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marikia

Song CCCXXIX

Oh time, oh moment of our final date,
Oh you, conspiracy of hostile moon and stars!
Oh faithful gaze, tell what you truly held
In fateful moment when we farewell sighed.

I failed to understand your sweet reserve.
Oh what simplicity it was to think that I
A part of bliss had managed to preserve!
Alas! wind scattered dreams of better life.

It was the time when fate, her fate
Was thus prejudged, along with mine,
Hence look of sorrow in the beauty’s eyes;

But mist of tears that concealed my gaze
Prevented me to see in clearer light,
Behold much greater sorrow, bigger strife.


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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
Translation from the Russian language edition of Petrarch’s “Song Book”, Song CCCXXIX

On April 6, 1327, after Petrarch gave up his vocation as a priest, the sight of a woman called Laura in the church of Sainte-Claire d’Avignon awoke in him a lasting passion, celebrated in the collection of 366 poems “Canzoniere” ("Song Book"). Laura may have been Laura de Noves the wife of Count Hugues de Sade (an ancestor of the Marquis de Sade). There is little definite information in Petrarch's work concerning Laura, except that she is lovely to look at, fair-haired, with a modest, dignified bearing. Laura and Petrarch had little or no personal contact. According to his "Secretum", she refused him for the very proper reason that she was already married to another man. He channeled his feelings into love poems. Upon her death in 1348, the poet found that his grief was as difficult to live with as was his former despair. Later in his "Letter to Posterity", Petrarch wrote: "In my younger days I struggled constantly with an overwhelming but pure love affair – my only one, and I would have struggled with it longer had not premature death, bitter but salutary for me, extinguished the cooling flames. I certainly wish I could say that I have always been entirely free from desires of the flesh, but I would be lying if I did".
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wayne34

which path will i take

Into these poems I put my thoughts
My feelings
The why life has led me on
Should I go this way or the other path way

Which is best the left or the right path way
My future I do not know what is instore only the future will no
I know my past this hidden from preying eies for am the only one that know
Do I learn from my past mistakes
Or do carry on as I go on this lonley lonesome path I do not know

Change I must accept and open my arms and caress for this is the way I have to go
Forward not backwards this the direction I must go
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Posted: Dec 2012
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Unknown

baaaad

baaaaaaad romance
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
nothing
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summercold

Fly solo

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Above poem is in Chinese and below is translation.

In fact, each of us inevitably has to fly solo!
I also flew solo for seven years before I met him!
You always have to pass the wrong person before you can meet the right person!
right!
Seeing the birds on the coast, they all fly by themselves!
Occasionally I saw Shuangfei, but quickly each flew!
Reunion and parting, parting and reunion!
Goodbye or parting easy?
Godmother and godfather are together for thirty-five years!
After the pearl marriage and all the ups and downs!
This solo flight! Five flavors mixed!
Godfather finally got out of his painful body
Godmother also left more than a hundred days of torture,
Only blessings!
When the godmother flew solo, with all the memories!
Flying in that blue sky! Smiling!
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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
We went fishing after my Godpa passed away this September. I went fishing with my Godmother as that was the way she wanted to remember him. They love fishing. I saw a bird fly in the sky so I wrote about it.
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RoCkStAr110

Open eyes

My pain falls down like rain
Can't you see my soul is bleeding
I'm barely breathing
Hesitating while I'm suffocating
Screaming so loud
But with no sound
I don't see the point in surviving
This is the truth no more lying
Inside I'm dying
Existence is a game with only one life
So grab the sharpest knife
Find the deepest vein
Don't let my departure be in vain
It's not me who's insane
I see the world for what it is
Now it's time to finish this
No more rat race
Let me settle this case
What you do don't matter
When you die who's going to be sadder
Being dead don't mean you're not alive
Who knows what's waiting on the other side
So embrace this last kiss
Because this is one you will miss
I am now not of the flesh
But a least I know what's next
And I finally get to rest
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
I JUST WANT TO SAY I ENJOY WRITING THIS WAY AND I AM NOT SUICiDAL!!!!

I write how I feel and I often feel like this life ain't real like its a game idk if I stand alone in this matter but i feel this way because of my life experiences let me know what u think
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NormanF

Cascade (Cascade of sad music)

Je me sens perdu dans mes pensées que je ai oublié
la tristesse écho des violons de l'automne
derrière moi l'étreinte glacée de l'hiver dernier
hante ma mémoire comme une douleur engourdissant
quand je peux espérer fleurs du printemps
Je aurais presque nier ce que je vois au dessus de moi
que les champs du ciel étoilé ne assistent
dans tout le beau mystère d'une nuit sombre
trouve une question sans réponse dans mon cœur
pourquoi vous ne avez mon amour, pourquoi me avez-vous laissé?
comme la pluie mes larmes seront jamais vraiment cesser
aussi longtemps que mon cœur bat vraiment en moi
quand je fais tout ce que je ai oublié je me souviens maintenant
la douleur engourdissant qui hante ma mémoire
violons de l'automne qui se agitent à nouveau l'intérieur de moi
la fureur de l'hiver me amène aucun réconfort
depuis mon amour, étant la lumière de ma vie
vous êtes mon pont vers le monde je réside dans
la fin de la solitude dans laquelle je habite
vous faites une différence plus que vous savez
toutes les étoiles dans le ciel chantent vos louanges
votre beauté transcende diamants sur la terre
ma honte qui a vraiment pas de nom mon amour
me fait tomber dans la repentance en face de vous
comme mes bruits de pas se écarter de votre tombe
où de belles fleurs saluent la mémoire
comme je les regarde comme les fleurs du printemps
pas de mots sur le ciel ou sur la terre mon amour
existe plus immortel que vous devant moi
pourquoi alors mon amour, je demande, me avez-vous laissé?
la pluie froide et humide est comme une cascade
de la musique triste qui ne quitte jamais mon âme.

I feel lost in thought like I have forgotten
the echoing sadness of autumn's violins
behind me the icy embrace of winter past
haunts my memory like a numbing pain
when I can look forward to flowers of spring
I should almost deny what I see above me
that the starry fields of heaven do attend
in all the beautiful mystery of a dark night
finds one unanswered question in my heart
why did you my love, why did you leave me?
like the rain my tears will never really cease
as long as my heart beats truly within me
when I do all I have forgotten I now recall
the numbing pain that haunts my memory
which autumn violins again stir inside me
the fury of winter brings me here no solace
since my love, being the light of my life
you are my bridge to the world I reside in
the end of the loneliness in which I inhabit
you make a difference more than you know
all the stars in heaven sing your praises
your beauty transcends diamonds on earth
my shame that truly has no name my love
makes me fall in repentance in front of you
as my footfalls depart your gravesite
where beautiful flowers salute your memory
as I look at them like the flowers of spring
no words on heaven or on earth my love
exists more immortal than you before me
why then my love, I ask, did you leave me?
the cold and wet rain is like a cascade
of sad music that never leaves my soul.
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Posted: Jan 2015
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Knightmare61

A journey we all eventually must take

Take care old fool cause nobody else wants to dig you out of your pool

Yes many will come to suggest a way some that may save the day
yet, it's still ultimately our choice of how we want to play

The old cliche ye can lead a horse to water but, can't make him drink
how often it makes us ponder and think

See how youth laughs and plays through all those lost and forgotten summer days

Now our eyes are old and dim and life is viewed in a haze

When we thought we couldn't wait to be cool and grown up now we sit in bed or chair hoping not to spill our cup

As we take our pills and eat the swill looking through the glass feeling like a stupid a**

Watching the world pass us by reflecting those moments of joy that made us cry
Even the sorrows seem to be a joyful sigh

The face we see counting the lines and scars though we wear them with honor under a crimson sky as we wipe the tears from our eyes.

Where is our reward but, to feel the reaper's sword as he prods us along that final path in the hope to reach the house of a mysterious lord

There are no promises in this life nor warranty implied to avoid the strife
Yet, we have choices and paths to walk and much idle talk

We may have had many loves and friends to comfort us along the way with many life's lessons, their value is never a waste for they are our guides and teachers in bringing us to ourselves

No matter how old we get or feel one thing is certain upon meeting the end of our time, mommy and daddy we cry for in leading us through the dark and uncertainty sublime

A journey we all must take alone though we are given the hope of a shepherd to lead us to his home.

Memories of our life may flash before us the good and bad alike those footprints in the sand we look for along the hike
We wonder who will be holding our hand when we reach our final stand

Will our folks and long lost friends be there to welcome us to a banquet that never ends?

One can only hope for such a meet
In the meantime let us pray that our lord will our soul he keeps
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Posted: Oct 2022
About this poem:
For someone close I know who is close to leaving for her final journey.
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Unknown

lamplight testimony

On a winters night, stars are cold and bright in the sky.
The slumber of the earth is pure and deep.
From a distant wood drifts the echo of the beast.
The old man stirs and wakens in the night.

He stood before the window gazing at the grave;
Forgotten dreams of passion through his weary mind.
And though his life is empty,
He pretends that she's still there.

With hunger in his soul, he yearns for life and love gone by,
With memories his one and only joy.
And he would gladly give all he had to bring the life,
To raise the one who lies beneath the snow.

He lights a lamp and looks at pictures of the past.
The faces of their youth still glowing with our love.
But the pictures faded...
And time has stolen you away.

With a spoken word that he thought he heard from her lips;
He felt another presence in the room.
He was filled with fear, but filled with joy. He arose.
And turned to face the image that he knew.

She stood before him and her hand reached out for his.
Peaceful light shone in her eyes.
She said "I've come to soothe you'
And that soon we will be as one".

She began to fade, and her image disappeared,
And he was left alone to face another night.
But never in his life had he been so held in awe;
As he faced the apparition of his wife.

He stood before the window gazing at the grave.
And with a lightened heart he saw the first of dawn.
He knew that she was waiting,
And that someday they'd be as one...
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
this was a difficult write. It brought out quite a diversity of feelings; grief, hopelessness apprehensiveness, excitement, and hope. I love the dramatic properties it possesses. I love sad stories with happy endings. Death is not something to be feared.
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Sonikovski

Heaven Seekers

Blue skies tremble under mighty gaze,
Of heaven seekers final days.
Split apart and then undone.
Now the final trip's begun.

But nostalgic glance at whats left behind,
shows hellish wastes that try to bind,
the good, the bad, the rich, the poor.
The faithful folk shall be no more.
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:
24/08/2009
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RavenDevine

Mom

tears fall down my face
I feel cold and empty in this lonely place
it's hard to explain how I feel
I don't want things to go down hill
right now I feel like I can cry
and I hav eno idea why
how I miss the warmth of your arms
and listening to your sweet charms
I can say I truely miss you
and will always love you too
at times when I need to make the right choice
I close me eyes and can hear your wonderful voice
when thingsfor me go wrong
your love helps me stay strong
you were sent from above to be my guardian angel
I know that is so real when things for me fall apart
your love is strong in my heart
I miss you so very much
and the gentlw feel of your touch
Mom I love you and miss you so much
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Posted: Aug 2014
About this poem:
about my mother who passed
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