right, all is getting worth A steel blade in my chest, Love is gone, first. My body will come back to dust. I feel a strong fever, My blood is like a river Writting my pains on the ground And spreading it all around. Each beating is heavier Each of my motions becomes so slow. My hands just start to glow It doesn't get better. Taking a last deep breath of life My chest rises and falls for the last time I succeed in throwing away this knife But it's too late: tears would be my last smile.
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