Tuesday 3 December 2013

POEMS

50 comments:

  1. Goodbye

    I 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.

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  2. Very good for your first attempt. But I wonder "How could this....." instead of "Why could..." what do you think?

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  3. LOVING

    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

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    1. You don't go a day without thinking about him instead of "Never do you not think about him"... life's journies...

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  4. I miss you.

    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.

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  5. "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"

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  6. where shall i be when i leave this life
    when 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

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    1. You should always capitalize the word "I" even if it's not at the beginning of a sentence.

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  7. The Storm

    It'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

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  8. "flock.....God... Angels cry." "Evil's dreadful pike?

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    1. Evil's dreadful pike : The flash of lightning, it's the weapon of the devil

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  9. SEASON

    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.

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  10. CHRISTMAS

    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

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  11. 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

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  12. Flight

    Like 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.

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    1. 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).

      Beautiful poem!

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  13. Where are you ?

    I'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

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  14. "go forth et non farth", "Hoping for a new day", "its wings et non our", "we have so many things....nightmare"

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  15. 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

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  16. "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."

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  17. My Sea, My Sea

    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.

    valentinab

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    1. "it was the seas of the west"
      "and over sandy graves"
      "thunder echoes through the skies"
      "the waves that rise"

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  18. 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.

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    1. 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.

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    2. 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.

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  19. 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.

    Marie Massa

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  20. 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

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  21. 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.

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  22. 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 !

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  23. 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

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    1. ...that I'm in the middle...
      ...we see each other again...
      ...we sum up our year...

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  24. For Noah Adams, in response from his poem :

    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.

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  25. 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

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  26. 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.

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  27. 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

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  28. In every places I go
    I 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.

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  29. Sweet Angels


    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.

    Infinity belongs to you.

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    1. 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

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    2. 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!

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    3. Shining like a sparkly...

      beautiful poem!

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  30. I'm still waiting

    A 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

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  31. Forget you

    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

    I want
    I can !


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  32. ...in our tree...
    ...and what you did...
    ...and everything seems horrible...
    ...wind... tree...sky gives it...grass dances to...

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  33. Merci beaucoup pour vos poèmes françaises! J'ai un question pour vous: Est-ce que vous aimez des écrivains ou des poèmes américains?

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    1. I don't know americans writers and poets but I love John Green

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  34. "... 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?

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  35. 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.

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  36. 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.

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