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I was never taught how music's sold and bought all I know is every girl I ever knew had lyrics.. but never you girl you are a celtic air a blend of strings when no-one's there no need for lines nor lyrics wrote a warmth
Demon of the world Havoc you cause Life expelled You float You lurk Your the intruder Man's greed Thier creation Alway seen discarded In open seas Under the waves not to be seen Your still there lurking man's greed Never ending alw
This is my much studied truths of who God really is and is not. For those with a case of "religiousitis" there is a cure thou this journey can only be taken by yourself
Descriptive write about the place I call home.
Time is the only portal we must travel in our journey home.
Once, many years ago I read this poem in English lesson. I never forgot. I think this tells about our - most of rhe times - silly behaviour of mankind. Nevertheless, the world is a big challange.
Galaktion Tabidze (1892–1959) - the 20th century Georgian poet whose writings profoundly influenced all subsequent generations of Georgian poets. He survived Joseph Stalin's Great Purge of the 1930s, which claimed lives of many of his fellow writers, friends and relatives, but came under heavy pressure from the Soviet authorities. Those years plunged him into depression and alcoholism. He was placed in a psychiatric hospital in Tbilisi, where he committed suicide (Wiki). This is how the poem sounds in brilliant recital!
Something inspirational again! Provided you are not too tired here is another translation from our Tbilisi poet Tamila Aydinova writing her verse in Russian. This is her third poem posted by me here. Autumn is my favorite so don’t be surprised if I keep returning to this subject. I do appreciate your time and thank you for devoting it to reading my translations! Best wishes to you all!
The feeling you get when you worship what matters in life.
Just listened to the song in a Russian movie and decided to share with you my translation of the lyrics (poem by Alexander Smirnov, composer Igor Shcherbakov) and a video with the song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6kRB6oACHM0 Thank you!
I have become an empty shell Filled will heartache pain and despair If I cannot praise you or raise you, who am I without whom I love I must love myself then you When I find my purpose, I will discover yours No talent or skill puts me above you
From the past to the present poets ... I once again post this tribute to All . And lest not forget our Lost ones too and those missing whom might return like I did . Thank you all for viewing this humble poem of mine .
Loneliness is silence in its loudest form; it lives in your head and your heart Loneliness sits alone, it eats alone and sleeps alone Loneliness is that thing that tears at your soul; it’s the heart beat of sadness Loneliness is fueled by rejectio
The wheels turn the noise echos on the tracks voices heard chit a chat music loud deafens ones ears One longs for peace and solitude Destination known One travels to destinations end where one goes one is unknown till one arrives
Though it is too late we must carry on though we break the night still will come the dawn.
there'll be people on sundays standing in doorways praying to statues they want to believe her face amongst many a sunflowered penny shined by the daylight lucky to some her eyes azure curtains as nothing was certain a flowering kin
I WANT SOMEONE TO LOVE ME HAS MUCH I WOULD LOVE HER
Again and again when I start writing a comment I am so slow in doing it that my comment gradually grows into a poem. This is as a comment to Fellsman's latest "Just Suppose ..."
You can google Northumberlandia as she is called she can be seen from up high. I have walked up her and at the very top viewing point some open cast mining could still be seen on the other side. The contrast of what was, and what is just took my breath away.
The gibbet is still there for all to see, the two ladies with him were hung in Newcastle
A writing of the effects of a special partner experienced in a loving relationship.
Penned to remember a special one from a relationship put on hold..
Well I took a heavy spill and I royally broke a part of my head I wrote off my motorcycle and I spent three months in a bed well she was gonna be my bike I was gonna be her man but a truck got between us and it quickly put an end to my
It's coz of you Koru san I made this ...the essence is of the everflowing poetry that runs thru yours and spill over me and others ... Tribute to thee...
Now which one would you think would be the infamous chair that even Napoleon sat the night before his defeat? Trivia. . . its a real story and rumours has it that it is sold to a private collector for 100,000 pounds in the mid 19th century Had a special poem just for Halloween,but i don't think i could get it up coz still not even half done yet,so this is a good ghost story for this trick and treat night. . .. Happy Halloween to all Poets from Ancient Bullman
Life's journey; fear does cripple us in many ways! Death is scary so is sickness and strife yet sometimes when we've done our very best...sometimes...the fear goes away...gratitude and acceptance take its place! Life can be likened to a beautiful day that starts with a glorious sunrise and an awe-inspiring sunset! I haven't written for a long time; years I think. I have not been well many a few times this year and I believe that when one writes a poem for someone it really comes from their heart. I just wanted to express my gratitude to my husband who without fail has gone beyond my expectations each day I am not well. I feel blessed that I can come home at the end of a challenging day knowing that I have someone who understands what I am going through!
Its rained for days i'm locked in
A blind boy with his mom Moved into a new town On a Full moon An adventure begins While his mom at work He found a friend To do normal things Like a normal kid But his friend is a ghost ......
feeling this loss that she is gone from my lonely heart that she never understood
A game I played and found it so frightening and spellbound at the end the plot thicken to bring the conclusion that the hero and the small girl are related ...she was his mother and she was protecting him from some of the dark projects the scientists did with her DNA.....
The Damned unname Antichrist has got me bound in chains and made me guilty ....Its time to confess my ill doings and give testimony of my faith in God of Isreal, Holy Spirit and Lord Jesus. My war is far from over but now I am firm and ready to let Jesus heal me inside out ....Many will question my preaching/warning as I am not baptised ....I leave all of it to HIM
I have long been a romantic but don't think I have ever truly been in love. I think I might have been in a sort of love when I was about 13, 14 or 15 and had huge crushes on several girls at that stage of my life but was that really love? I know that many of my relationships were based on 'lust' not 'love' but as I don't really know what love is can I be sure. Anyway this poem, such as it is, is based on my frustration of not really knowing whether I have experienced love in my life as yet.
I Dont understand what I wrote but sound nice .
a tribute to ALL poets past, present and. future!
lately very disappointed with some events taking place elsewhere, its affected my morale badly, Alas this is my Masterpiece! my very last composed one. if something goes right in your life you can take comfort and strength from there, when nothing seem to go brightly or boost your confidence, it takes a Hell of a beating and the last straw would be jumping off a bridge. . . not me, not even good enough to do it when depression hits, i fight it back by listening to music. its not working this time. . . the good news is more time to comment.
just felt it flowing through my mind but it does not rhyme somehow the words are just so beautiful to me By the way ...this is my imagination I dont have a wife yet So dont feel so bad that I lost my wife Its a special write that amazed myself So dont feel bad coz its frictional.
Self-explanitory, I believe.
The stormy things in life like love.......
I have been wanting to go to California all my life. Most of my trips as a child were to Arkansas where I went to the Gateway Arch in St. Louis only once. Then it was fishing in Hayward or Gordon, Wisconsin.
your giant ships sailed out the tide to block my village far and wide to plunder food from famine soil to thieve our hope with our own toil forced to leave our barren lands we dug the streets with broken hands we built your ro
A woman who wants to have a man for real reasons and not about choosing her for being the last option.
As I often watch videos of animals rescued and finding love .. after so much hardship and abuse , sometimes too late , and sadly had to cross the rainbow above ... I’m left with the firm conviction that in them you unfailingly
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