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i have to translat it 2 Eg :konw that the outward from passes a way
but the word of reality remains for ever
how long will you play at loving the shape of the jug?
leave the jug;GO'Seek water!
in farc:
sorate zaher fana gardad bdan
alam mani bmanad javedan
chand bazi eshgh ba naghshe saboo
bogzar naghshe saboo ro abe jo
She ask me how much u hav loveI said is there any count of stars
She said me which thing u like most
I said one evening which is borrow on u
A lamp which I lighted at the entrance of my heartJust because of this possibility that u will come
I don’t even breath while thinking u
Because think abt u is mor important for me
You even look more better when your angry
That’s why I am not appeasing u
tks syed that was so wanderfull.
She is the book of my lifeShe is answer of my each question
I will read her whole life
She is the syllabus of my life
My every prayer is for her
She is the reward of my prayers
I remain engage in her whole day
She is dream of my every night
What would I write more on her?
She looks everything in my life
When nights are long & friends are few… I sit by my window & thin of YOU. A silent whisper & a silent tear… deep from my heart I wish YOU here.
True Love Grows In The Middle Of Your Soul, When Love Goes Your Soul Will Leave
What is the sorrow and wht is the happinessi don;t know
Is she mine or stranger i don't know
without who i can't spend a single moment
How this life will spend i don't know
FRom the lonliness of this nightFrom the depth of this pain
The heart is saying something
It sacrificing its own existence
Try to understand the pickle of cold winds
someone is still remembering you
If this is the reward of love then it does not matterIf this pain is given by my own people then it does not matter
It will be a big pleasure for me if she is watching from the bank of river
If i am drawnig into the river then it does not matter
This is my new poem written yesterday and i think u all people will like it
"A friend is someone who walks in when the whole world has walked out."
يه دوست، فردي هست که آهنگ قلبت رو مي دونه و مي تونه وقتي تو کلمات رو فراموش مي کني اونا رو واسه ات بخونه
yeah SEYED tha's right
EVERYTHING IS THERE U LOOKS TOO NEARI WENT HERE THERE BUT NOT FIND ANY DEAR
WHT IS LOOKING BEHIND ME I M NEAR YR EAR
JUST IMAGINE ME WHEN YR EYES WET WITH TEARS
I THINK SYED SHE IS FEELING TOO MUCH FEAR
I SHOULD GO THERE OTHERWISE SHE LOST FOR YEARS
LOVE IS TOO SWEET IF IT IS WITH SOULTHE REASON WHY BODY ATTRACTS ITS SOUL
EVERY LOVE ENDS IN FEW WORDS LIKE SOUL
THE PERSON WHICH DOES NOT LOVE WITH SOUL"
IN THE WORLD OF SPRITUALITY He IS AN OWEL
THATS MY TOO OLD POEM WHEN I ATTEND THE CLASSES OF SPRITUALITY AND I THINK THIS ENHANCES U TOWARDS THE LIFE UPCOMING TO U
What is tomorrow?Tomorrow seems to ne
A mystery,
For the next day,
Tomorrow becomes today.
My dear, I find your poems sweet, though I be a stranger. you have such brilliant lines.
Like honey, like red-velvet wine.
So clean, like newly washed hair,
like the sky awashed in clean morning air.
So light
like the light at the top of the stairs.
Oh, may I be a friend, for I find your words sweet.
Like the last morsel of rice,
when there's nothing left to eat.
Like honey, like red-velvet wine.
So clean, like newly washed hair,
like the sky awashed in clean morning air.
So light
like the light at the top of the stairs.
Oh, may I be a friend, for I find your words sweet.
Like the last morsel of rice,
when there's nothing left to eat.
hi guys & chiks.....tks alot ur poem is so nice ...go on we want to read more.....i praise all of ur poems...
to always be throuthful,trustworthy & fairto always be open & willin to share
to show my compassion with a listening ear
to eras any doubt that i'm truly sincere
this i promiss u...
to stand by u unbending,no matter the cost
to lift up ur hopes when ur feeling lost
to understand ur pain when ur tears overeflow
to give u my strength when ur heart,s filled with woe
this i promiss u...
to never hold back,sharin all of my dreams
to express my own sorrows,thought difficult it seems
to never lost sight of what we both hold so dear
to know what honesty between us,we've nothing to fear
this i promiss u...
to be willin to risk,throwing coution to wind
to know with u by my side,we will always trancerd
to rich for the stars whene our dreams are abound
to pray the flight of our vesion with never tought ground
this i promiss u...
to know the depth of ur love has reached my soul
to know u,ve captured my heart,it was destiny's goal
to show divosion to u as a promise for all time
to see ur future befor us as a life time....sublime!
tis i vow to u...
(Dee)
UndisturbedGrowth from soil.
Love from thoughts.
Life runs through.
A face, faces, a face facing gripping days
even with vacation space.
The cool water calling for a touch..
Green fields.
Freedoms that cannot be held to one place.
Reflections of one’s eyes within a broken mirror.
Now.
Black out with a broken record, spinning and spinning.
Around and around we go.
Great dancing kites making love in a pitch blue sky.
Favorite run down Venice, California pub.
Three glasses with just ice.
She is on her fourth drink.
Bleak smile, but real all the same.
Day dreams of Hope Sandoval’s poetry.
The sounds of a “Red Hot” bass line.
Echoes of laugher.
Smile of a child playing in the sand.
Fisherman working with a tangled line.
An untiring sun.
Waves pushing the edge limit.
Finally undisturbed
(For N.)
Longing is a dream, elaborate and sweet
a dream of the first real snow of winter,
'neath a lamp post, holding a hand.
It gnaws at you, like the frigid wind
holding the strings of your kite. It throbs.
You breathe in the sky, the snow
melting in your mouth, in your skin.
You open your eyes; it is gone.
Beyond the clouds, blinded by sun.
Longing is a dream, elaborate and sweet
a dream of the first real snow of winter,
'neath a lamp post, holding a hand.
It gnaws at you, like the frigid wind
holding the strings of your kite. It throbs.
You breathe in the sky, the snow
melting in your mouth, in your skin.
You open your eyes; it is gone.
Beyond the clouds, blinded by sun.
Before the sun shine see the skysomething is going behind the sky
Morning is coming with new horizons
The last day is going repenting
Because the world is round it turns me on
Because the world is round
Because the wind is high
it blows my mind
Because the wind is high
Love is old, love is new
Love is all, love is you
Because the sky is blue
it makes me cry
Because the sky is blue
The Beatles, Because
Download: http://joyce1.multiply.com/music/item...
In the memory of sucide attack in my city karachiI want peace in this city of mine
I want every thing to be just fine
Let there not be fighting dear GOD
Let there only be friendship my LOrd
Happy faces around me I want to see
A happy boy i want to be
Please let my dream come true
with love around me i will never be blue
Reads like a beautiful heartfelt prayer. Thank you for sharing.
Great poem. Really enjoyed the succession of diverse images linked by theme and a quiet sense of urgency throughout.
Delicate and poignant lines with exquisite imagery and deep emotion. Enjoyed reading them very much.
i don't think my poem is good or anything but i'm kinda frustrated with life right now so i just wrote some crap. haha..>>Life
life, it isn't what we dreamt of.
when i look into the sky and search for the stars
only darkness greet me
and nothing more.
what does one do ,when their love deceives them?
only to find their heart broken
as you fall to the ground, pieces of it, shattered
and you cry for a remedy, and receives no answer
unjustice and lies, they all come in pairs
for they ruin your life, make you despair
you did nothing wrong, yet suffer in pain
thats life if you're wondering, don't ever believe in it
many have hoped, for a miracle, for an answer
and thousands have cried in pain and suffer
no one hears them calling because no one cares
wouldn't your life shatter, if you're one of them?
does anyone know the meaning of life?
the answer lies in everyone of us, that we don't want to face
the horrible dark truth that no one seeks
everyone just wants to hear a lie that sounds sweeter
for someone special ..When your pain stay with me
A sea of tears took out from my eyes
Her talks look like a fragnance to me
As a flower bloom into a far desert
The symbol of my friend is very simple
That she make angry to every person ..............,
There is no reason of her love at all
The thing is only she do wrong with me
when autumn comes she will come back syed
she will meet in spring very rarerly..........,
I am the Beggar.Appalled people passing by
Stared at me in horror
As I quickly stopped and knelt,
And puzzled at his squalor.
That proud face, those proud hands,
Epitome of honour,
Sat crumpled on the cold cement
Broken by his colour.
The vastly green grass grazing fields,
His cattle there he kept,
Traces of pride etched in his frown
But back and shoulders bent.
His sad brown eyes glanced up at me,
And in their depth I saw,
Not this creased wreck right here,
But a mighty warrior of war.
And in my shame I looked away,
He did not say a word,
To recompense my race I held it out
He took the loaf of bread,
For that brief moment we were the same,
Our hands, our eyes, our souls,
Except that he was golden-tanned
And I was just plain gold.
IT was the night of last dayLonliness and yr memory was with me
Moon asked me who is that
I said no one is with me
He asked how is yr life
I said nothing especial
He asked then wht you want
I said there is no hope
He asked did you love someone
I said i did not remember
He asked did you have decieved
I said nothing happen like this
He asked then i say something
I said i don't have objection
He said then you have also loved
And now she is not with you
Have you ever watched kidsOn a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done!
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
hi my dear freind....tks alot b.c of your BUT poets....tehey are so wonderfull...
keep your palm infront of you so all tears fell in your palm
That tears which stop at your lips
understand that will be me
when you saw moon on the sky
Then you will smile at that'
And if there will come cloud
understand that will be me
if cool breeze start blowing
plz keep your eyes close
The layer of breeze most cooler
Understnad that will be me
if you miss me too much
Then weep till your heart
If some hazerds come in your throat
Understand that will be me
If u want to forget me
Perhaps you will forget me
But when breath comes
Understand that will be me
oh.........seyed....it's raw my sens...tks BUT
it's/too/too/late/but/so/so/earlyoh/my/gosh
oh/my/gosh
i/have/so/much/to/do
i/cannot/rest
until/it's/done
i/have/so/much
so/much/to/do
i/should/get/it
all/done/lickety/split
i/vacuumed/and/dusted
that/took/ten/minutes
i/did/dishes/and
mopped/the/floor
in/five/minutes/flat
i/cleaned/the/bathroom
tub/sink/and/stool
i/did/that/in/fifteen
there/must/be/something
more/to/do
i/cannot/believe
i/cannot/find/more/to/do
of/course/i/can
make/it/up/silly
i/work/and/work
and/work/all/day
it's/time/to/go
to/bed
i/hit/the/pillow
and/my/eyes/open/wide
it's/too/too/late/
but/so/so/early
i/cannot/get/to/sleep
i/don't/know/what
is/wrong
this/has/happened
three/days/straight
it's/too/too/late
but/so/so/early
i/just/cannot
calm/down
I Hear Them AgainI hear them again.
They are talking about me.
What are they saying about me?
I know it is objectionable
whatever it may be.
Oh!Oh! They want to get me evicted.
They are talking about how to do it.
They are articulating what they will do.
They are going to talk to the landlady.
I am dead.
I am out of here.
They will find something to get me ousted.
What's that?
They want to get rid of my cat.
They have contacted animal control.
I am going to lose her.
I know I am.
Here comes animal control now.
They are going to confiscate my cat.
I can't bear to lose her.
Now what is it?
Oh my God,
they are going to exterminate me.
What can I do?
I truly do not want to be annihilated.
I will call the police.
The police tell me there is nothing.
They are going to shoot me.
My case manager and therapist
maintain I'm having delusions.
I'll give them delusions.
How can they declare I'm having delusions.
It's real, I tell you.
It's real!
I know it's real,
and no one can tell me otherwise.
There is a hole in the ceiling
of my bathroom. Oh no!
They are spying on me.
I just know it.
They want to see me naked.
How can I bear such behavior?
They put up a vent
where the hole was.
They vent and rant and rave
about me, I am sure.
There is no one else here
for them to talk about but me.
They are going to drown me,
I know they are.
I sit under the shower head.
Wait a minute.
A head has a brain.
It's going to drown me.
I have to get out now.
They are going to kill me
with poisonous gas.
It is only meant for me.
It won't affect anyone else.
I better make a gas mask quick
before I get asphyxiated.
This can't go on.
They can't go on.
It just gets worse and worse.
Sometimes I feel just like
I ought to be dead.
Cat
African PictureShattered minds
go off in all directions.
They can't seem to stay together.
How confusing it must be.
She goes to look in the mirror
and she sees three people there.
She sees a seven year-old boy,
a twenty-two year-old girl,
and her fifty year-old self.
She wishes that the two young ones would
go away so she could lead a life of
recovery instead of this tortured life
that she now leads.
But wait. What is that on top of her head?
It is bright and brilliant.
Does this mean there is hope for a full recovery?
Of course it does. "I CAN recover!
I CAN recover! I CAN get rid of these two
souls who are tormenting me.", said the lady.
And with that she started her recovery.
She got rid of the two souls that
she had been lugging around most of her life.
With hard work, she did recover.
Cafe' Cry Babies
There is a round table at a cafe'
which has a green tablecloth
with red stripes forming squares.
There are six wooden chairs
to go with the table.
There are six mothers
who brought their infants along,
but the infants were unruly.
The six mothers sit in the chairs
that belong to the round table.
The infants scream and cry.
The mothers try to stop all the fuss.
The infants are continuing
to make noise, against their mothers
wishes. The mothers try feeding them,
burping them, stroking them, and
nothing helps.
The infants are crying and screaming
because they are in great pain. They
have a fifty percent chance of
living through this.
Some of them are not only
screaming, crying and in pain.
They are also malformed.
The reason for all of this?
The mothers were on crack cocaine.
Another Day, Another Year
bing, BanG, BOOOMMM!!
These are the sounds for today.
Red, white, blue
bursting from the sky
in all shapes, and sizes.
Patriotic songs played in the distance
humming their instruments proudly.
Celebrities singing their best
of the patriotic songs
available to them.
There is such loudness tonight
from the white balls in the sky.
Can I sleep with all this noise?
I think not.
Flags are waving
as we celebrate the day.
They are all over
in decoration for this day.
After this day
we tear, fray,
keep it out in the rain,
let it touch the ground,
trample on it,
and burn it.
Here comes another year
on the fourth of July
when we watch the sky
and pretend we care.
Hi Cat, Ican see your newness to writing poetry.The style or voice will catch-up with your muse. Style in contemporary poetry is free verse. I really didn't like this for the longest time but am resolved to it's form. This poem has everything a poet aspires to write. It's novel approach oozes empathy. I really really like the content. Experiment with styles let the form say something as well. I don't mean run the words up and down the page in some form. Write it the way it comes to you or speaks to ypu. It's like body language for a poem. These are devices which satisfy the readers appetite. I will look forward to hearing your voice in future. A.Rhubarb
Can I or Can't I?
All of my life I have
been a negative creature,
the one with the half-empty glass.
Any time I want to do anything,
I almost always fail. You see
I bring on this total incompetence
by saying I can't, so I don't.
I have regularly accused Papa
for my misfortune with money
he made it flow from a money jar
into my hands when I wanted it.
When he died, I went into a
financial breakdown. I wound
up in a psychiatric establishment,
because I was stressed about money.
I told myself I couldn't
handle my finances, and I didn't.
I have a hard time dealing
with life and my fears.
I don't understand why I always
end up so dissatisfied with life.
It's something I have to live with.
I've once again readied
myself for collapse. I say I
can't manage my horrors,
which happened to worsen my fears.
I set myself up for ruin
every time that I say I can't,
because when I say that,
I almost never do.
All of a sudden
I understood what
everyone tried to tell me.
If I can't, I won't, but
if I can, I will.
It's just that simple.
Now everyone is telling me
it's not that uncomplicated.
Every time you say can, you might not,
and every time you say can't, you may,
but the large majority of the time
can't means won't, and can means will.
In the long run,
if you want to succeed,
you can't be a pessimist.
In order to advance in life,
you must be an optimist.
I am now endeavoring to see
the cup as half-full, but
I am having difficulty,
because I never knew
to think that way.
But if I want to win the fight,
I have to think I can.
There is more than half a chance
that I will usually thrive.
"I think I can! I think I can!
I think I have a plan!"
I'll say I can with every breath
and assume that I am going to.
I CAN face my worst nightmares.
I CAN manage my finances.
I CAN handle my friends and family.
I CAN become the writer I have
always wanted to be.
I CAN recover from mental illness.
I am now facing my apparitions,
and I am succeeding.
I am now managing my money
and am right with the bank.
I am standing up for myself
on a regular basis.
I am writing poems and novels.
I am coming closer and closer
to recovering.
It does work! It really does!
All of those people were right.
I don't believe how long I
laid in misery
when all I had to do was fight.
Cat
This is something totally different than I have done before, so I would like good, solid feedback on this one in particular. Thank you in advance.Foothills in the Rockies
I awake and look outside.
I stand aghast at the
rising of the sun.
Nature is giving quite a show.
The colors are brilliant.
There are reds, oranges,
yellows, pinks, blues,
and purples riding in
the highway to the sky.
The mountaintops are beautiful.
I couldn't ask for a better picture.
From a distance, they look
like a series of peaks and valleys.
The peaks are pointing upwards
while the valleys are pointing down.
They really do appear to be purple.
They are snow-capped, which they
are pretty much all of the time.
As we head grocery shopping,
the car gets closer and
nearer to the mountains.
The ride is a crap shoot
whether you will come back alive.
It whirls and twirls like girls
throwing a baton.
The thoroughfare also undulated
like a roller coaster.
Some guy is passing us on the
path at a much too dangerous speed.
The greenery is beautiful the
closer we get to the alps,
the nearer we get to the foliage
of the slopes. The aroma will
take your breath away.
The odor of pines is all over
the eminence of the acclivity
of the peaks. They look like
fur trees (pines). They have green
pine needles all over them.
They also have a lot of
pine cones in addition.
As we head back to the house,
there is the sun going down.
Once again there are a multitude
of spectacular colors.
There were blues, purples,
grays, pinks, oranges, and reds.
They form a swirling motion
much like stirring
the dough for cookies.
We returned home safe and sound.
I did what I have been
trying to do all day: respire.
It is hard to inhale,
and as much as I try,
I never find a good breath of air.
I loved seeing my sister.
It was really a blast,
but I'd rather breathe than stay.
Cat
hiiiiiiiii tks from:Catamorandi
and
A.rhubarb
your poets was wonderfull we can't choose one or 2 of them all is nice GO ON WE READ YOUR HEART MASSAGE...
Wow hi. I am very impressed that you can write poetry in English. And you are so young to feel such thoughts as I can feel from your poems.The first poem about the water. Idon't know if it is a cultural reference, but it is so new to me. The water forming to the jug as form is brilliant.
I looked quickly over your E-mail poem and will reply. You live in Iran. I live in Canada. I have 2 boys, aged 22 and soon 25.My wife and I have been together for over 35 years, since high school. I need to go now , but stay in touch. Go to www.Gaia.com and check it out. I am there for poetry, but there is lots more. Go and have fun, meet friends. Alex
Hi Cat. I read your poem on the mountains. It is full of good descriptions. Try to dress-up some of the images ie. pine cones are a nice image so use it more effectively allow us to unpack images, don't tell us everything let us imagine along with you.
A old poem, written in the 80's(Untitled)People suffering for the right
to exhibit free will
keeping to the shadows
living well-living hell
smoke it to the filter
when I'm feeling like a winner
after all I get real low
and sometimes I want to go
living hell-living well
so long as I'm around
to stand my ground or run
with all I own and all I owe
I'll keep it going
living hell-living well
Hi Cat . This is a good poem Condense it some. Join parts together. It will be easier to read. You will make an excellent poet if you continue growing.
Another good poem I think you really work at your poems. It shows with a poem like this.
With rising sun and earthly habits
new day does arrive
to put our brains
into a state of mind
like getting up
and shut the door
like satisfying hunger
new day finds us
closer to each other
#2
Winter's back
it slipped in
through a crack
in the door
hi parastooonly for u & thanks
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