Thảo luận trong 'Giao lưu Ngoại Ngữ' bắt đầu bởi logean, 8/12/07.
*skips any retard*
pls, in your mindless rambling, stop and think for a while wiwi, there are times and there places for your puerile chatters and this isn't one of them
there are still more to this box than topics filled with 3-word posts and i thank whoever it is that i should be thanking for that
*skips any nonsense rambling*
As when I'm walking, on my sane road
Sunlight falls to the wings of crows
Dark is the morning and the day is cold
Traces of warmth,bright heart with a sorrow.
This morning was faking boring,and this poems come from nowhere in my head.%^&%&^
Beautiful,the heaven blooms
It's as charming as its mom
It knows nothing but its gay-form
That's why it'll meet its doom
Yet another new poem.Lol lol lol.I don't think it's good.Rotf rotf rotf.But well,I've spent a morning to make this shat.
On a dark sunshine
We ride towards the fight
We bring the pains of our side
Who's fallen for thousand night
They've gone forevermore
We shall fight for the horde
Camaraderies,be with our sword
Together,we protect this land...
...And our highlord!
Darkness sprouts more and more
O mighty god,heed my call
Please bless this land...And our highlord!
The faith is on our side
Through fire and blood
Shall honour arise
We're blessed in our days
We laugh and fight in bright
For the light!
*Boredom is a solitary joy...working out for a proper title*
[You feel a breeze ruffling your hair
Drawing soft wings behind your back
Wings that can never fly
Snuggling in your shell and your eyes close in total dark blue
Gazing out the window, the city sinks in a grey-white shadow
The streets become so narrow as you know where they shall end
Like the lonely coarse wall behind the pane of troubled glasss
People crossing past, greetings each other with chatters and laughters
Sounds mix together and have turned to be meaningless
Dance and blend the colours of life
Limpid and vivid, darkening your grief.
You feel a breeze caressing over your skin
The veil of your hair is winged behind your back
So heavy, as you want to forsake this body
or your wings can never fly
do you want to go ?
...simply to escape ?
An outsider, a loner
You know you are misplaced in your very own world...
Have you ever tried spending a while
Raising upward the soaring, soaring sky
Have you ever walked to the end of the streets
where you may find your path leading to another
Your world is small, but you can never capture this whole world so broad
Everywhere you can greet strangers with a tender smile
Amongst the noises, find a voice you know well
or an old song that was once forgotten, once loved
Someday, the heaven that you cannot reach
will breath into you with the fragrance of edenic flowers
The last remains of the Sun can still golden the scene
of a bridge over the ocean, bathing in crepuscule wind
The chimes of clock's bell will brake through the silence
Sweetening the black Ceylon, having a bitter of chocolate cake
Forbidden fruits, for your own's sake
Try a bite
Someday, gentle arms shall be offered
Embracing you through the cold moonless night
Though you can never fly
As long as someone desires to keep you beside
For once and ever
For once and ever
Though you can never fly
Sometimes, may you hide from the light
Lulled in the darkness, your grief, your burden...
Forgotten in dusk
Still, when you feel a cool breeze
You long to be so carefree
Minding no sorrow, knowing no death
Exists and vanishes into the depths of hollow
Also, you realise the truth about living creatures
those can hardly suffer loneliness
You know, and you accept
to fall asleep in eternal harmony
~Dedicated to my greatest teachers:
Mr.Greg Friend, Mrs. Leonie Brewer
and the British man I may never meet again
One more, to the dearest friend that I've never seen in life
Moley-kun, also in this site
*skips anything longer than 3 lines*
For my future daughter...Well,as a wish...
For my dear daughter
Dear little,are you my cotter
The light of my night,the sun of winter?
Now I daringly ask,are you a
Masterpiece of clumsy writer
You'll appear with a fragile window
Black stream,and drowning rose
Blazing heart,when the will is cold
Cherry smile,with no sorrow
I won't let you touch the sky
Nor let you freely fly
But let you into its minds
Teach you how to live,not the life
Have you prepared,my little moonshine?
I'm ready to be on your tide
To light the torch and lead you through long night
Until you find your delight
...My little daughter.In the day you're born,I'll pray for your future. Even if I have to spend all my will,my mind,my treasure or my mortal body fon it,I'll be happy to do so...
Re-re-reopened a poetry thread for anyone who's into this marvelous art
"A poet looks at the world somewhat as a man looks at a woman" Wallace Stevens Opus Posthumous (1955) "Adagia"
Favourite material: melancholy, pessimism, betrayals, sins and dying unrequited love.
Inspiration: melodramatic mangas, Nightwish, ballads and booze. Of course, not to mention my Long Lost Love.
A dream of tomorrow
Lay down to sleep, no one beside
An emptiness refills tonight
Will tomorrow be, like my dream?
Of a dark field can turn ever green
As sorrow shall fade away in the light
Or will I die, still alone in this fight?
An hour was short, yet extended
The sadness I tried to hold, so condensed
A dirge I heard, composed by my heart
About my dream of tomorrow, the end of sorrow
The children will be fed, I pray
And the strays have found their place to stay
Love will be resurrected, from the grave
To give this world hope, one more day
Yours is here
should you merge it for me or just leave this thread be ... temporary ?
Can't you just simplify it into a less-than-6-lines-one
the exit is over there, thanks for coming :)
Really like the idea, keep it up, kay? ::)
You know, we could do that. But there's something here that no one could simplify anymore anyhow, your brain ::)
Damn... i've merged at least 3 of your topics
and the rule for this thread has been posted on the 1st page, anyone who's interested in putting down some words from your soul pls at least take a look at it.
One of my latest work, as you have known my poem is usually an embodiment of melancholy, as it fuels my inspiration.
I’m praying for the unlock
Of the door that no one knock
I’m praying for someone to come
Because my heart is so lonesome
Thus it’s uncertain
To my room it’s so small
That nobody is proud to show
Please open that dusted door
Take me out from this dark place to the shore
For many times I tried
But no one was with me to fight
Now I’m waiting for somebody
That may also feel lonely
I’m living on the prayer
I’m desperate to be saved
By a gentle kiss on my teary cheeks
To bring the light I always seek
Someone to share with me the song
Before my weary breath will soon be gone
Yay! Finally we have a place exclusively for literature!
Let's see...Melancholy, eh? Here's one! It's actually a song which I wrote long ago. I was and am still not very good at playing with words and uncertain about their rules, but anyway...From one of my moments of despair...
SONG OF AGONY
Whirling now in my head
My distant memories
Of a time we once had
Of the days we used to spend.
Feeling cold within my heart
Darkness grows within my soul
In this game we call life
It's filled with pain and with lies
Everything began to change
When I stepped into this mess.
The present's by my side
The past is all behind
Is my future still alive?
Or it's faded into the night?
Born in hate and agony
Growing in sins and in fear
What I've seen all this time
What I've felt are all the same
A huge wall 'round my heart
When will it return to dust?
Now the world I know about
Feels like spinning all around
Hear this great melancholy
Hear this song of agony.
One can't ask to forever rest
Without giving what of the dearest
And will it be peace in the end ?
Or just the lament of agony and pain ?
But rest assure, you're not alone
Your tears of silence are verse for my song
This life and this strife, we all share
Even the world have nothing to spare
Now when your soul come so close to mine
Should you be afraid, this passion is divine
Through the flame of this dying world, here we are
In grief we unite, this is our garden of the stars
But will you ever find someone to believe ?
Or afraid of living, your faith bereave ?
Coming from below,
Rising high above,
It enters our hearts
To approach our souls.
Then it firmly grows
And begins to hurt.
It starts with a search
For the first bright light.
The light cannot hide
That's why it is caught.
Darkness's like a god
With a lot of pain.
It wants to make rains
To carry the hurt.
Dashing from the first,
Rushing to others,
Over and over,
It's covered with hate.
Never being late,
Never being liked,
Never having fear,
Darkness never leaves.
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