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Damp weather may be a source of inspiration same as the bright and sunny one! This is a translation of a modern poetess living in Georgia and composing poems in Russian. Hope you will enjoy Tamila's poetry!
Broken Wings
I was sitting beside my fathers grave and an injured bird sat close by, wanting to help him but unable to....but I like to think his wing was mended and he flew....I wrote this as sometimes we are like birds, our wings get broken and we have to learn to fly again.........I was visiting my dad for comfort and guidence, and the bird appeared....
Silence Not Needed ..............
A guy on the street,a christian brother just happen to say something at the right time.
Dominic
Lyn's daughter died and now we have her grandson, Dominic, as our newest member of our happy home...It is a great responsibility. We are up to it.
What Is Poetry ?
Everyone judges poetry differently and many say this is not a poem/poetry, so what is really poetry and how do we really perceive it, you be the judge and please make comments, because in my eyes poetry is a true projection from your mind and how you put pen to paper. Written: 21st July 2013
Brighter Times
We all struggle at times to place the beauty that is within us on display
Transplanted.............
For my gorgeous wife whom i love deeply .........had to endure so many hardships to come and live with me always keeping her head up and maintaining her dignity even whilst sacrificing the love of her family,friends and her home of NZ............your graciousness always inspires me
Peacefulness
Peace.
You Left Your Soul
still think of the last rhymes..any suggestions?
Random Acts of Kindness
"Random Acts of Kindness in Honor of a Little Boy" published on Yahoo. Here is an illustration of how the author of this Facebook entry feels after her "random act of kindness" and how she makes everyone happy: "I finally got the chance to 'Pay it Forward Jayden style'," wrote Troy-Ciera Rill on Tuesday. "I was sitting in the drive through at McDonalds & bought a $10 gift card for the 2 guys in the car behind me. The girl at the drive through was touched & I loved seeing the expression on their faces when she gave it to them! Its such an inspiration that your son has put on people. God Bless & Merry Christmas!" So let us remember, that “Somehow, not only for Christmas, But all the long year through, The joy that you give to others, Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing, The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart's possessing, Returns to you glad.” -- John Greenleaf Whittier
I Did Not
I know that I should make it on my own. These words came to me as I reflected on the reasons I was given as to why I got no help.
The Path
No prizes for guessing where the inspiration for this one came from.....Hope you enjoyed it all the same.....Andrew.....xxx
Questions
From my early age the only questions i have were Why, but at that time I wanted to know answers.
I wonder
Thought I’d never be so lonely, Clouds will scatter that blight my life. Thought I’d never feel so lonesome, Wonder whether it's day or night. Days are passed in tiresome longing, Do I mind? Oh, I do not mind. Never thought I’d feel so loneso
Footsteps
When Queen Cleopatra died, her servant Charmian is supposed to have summed up her life thus: "She died worthy of someone who has walked in the foot-steps of so many Kings..." To the people of the Middle East and North Africa- out of whose book we can all take a leaf...
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about,
Blackbirds in the corn
Looking out my window..
who teaches......
its speaks for itself......
Don't be afraid
Don't be afraid to lift your wings And soar through life each day Find joy and love and happiness As you go along your way. Life is steeped with ups and downs And troubles not so fun at times, Chin up high and shoulders back We meet
NEW YORKERS
NEW YORK CITY HAS EVERYTHING! I PRAY , NO ONE HAS TO GO THROUGH THAT COWARDLY ACT OF 911!
A forgotten Girl
a step away, into the unknown.
Oh, Mind
reflections...
A glimpse of spring in wintertime
Just remembering that after the blues there is always sunshine.
The Power Of Imagination
The Power Of Imagination I had no new ideas to write a poem so off I went to bed in comfort I thought I might dream the words instead! No sooner had I settled when an
Do you believe?
Do you believe that darkness brings to light? Do you believe that life can last forever? Your desperation could have turn to flight, Do you believe that destiny is flavour? Do you believe that sand might die for wings To fly to abyss of the Un
~A Silvered thought~
I'm sure there's a few who never went in a canoe:)
~Train of Thought~
Freights on board Distant on track Wigwags at will Blinking still Lights Stories unfold upon the listened that see One box at a time Upon cast, those steel wheel's. Cans of spray ............. Extent-tual thought ....... A rolling by c
Tempted.........
Hmmm......
ODE TO PUFF
I ALWAYS CRIED WHEN MY MOTHER SANG THE LAST VERSE OF PUFF, THE MAGIC DRAGON! THIS IS A NEW BEGINNING!
The breath of life.
A FEW LINES TO EXPRESS THE GIFT OF LIFE IS OURS TO MAKE THE MOST OF IT AND NOT RELY ON FALSE PROMISES.
HOPE
The song "Nadezhda" (Hope, also a woman's name) sung by Anna German. I used to love this song very many years ago - seems like eternity has passed. Just memories surfacing for a moment and vanishing again. You can also listen and enjoy the singer's beautiful voice. http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x87m4m_anna-german-nadiezda_music
Morgan's Universal Rule
I believe in my own Spiritsoul feeling when in tune with the Holy Trinity
Learning poetry III - Carnival Carousel (Roundel)
The ROUNDEL is a deritave of rondeau and rondine... It has eleven lines constructed from two quatrains, and a triplet. The rhyme scheme only has two rhymes and a refrain from the first phrase of first line, thus, the second line rhymes with the refrain:.. a. b. a.B . b. a. b . a. b. a. B.. example: If he could know my songs are all for him, At silver dawn or in the evening glow, Would he not smile and think it but a whim, If he could know? Or would his heart rejoice and overflow, As happy brooks that break their icy rim When April's horns along the hillsides blow? I may not speak till Eros' torch is dim, The god is bitter and will have it so; And yet to-night our fate would seem less grim If he could know. --- Sara Teasdale
HAPPY
Lets learn to be happy, Lets see only kindness in faces, Lets get up in the morning with pure smiles And lets love each other without any bad expectations. Lets beleive in our thoughts and lets walk throuh this life with lightness and stren
The Wings.
I was close with an Lady 2 years ago and when we walk outside on my Property, she stop to walk and was looking up to the sky. I did then the same and I could see a Bird circling around going higher and higher like in a spiral and already so very high that it was diving some times into the cloud. She then said to me," I had really like to be that bird and fly high in the sky" and then she clearly followed with like pain in her voice," but my Parents never give me Wings"!
Heritage wind
Happy Sunday! A write about heritage and being from the deep south..My Native American descent (Choctaw)..I'm of Irish and Choctaw descent...Thank you!
The Greatest Wall (Orientalkoru challenge)
China is my obsession.
who wins........
how a disabled boy asks his father if the kids in the park would let him play.......at his father's request this is what happened........a chance to win by the fielding side.......but sacrificed to watch joyous pride...........the child passed away the next winter.........i often wonder about the future of this world and am constantly reminded that is in good hands ........
No place soul
Nothing real can ever be threatened nothing unreal can ever exist
TIME IS A TYRANT
Just a little encouragement for a change. Borrowed this title from the thread title of an Indian CS member, for which I am thankful to him.
PAIN
While looking for S. T. Coleridge’s “The Rime of Ancient Mariner” at Macduff’s kind suggestion I came across “Pain” by the same author, which touched my soul due to its relevance to whatever old age refers to. The poem I wrote was inspired by “Pain” by S. T. Coleridge.
Learn from lonlyness
How cold and empty Is the inner life If you can`t give The rich inside the heart. So lonly and sad Is your soul Because you want And nobody takes From you a part. But like flowers Which are sown, And from earth In light those grow,