Liking someone like him Opening your heart for him Visualizing the future with him In the present without him Never do you not think about him Going forward through lifes journey just with the thought of him
That's the reason why I wake up every morning You know it's hard to live far from you but i'm still standing I can not spend a day without thinking of you Because everything can remind me that I miss you
Plenty memories are flying in my head Like the Christmas' s evening when you pick me up at bed And you show me that there snow outside on the trees If I could see you one more time again please,
You can't imagine how it's hard to grow without you How it's difficult to say that there won't be anymore me and you Thanks to pics of my childhood I can see you again But it won't subsitute how high is my pain.
"opening your heart to him...Never to think about him......life's journey?" I think your last line needs editing. "everything reminds me that I miss you.... going through my head... from bed? that there is snow"
Snow falls for our pleasure Everywhere so much you can't measure Animals hiding in nature Skis and sleds ready for departure Oooh! What a treasure! Now everything changes even culture.
Carry the news everywhere Howling wind comes from the North Reach out, come in and stare It is a wonderful season to go farth Spring and burst into the witer air Trekking in beautiful snowy forests Music coming from excited children Already, birds chirp from their nests So many gifts from the sky have fallen
CHRISTMAS Candles shine like children's eyes Holidays are coming with lots of surprises Rising stars are flying in the night I can feel hope in all this light Sitting around the Christmas tree Turkey is ready to be tasted Me and my happy family All my wishes are going to be tested Santa Claus is coming Tonight !
SEASON Snow is lying on the top of the house Everybody is waiting for Santa Claus All the children are making snowman Singing carols as good as they can Opening presents with all their families New Year's Eve is coming finally
Hoping for a new day, But it'll never spread its wings! The bird and I... To travel and make the world our conquest (not quite sure how to rephrase the last line).
Corsica, the best place ever, Island of beauty You are all my life, you are all my souvenirs When I come at the beginning of July, And when I left you, I let flow few tears.
Caroline nasica Each summer, it's a real pleasure Finally I could see all my familly Aunts, grandmothers and fathers We are together and I feel more myself.
Tocchisu, my father's village In this place, nobody have age I see my dears cousins and fall again in childhood Remember memories and talk to our neighborhood
"And when I leave you....I leave.....I can see all my family... I feel more like myself.. people are ageless....dear cousins....it's my childhood again.... to our neighbours."
It was from seas of west that blew the waves from its mighty chest blown over sandy graves. Thunder echoes the skies and in darkness it lights and waves they rise and day creeps to night. My sea, my sea, I look you scatter debris on lands lap by lap thy waves took on washed up sands.
Bonjour! These poems are amazing! I am a young writer myself, and I enjoy reading and writing poetry as well as prose. Here is one of my poems:
Glass Shards
Our lives can be compared To panes of glass, Fragile yet strong.
One day, the world is clear But the next, confusion comes And cracks your pane. Suddenly, you are looking at the world through a haze of panic.
And sometimes, Pain Or sorrow Arrives And then our lives, our panes of glass Break into a million pieces And we try to pick them up and continue on with life Until they shatter again.
Over and over, our lives are broken into glass shards. But we put them back together and keep going anyway.
Thank you ! Moi aussi j'aime écrire des poèmes, même si pour moi c'est plus difficile en anglais. En voici un qui répond au tien :
Le vent se lève
Sur la côte le vent se lève : Une tempête se prépare. Il n'y a plus aucun espoir ou rêve, Seulement la lumière d'un phare Pour nous guider dans l'obscurité. Le matin arrive, incertain De ce que lui réserve cette nouvelle journée Et les jours prochains.
Le ciel peut être chargé de nuages gris Comme il peut être bleu ; Rien n'est sûr, la vie est ainsi. Mais ces jours peuvent être joyeux Même s'il pleut ou s'il vente : Il ne tient qu'à toi d'en décider.
Hi Noah ! You're a real poet ! I'm writing to you a french poem !
Temps
Un moment, un instant, Tout n’est que temps. Temps qui passe, s’efface, Passé, présent, Tout n’est que temps. Temps impatient, exaltant, Jeunesse, vieillesse, Tout n’est que temps. Amour, passion, Tout n’a qu’un temps. Temps de vivre, temps de mourir, L’éternité a tout le temps.
In response from Noah Adams: Hello, thank you for your beautiful poem! I offer you one in French, enjoy!
Ode à la Terre
Les forêts transformées en plaines, la chasse à la baleine, le gaz à effet de serre et l'extinction des ours polaires.
Notre Mère semble agoniser, souffre de ces atrocités. La cause en est sa progéniture qui n'a pas su respecter la Nature.
Aujourd'hui elle hurle sa détresse, provoque des inondations, des sécheresses. Mais l'Homme se moque d'être assassin et la tue un peu plus pour répondre à ses besoins.
hey noah ! we have to reply you with a french poem so this is mine ! :) J'avais decidé de partir Face à un monde sauvage Creer de nouveaux souvenirs Et eprouver mon courage
M'installer, éloignée de tout M'évader vers un pays hostile Accomplir mon rêve le plus fou Le tout d'un batement de cil
M'allonger dans l'herbe rèche Le soleil dans les yeux Attendre d'avoir la gorge sèche Observer, me perdre dans les cieux
Me desaltérer d'une eau pure Pieds nus sur le sol brûlant Grignoter quelque dattes bien mûres Oublier le passé un instant
Attendre le coucher de soleil Ouïr le rugissement du roi Tel un bourdonnement d'abeilles Se sentir enfin chez sois
Merci! I love French poetry, and I have ever since our class read "Déjeuner du matin"! Therefore, this poem is about the beauty of poetry.
The Pen is Mightier
Cool and sweet, rolling off the tongue With the power to change and transform Cascading like a waterfall
Passionate whispers Spoken in secret, in the refuge of cradling arms Kindling the fire of love
Vivacious The spark of a new journey Giving birth to that which is lifeless
Enlightenment The dawn of a new, radiant light Streaming through, dispelling the shadows of the mind
The pen is mightier than the sword. Write your own story, write your own life Feel the powerful embrace of the memories around you And rejoice in the beauty of the written word.
hi! I'm glad you like french poetry. However, the topic of my poem is not as light as ''Déjeuner du matin''! I let you discover this poem in French ( sorry, we are obliged)
Combat
Un jour, tu viendras Un jour, tu verras Toutes les fausses idées Ne sembleront plus que fumée Plus personne ne te jugera Parce que tu viens de là-bas Tu auras les mêmes droits C'est ce que l'on dira devant toi
Un jour, tu t'en iras Parce que tu n'auras plus le choix Quelqu'un te l'imposera Mais tu combattras ! Mais il n'y aura pas que toi ! Nous combattrons le racisme Et bannirons le scepticisme !
Hiiii Noah, you write a beautiful poem, and our teacher ask us to write an other poem (to ask yours) in french or english.. I write in english, I hope I didn't make a mistake!
My cousins, my family One of them lives in Bordeaux And the other in Bastia We can say that I'm on the middle
One of them is younger And the other, older We can say that I'm on the middle
Each summer, we see ourself again And we sum-up our year But i'ts never very important Because we know that our summer Will be better
Depuis que je t’ai vu pour la première fois, Je ne cesse de me dire combien je t’aime Mais si maintenant, tes sentiments ne sont plus les mêmes Sache que moi, je ne vois que toi
Ne dis pas que nous ne sommes plus rien Je t’en prie, épargne mon cœur, Sans toi, je ne suis rien, Si jamais tu me laisses, je me noierai dans mes pleurs.
Hi Noah, your poem is very beautiful. I also write a poem, but in french because I am not good in English :)
Il faisait très sombre Je marchais seule, suivant son ombre Je voyais de loin son visage enfantin Son visage éclairait mon chemin
Entièrement trempé par cette pluie de décembre La pluie comme du feu me donnait l'impression de fondre Il me disait de le suivre d'une voix très tendre Alors je continuais à marcher dans son ombre
L'allée s'achève, la lumière est a deux pas de moi Je n'osais prospérer sans entendre sa voix Une force mystérieuse me remua pour que j'avance Je fis deux pas de plus voilà que je me lance
La boule au ventre, les yeux fermés La peur envahit mes pensées En ouvrant les yeux je ne suis que dans mon sofa Ce n'était qu'un merveilleux cauchemar, qui ma fait rêver de toi
Hi Noah! My teacher ask to us to reply to our poeme, so this is mine.
Un simple coup de fil Et voilà mon monde bouleversé Plus rien n'est comme avant Tu deviens un souvenir Ton visage semble changé Ton rire sonne différent Tes yeux ne brillent plus Et moi je ne sais plus respirer
J'apprends à avancer sans toi Tu n'es plus mon présent Tu ne serras plus mon futur Tu deviens mon passé
Un seul coup de fil Et voilà que tout change Le monde continu à tourner Pourtant, pour moi le temps s'est arrêté En te perdant j'ai perdue une part de moi.
Hy Noah ! I have read your poem, it is fantastically well written ! You are really good writer. I have made a poem in french, which is about a similar thema then the first poem you posted on the website. Hope you will enjoy it.
Nos âmes sont tel des arbres, Faisant face aux difficultés de la vie Comme les arbres font face au vent, Parfois le vent est seulement une douce brise Mais parfois le vent est un ouragan, Certains sont résistant Et se plient tel des roseaux, Lors que les chênes se déracinent Ainsi, de certains esprits Qui s'adaptent aux épreuves les plus dures Tandis que d'autres sont détruit, Jusqu'à l'anéantissement
In this foreign storm that we called life I'm standing in hell's dark. There is nothing above my soul but a sharp knife But let me fly with you like lively skylarks.
May you hear me, sons of innocence, Shining as a sparkly fire Whispering softly like an evanescence Waiting for a burning desire.
Sweet angels, pure as god's mind, Your eyes are young but not blind. Take me where the birds can sing after midnight I will see you near the moon, joyful and fright.
I dreamt once of you Lying on heavy clouds Counting the stars in heaven's sky.
Hi Émilie, I love this poem! These metaphors are so beautiful. I feel a very personal connection with this poem. It reminds me of one of my favorite poems too.
Angels in the Stars
God saw I was getting tired as he put his arms around me as he whispered come with me
There is a place for you in Heaven where there is no suffering and no pain all you have to do is look up to the sky and know that you will see me
As I am an angel in the stars what a great place to be I am an angel of God and a sparkle I shall be
Know that I'm watching over you just look up and see I'm looking watching over you please don't be sad for me
I'm your angel in the stars where I am happy now you will see and one day you will be with me
I'm on our tree Thinking about you, About us and what did you do.
I wanted you to disappear But apparently it's not possible And all seems horrible.
The Wind blows me sad melodies To accompany it, the Tree plays with its leaves The Sky gives its better colours And the Grass dance on the melodious chords
Despite all the pain I feel I stay strong I know that I can't change what I feel And it makes me wrong
"... vos poèmes français" (poème = masculin) "... une question" (question = féminin)
Yes, I do. My favourite American poet and writer is Edgar Allan Poe.
Edgar Allan Poe (January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American poet, short story writer, editor, critic and one of the leaders of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of the macabre, Poe was one of the early American practitioners of the short story and a progenitor of detective fiction and crime fiction. He is also credited with contributing to narrative forms of the emergent science fiction genre. Poe died at the age of 40. The cause of his death is undetermined and has been attributed to alcohol, drugs, cholera, rabies, and other agents.
I read some short stories as The Murders in the Rue Morgue ; and some poems like this :
A dream In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star?
There is a man Full of regrets Walking in our land, Smoking cigarettes. Pain in his eyes, Tears in his mind. Tired of waiting for somebody Who never comes. Tired of giving so much And winning nothing. He felt an ocean of tears Over his aching soul. Tried so much But winning nothing. Wishing somebody Could see him now, All broken. Afraid of living, Ashamed of being.
L'Arbre Surplombant les hommes depuis des générations, Le Vieillard millénaire sent la fin venir. Ils arrivent, là, avec toutes leurs promesses d'avenir Fait de gratte-ciels, d'immeubles et autres aberrations. Lui, ayant survécu aux guerres ; Lui, ayant vu le monde changer ; Ne peut-on pas le laisser se reposer ? Tout a commencé sur cette terre ; Et tout se terminera ici. Autrefois il y avait une jeune pousse. Au fil du temps et des intempéries, Résistant à la force des tempêtes et des secousses, La jeune pousse est devenue arbre. Le Vieillard millénaire sent la fin venir. Ils arrivent, là, avec leur volonté d'abolir, Abolir cette paix naturelle. Déséquilibre. Béton. Ravage. Déforestation. Massacre. Qui ? Qui osera faire couler de l'encre, Pour que cesse ce meurtre ? C'est le dernier souffle du Vieillard. L'Ancêtre.
Goodbye
ReplyDeleteI cannot understand
How one minute we were holding hands
And the next you are gone
I never loved someone like you, you're the one
Now I have to be strong
I try so hard to show that nothing is wrong
But at night my tears will flow
It was just so sudden you had to go
Another day without your smile
Another day just passes by
Why could this happen to you,
The greatest person I ever knew
Never once made me cry
Until the day you closed your eyes and had to say goodbye
Life will never be the same
But in my dreams I still hear your name.
Very good for your first attempt. But I wonder "How could this....." instead of "Why could..." what do you think?
ReplyDeleteLOVING
ReplyDeleteLiking someone like him
Opening your heart for him
Visualizing the future with him
In the present without him
Never do you not think about him
Going forward through lifes journey just with the thought of him
You don't go a day without thinking about him instead of "Never do you not think about him"... life's journies...
DeleteI miss you.
ReplyDeleteThat's the reason why I wake up every morning
You know it's hard to live far from you but i'm still standing
I can not spend a day without thinking of you
Because everything can remind me that I miss you
Plenty memories are flying in my head
Like the Christmas' s evening when you pick me up at bed
And you show me that there snow outside on the trees
If I could see you one more time again please,
You can't imagine how it's hard to grow without you
How it's difficult to say that there won't be anymore me and you
Thanks to pics of my childhood I can see you again
But it won't subsitute how high is my pain.
"opening your heart to him...Never to think about him......life's journey?" I think your last line needs editing.
ReplyDelete"everything reminds me that I miss you.... going through my head... from bed? that there is snow"
where shall i be when i leave this life
ReplyDeletewhen shall i be taken by death's scythe
when my heart is taken by strife,
my doubt as sharp as a knife ,
i look at the world and see
as beautiful as they can be
people laughing , all free
from the pain waiting with glee
until destiny one day stern,
will stop the joy they earn
because joy comes once its your turn
once you have it, let it burn
You should always capitalize the word "I" even if it's not at the beginning of a sentence.
DeleteThe Storm
ReplyDeleteIt's raining today
The white flok is gone
The dark one is back
Sheep are bleating
We can hear this painful sound
It's raining today
The tears of god
The sad angels cries
Are fighting against
Evil's dreadful pike
It's raining today
Everybody gets mad
Up there it's gray
Down here it's sad
Our wet heads are in the clouds
"flock.....God... Angels cry." "Evil's dreadful pike?
ReplyDeleteEvil's dreadful pike : The flash of lightning, it's the weapon of the devil
DeleteSEASON
ReplyDeleteSnow falls for our pleasure
Everywhere so much you can't measure
Animals hiding in nature
Skis and sleds ready for departure
Oooh! What a treasure!
Now everything changes even culture.
CHRISTMAS
ReplyDeleteCarry the news everywhere
Howling wind comes from the North
Reach out, come in and stare
It is a wonderful season to go farth
Spring and burst into the witer air
Trekking in beautiful snowy forests
Music coming from excited children
Already, birds chirp from their nests
So many gifts from the sky have fallen
CHRISTMAS
ReplyDeleteCandles shine like children's eyes
Holidays are coming with lots of surprises
Rising stars are flying in the night
I can feel hope in all this light
Sitting around the Christmas tree
Turkey is ready to be tasted
Me and my happy family
All my wishes are going to be tested
Santa Claus is coming Tonight !
SEASON
Snow is lying on the top of the house
Everybody is waiting for Santa Claus
All the children are making snowman
Singing carols as good as they can
Opening presents with all their families
New Year's Eve is coming finally
Flight
ReplyDeleteLike a bird in a cage,
I look for my release.
I've never felt the fresh breeze ;
Little by little I lose my courage !
The caged bird sings ;
Hoping to a new day,
Hoping to be able run away,
But it'll never spread our wings !
Dreaming up a vast forest,
The bird and me pick a lock
For a travel to the world's conquest.
Hoping for a new day,
DeleteBut it'll never spread its wings!
The bird and I...
To travel and make the world our conquest (not quite sure how to rephrase the last line).
Beautiful poem!
Where are you ?
ReplyDeleteI'm looking for you everywhere
I don't know who you are
But i know you will be there
We have so much things to share
Why do you hide ?
Like a stupid child
My heart is beating
But my eyes are crying
It's time to stop the nightware
Come here and take of me
Open your eyes and be aware
It's the begining of our story
"go forth et non farth", "Hoping for a new day", "its wings et non our", "we have so many things....nightmare"
ReplyDeleteCorsica, the best place ever, Island of beauty
ReplyDeleteYou are all my life, you are all my souvenirs
When I come at the beginning of July,
And when I left you, I let flow few tears.
Caroline nasica
Each summer, it's a real pleasure
Finally I could see all my familly
Aunts, grandmothers and fathers
We are together and I feel more myself.
Tocchisu, my father's village
In this place, nobody have age
I see my dears cousins and fall again in childhood
Remember memories and talk to our neighborhood
"And when I leave you....I leave.....I can see all my family... I feel more like myself.. people are ageless....dear cousins....it's my childhood again.... to our neighbours."
ReplyDeleteMy Sea, My Sea
ReplyDeleteIt was from seas of west
that blew the waves
from its mighty chest
blown over sandy graves.
Thunder echoes the skies
and in darkness it lights
and waves they rise
and day creeps to night.
My sea, my sea, I look
you scatter debris on lands
lap by lap thy waves took
on washed up sands.
valentinab
"it was the seas of the west"
Delete"and over sandy graves"
"thunder echoes through the skies"
"the waves that rise"
Bonjour! These poems are amazing! I am a young writer myself, and I enjoy reading and writing poetry as well as prose. Here is one of my poems:
ReplyDeleteGlass Shards
Our lives can be compared
To panes of glass,
Fragile yet strong.
One day, the world is clear
But the next, confusion comes
And cracks your pane.
Suddenly, you are looking at the world through a haze of panic.
And sometimes,
Pain
Or sorrow
Arrives
And then our lives, our panes of glass
Break into a million pieces
And we try to pick them up and continue on with life
Until they shatter again.
Over and over, our lives are broken into glass shards.
But we put them back together and keep going anyway.
Thank you ! Moi aussi j'aime écrire des poèmes, même si pour moi c'est plus difficile en anglais. En voici un qui répond au tien :
DeleteLe vent se lève
Sur la côte le vent se lève :
Une tempête se prépare.
Il n'y a plus aucun espoir ou rêve,
Seulement la lumière d'un phare
Pour nous guider dans l'obscurité.
Le matin arrive, incertain
De ce que lui réserve cette nouvelle journée
Et les jours prochains.
Le ciel peut être chargé de nuages gris
Comme il peut être bleu ;
Rien n'est sûr, la vie est ainsi.
Mais ces jours peuvent être joyeux
Même s'il pleut ou s'il vente :
Il ne tient qu'à toi d'en décider.
Hi Noah ! You're a real poet ! I'm writing to you a french poem !
DeleteTemps
Un moment, un instant,
Tout n’est que temps.
Temps qui passe, s’efface,
Passé, présent,
Tout n’est que temps.
Temps impatient, exaltant,
Jeunesse, vieillesse,
Tout n’est que temps.
Amour, passion,
Tout n’a qu’un temps.
Temps de vivre, temps de mourir,
L’éternité a tout le temps.
In response from Noah Adams:
ReplyDeleteHello, thank you for your beautiful poem! I offer you one in French, enjoy!
Ode à la Terre
Les forêts transformées en plaines,
la chasse à la baleine,
le gaz à effet de serre
et l'extinction des ours polaires.
Notre Mère semble agoniser,
souffre de ces atrocités.
La cause en est sa progéniture
qui n'a pas su respecter la Nature.
Aujourd'hui elle hurle sa détresse,
provoque des inondations, des sécheresses.
Mais l'Homme se moque d'être assassin
et la tue un peu plus pour répondre à ses besoins.
Marie Massa
hey noah ! we have to reply you with a french poem so this is mine ! :)
ReplyDeleteJ'avais decidé de partir
Face à un monde sauvage
Creer de nouveaux souvenirs
Et eprouver mon courage
M'installer, éloignée de tout
M'évader vers un pays hostile
Accomplir mon rêve le plus fou
Le tout d'un batement de cil
M'allonger dans l'herbe rèche
Le soleil dans les yeux
Attendre d'avoir la gorge sèche
Observer, me perdre dans les cieux
Me desaltérer d'une eau pure
Pieds nus sur le sol brûlant
Grignoter quelque dattes bien mûres
Oublier le passé un instant
Attendre le coucher de soleil
Ouïr le rugissement du roi
Tel un bourdonnement d'abeilles
Se sentir enfin chez sois
Merci! I love French poetry, and I have ever since our class read "Déjeuner du matin"! Therefore, this poem is about the beauty of poetry.
ReplyDeleteThe Pen is Mightier
Cool and sweet, rolling off the tongue
With the power to change and transform
Cascading like a waterfall
Passionate whispers
Spoken in secret, in the refuge of cradling arms
Kindling the fire of love
Vivacious
The spark of a new journey
Giving birth to that which is lifeless
Enlightenment
The dawn of a new, radiant light
Streaming through, dispelling the shadows of the mind
The pen is mightier than the sword.
Write your own story, write your own life
Feel the powerful embrace of the memories around you
And rejoice in the beauty of the written word.
hi! I'm glad you like french poetry. However, the topic of my poem is not as light as ''Déjeuner du matin''! I let you discover this poem in French ( sorry, we are obliged)
ReplyDeleteCombat
Un jour, tu viendras
Un jour, tu verras
Toutes les fausses idées
Ne sembleront plus que fumée
Plus personne ne te jugera
Parce que tu viens de là-bas
Tu auras les mêmes droits
C'est ce que l'on dira devant toi
Un jour, tu t'en iras
Parce que tu n'auras plus le choix
Quelqu'un te l'imposera
Mais tu combattras !
Mais il n'y aura pas que toi !
Nous combattrons le racisme
Et bannirons le scepticisme !
Hiiii Noah, you write a beautiful poem, and our teacher ask us to write an other poem (to ask yours) in french or english.. I write in english, I hope I didn't make a mistake!
ReplyDeleteMy cousins, my family
One of them lives in Bordeaux
And the other in Bastia
We can say that I'm on the middle
One of them is younger
And the other, older
We can say that I'm on the middle
Each summer, we see ourself again
And we sum-up our year
But i'ts never very important
Because we know that our summer
Will be better
...that I'm in the middle...
Delete...we see each other again...
...we sum up our year...
For Noah Adams, in response from his poem :
ReplyDeleteDepuis que je t’ai vu pour la première fois,
Je ne cesse de me dire combien je t’aime
Mais si maintenant, tes sentiments ne sont plus les mêmes
Sache que moi, je ne vois que toi
Ne dis pas que nous ne sommes plus rien
Je t’en prie, épargne mon cœur,
Sans toi, je ne suis rien,
Si jamais tu me laisses, je me noierai dans mes pleurs.
Hi Noah, your poem is very beautiful. I also write a poem, but in french because I am not good in English :)
ReplyDeleteIl faisait très sombre
Je marchais seule, suivant son ombre
Je voyais de loin son visage enfantin
Son visage éclairait mon chemin
Entièrement trempé par cette pluie de décembre
La pluie comme du feu me donnait l'impression de fondre
Il me disait de le suivre d'une voix très tendre
Alors je continuais à marcher dans son ombre
L'allée s'achève, la lumière est a deux pas de moi
Je n'osais prospérer sans entendre sa voix
Une force mystérieuse me remua pour que j'avance
Je fis deux pas de plus voilà que je me lance
La boule au ventre, les yeux fermés
La peur envahit mes pensées
En ouvrant les yeux je ne suis que dans mon sofa
Ce n'était qu'un merveilleux cauchemar, qui ma fait rêver de toi
Hi Noah! My teacher ask to us to reply to our poeme, so this is mine.
ReplyDeleteUn simple coup de fil
Et voilà mon monde bouleversé
Plus rien n'est comme avant
Tu deviens un souvenir
Ton visage semble changé
Ton rire sonne différent
Tes yeux ne brillent plus
Et moi je ne sais plus respirer
J'apprends à avancer sans toi
Tu n'es plus mon présent
Tu ne serras plus mon futur
Tu deviens mon passé
Un seul coup de fil
Et voilà que tout change
Le monde continu à tourner
Pourtant, pour moi le temps s'est arrêté
En te perdant j'ai perdue une part de moi.
Hy Noah ! I have read your poem, it is fantastically well written ! You are really good writer. I have made a poem in french, which is about a similar thema then the first poem you posted on the website. Hope you will enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteNos âmes sont tel des arbres,
Faisant face aux difficultés de la vie
Comme les arbres font face au vent,
Parfois le vent est seulement une douce brise
Mais parfois le vent est un ouragan,
Certains sont résistant
Et se plient tel des roseaux,
Lors que les chênes se déracinent
Ainsi, de certains esprits
Qui s'adaptent aux épreuves les plus dures
Tandis que d'autres sont détruit,
Jusqu'à l'anéantissement
In every places I go
ReplyDeleteI wish I will see you
You should know
There's nobody who
Will take care of you
Like I do.
My words are quite simple
Skinny like a bubble
But they mean so much to me
I wonder if they make you happy.
Maybe one day
You will understand
What bursts inside my body
What burns inside my heart
How much everything seems pretty
How much sometimes it hurts.
Little sunshine in my nightsky
A "hello" when they say "goodbye"
A smile when everybody cries
You can see love in my eyes.
Sweet Angels
ReplyDeleteIn this foreign storm that we called life
I'm standing in hell's dark.
There is nothing above my soul but a sharp knife
But let me fly with you like lively skylarks.
May you hear me, sons of innocence,
Shining as a sparkly fire
Whispering softly like an evanescence
Waiting for a burning desire.
Sweet angels, pure as god's mind,
Your eyes are young but not blind.
Take me where the birds can sing after midnight
I will see you near the moon, joyful and fright.
I dreamt once of you
Lying on heavy clouds
Counting the stars in heaven's sky.
Infinity belongs to you.
Hi Émilie, I love this poem! These metaphors are so beautiful. I feel a very personal connection with this poem. It reminds me of one of my favorite poems too.
DeleteAngels in the Stars
God saw I was getting tired
as he put his arms around me
as he whispered come with me
There is a place for you in Heaven
where there is no suffering and no pain
all you have to do is look up to the sky
and know that you will see me
As I am an angel in the stars
what a great place to be
I am an angel of God and a
sparkle I shall be
Know that I'm watching over you
just look up and see
I'm looking watching over you
please don't be sad for me
I'm your angel in the stars
where I am happy now
you will see and one day
you will be with me
Thank you so much Kathleen, your comment made me so happy! I just loved the poem you've sent me, that's very nice of you!
DeleteShining like a sparkly...
Deletebeautiful poem!
I'm still waiting
ReplyDeleteA beautiful sky with a lovely sun
A quiet place without no people
A little bird is singing on a tree
And I'm waiting.
A strange feeling
A man's steps on the road
I saw him
He doesn't see me
The wind is blowing
My heart is beating
My legs are shaking
I'm thinking.
I would like to leave
But I cannot leave
I would like to move
But I cannot move
Now I'm sitting on a tree
And I'm still waiting
now I'm sitting in a tree
DeleteForget you
ReplyDeleteI'm on our tree
Thinking about you,
About us and what did you do.
I wanted you to disappear
But apparently it's not possible
And all seems horrible.
The Wind blows me sad melodies
To accompany it, the Tree plays with its leaves
The Sky gives its better colours
And the Grass dance on the melodious chords
Despite all the pain I feel
I stay strong
I know that I can't change what I feel
And it makes me wrong
I want
I can !
...in our tree...
ReplyDelete...and what you did...
...and everything seems horrible...
...wind... tree...sky gives it...grass dances to...
Merci beaucoup pour vos poèmes françaises! J'ai un question pour vous: Est-ce que vous aimez des écrivains ou des poèmes américains?
ReplyDeleteI don't know americans writers and poets but I love John Green
Delete"... vos poèmes français" (poème = masculin) "... une question" (question = féminin)
ReplyDeleteYes, I do. My favourite American poet and writer is Edgar Allan Poe.
Edgar Allan Poe (January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American poet, short story writer, editor, critic and one of the leaders of the American Romantic Movement. Best known for his tales of the macabre, Poe was one of the early American practitioners of the short story and a progenitor of detective fiction and crime fiction. He is also credited with contributing to narrative forms of the emergent science fiction genre. Poe died at the age of 40. The cause of his death is undetermined and has been attributed to alcohol, drugs, cholera, rabies, and other agents.
I read some short stories as The Murders in the Rue Morgue ; and some poems like this :
A dream
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
There is a man
ReplyDeleteFull of regrets
Walking in our land,
Smoking cigarettes.
Pain in his eyes,
Tears in his mind.
Tired of waiting for somebody
Who never comes.
Tired of giving so much
And winning nothing.
He felt an ocean of tears
Over his aching soul.
Tried so much
But winning nothing.
Wishing somebody
Could see him now,
All broken.
Afraid of living,
Ashamed of being.
*He feels an ocean of tears
DeleteL'Arbre
ReplyDeleteSurplombant les hommes depuis des générations,
Le Vieillard millénaire sent la fin venir.
Ils arrivent, là, avec toutes leurs promesses d'avenir
Fait de gratte-ciels, d'immeubles et autres aberrations.
Lui, ayant survécu aux guerres ;
Lui, ayant vu le monde changer ;
Ne peut-on pas le laisser se reposer ?
Tout a commencé sur cette terre ;
Et tout se terminera ici.
Autrefois il y avait une jeune pousse.
Au fil du temps et des intempéries,
Résistant à la force des tempêtes et des secousses,
La jeune pousse est devenue arbre.
Le Vieillard millénaire sent la fin venir.
Ils arrivent, là, avec leur volonté d'abolir,
Abolir cette paix naturelle. Déséquilibre.
Béton. Ravage. Déforestation. Massacre.
Qui ? Qui osera faire couler de l'encre,
Pour que cesse ce meurtre ?
C'est le dernier souffle du Vieillard. L'Ancêtre.