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.
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.
Here is one I did for a challenge (which was proposed by Eden-Joy):
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…
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.'
Quand tu me fais sourire
Le sourire est authentique
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
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