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The language of poetry

Here you can come and post poetry you've either write yourself or some poetry you've read, all are welcome. except those who are jerks.

January 23, 2018



les roses sont rouges, les violettes sont bleues, j'apprends le français et toi aussi, aussi :) Roses are red, violets are blue, im learning french and so are you too :) I made this btw :)


Haha, your post made my day! I remember a year ago, I wanted to test my French, so I tried to translate the "Roses are red..." poem, and I got everything except I forgot one word: sweet. I was so annoyed, but I was happy I got most of it. :-)


I try to hide from love Because I was taught at a young age If you love something or someone The universe takes it away I learned this when my father left Then I learned it again when I was taken from my mom And the only home I could remember From that point on my heart was made of stone And I faked being happy for my little brothers and sister I use all the strength I have to not break down in front of them I hated the world, the universe even I was cold and bitter Then I met you You smiled at me And suddenly Everything was beautiful ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------I wrote this a while back. I've always thought that writing down what I feel would always make me feel better. I was taken from my family at a young age and put into foster care for most of my life. while in foster care I was beaten, abused, and starved. Now I've been adopted for almost 2 years by a wonderful family and I've been reunited with my 3 younger brothers and sister.


Hello JesslynSan1. Thank you for accepting me as a friend. I'm glad you are happy now and so sad that you have suffered so much before. I have lived with a woman that had suffered the same as you. Be proud of yourself. I wish you the best.


Thank you giving a very flashy bow I'm sorry you had to go through something that bad. At least when I say " I understand." you can believe me.


Here is one I did for a challenge (which was proposed by Eden-Joy):

L’incendie luisant

Il heurte ma coeur,

tout de suite

C’est l’incendie qui détruit le mal

Et il lève ma innocence

--- Au lieu de provoquer ma méchanceté.

English translation (not literal):

The glistening fire

That strikes my heart,


Is the fire that tarnishes evil

And reaps up my innocence

-- Rather than igniting my spite.

Here is another that I made awhile back, which was reposted on a user's blog:

Mon beau chevalier de divine loyauté

Drapé dans la cape de force

Mais, son esprit touché par l'impureté

Transforma le chant de guerre en une complainte…

English translation:

My beautiful knight of divine loyalty

Wrapped one in the cloak of might

But, his mind was touched with impurity

Reversing the battle song to a lament...



'Twas brillig, and the silthy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe, All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgabe.

Beware the Jabberwok, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought- So rested he by the Tumtum tree and stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwok, with eyes of flame Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with it's head He went galumphing back.

'And hast thou slain the Jabberwok? Come to my arms,my beamish boy! Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the silthy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe, All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgabe.'


oh that is lovely, génial, incroyable, merveilleux!


haha, merci beaucoup. It is from Alice through the Looking Glass


Quand tu me fais sourire

Le sourire est authentique

Pas faux

Non, ce n'est pas serré sur mon visage

Il n'est pas non plus hors de propos

Le sourire que vous voyez est en fait fait de joie et d'amour

Tous les autres sourires que je donne aux gens sont aussi faux qu'une poupée

Mais ressens-tu cette joie de me voir

Sentez le bonheur couler dans votre peau,

et comme il s'enfonce lentement dans ton coeur

Pensez-vous à vous-même

Que c'est le vrai genre d'amour

Ou est-ce que tu me méprises quand je suis là?

Détestez-vous le sol sur lequel je marche?

Souhaitez-vous que je ne sois jamais né

Ou quand tu vois mon sourire

Vous pensez à moi comme un enfant désemparé

Parce que je ne suis pas un enfant

J'ai perdu l'innocence d'être un enfant il y a longtemps

Mais quand je te vois

Je sens la joie, le vertige d'être un enfant une fois de plus

English: When you make me smile

The smile is genuine

Not fake

No it’s not tightly pulled across my face

Nor is it out of place

The smile you see is actually made of joy, and love

All the other smiles I give to people are as fake as a doll’s

But do you feel that joy from seeing me

Do feel the happiness sink into your skin,

and as it slowly sinks into your heart

Do you think to yourself

That this is the real kind of love

Or do you despise me when I am around

Do you hate the ground I walk on

Do you wish I was never born

Or when you see my smile

You think of me as a clueless child

Because I am no child

I lost the innocence to be a child along time ago

But when I see you

I feel the joy, the giddiness of being a child once more



Tears falling down

Screams all around

Is it me or is the ground

Opening beneath us

Please do not make me cuss

Drunk drivers hit street walkers

And I think ‘where's God in all of this?’

Someone shoots a gun,

missed me by a inch

Suddenly I feel a pinch

Here comes the creepy crawlies

People are dying in stolen ferraris

People begging for another chance

Reapers making us do the death dance

People pray to God to come

But I know what is done, is done

I know we’ll never see the sun

I pray for death to come

The demon has taken our home

Everything’s on fire

People killing with this cruel desire

Finally, I feel the coolness of death

In my heart and soul

The Serien Darkness takes the pain away

That's when I know I’ll be ok

sorry it's kind of morbid XC


you must have put a lot of thought into that poem. Good job!


Your poem made my day! Thank you!


Thank you, your very kind. quel âge avez-vous?


I'm 14 years old, but I'm turning 15 in April.


i'm 15, my birthday was january 13.


cool! Are you in high school?


No, I got held back when I was in 1st grade because I had educational needs.


cool, I'm a freshman in high school


where do you go to school?


I go to a school in indy, it's called St. Thomas Aquinas.


that's really far away from where I go to school. I go to a school in Granada Hills called iGranada Digital Arts And Sciences


Hey, how about I give you my email, and we could talk to each other that way? its jsantucci@staindy.org it's just a like gmail but with staindy instead of gmail


oh, so you live in california? How's the weather there? It's all ice down here.


yeah, I do live in California. It's nice except for the wind right now, it's 58 F.


it that your school email?


hey JesslynSan1, is that your school email?


yeah, it is sorry it took me so long to reply. I was sleeping XD


It's getting serious

Make a ❤❤❤❤❤ delirious

Bitches on my dick 'cause a boy so mysterious

That's a mystery

Thots makin' history

Wrist keep spinnin' like a ❤❤❤❤❤❤' rotisserie

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