Will I have wings
White fluffy feathers
As tall as I
I'll stretch my wings as far as I can
Flap them
Preen then clean them
Make sure there dry
Now my wings are in fine condition
My white robe clean and
Sparkling white
My hallo
Nesstle upon my head
To my charge I am placed to look after him/her
To follow them to take care
My duty to protect
Him/her
Am now
An angel
Heaven sent
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Posted: Feb 2014
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Author: Vazha-Pshavela
Day will come I'll be dead,
Placed with grace into grave,
Heart and feeling I'll mingle
Mingle with cold of the sand…
Worms my heart will beset
Feed voracious on flesh,
To no avail will be sobbing
Of beautiful haired I loved,
To no avail will be wailing
Of violets – sisters of mine.
To no avail will be downfall
Of stars to the plain from above,
To no avail river’s howling,
Rushing from downstream high,
To no avail fall of cracked rock
Down to grove where it’s stuck…
Oh, woe is me, I won’t see them
Turned into the dead as am I.
1886
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
Vazha-Pshavela (1861-1915) - a classic of the Georgian literature - was born in a small village Chargali (Pshavi mountainous province in Eastern Georgia) in a family of clergyman. He was a Georgian thinker, poet and writer. Vazha-Pshavela wrote most of his verses, poems and stories in the vicinity of his native village. His poems and narrative stories are widely translated into a number of languages (translations into English by Donald Rayfield, Venera Urushadze, Lela Jgerenaia, Nino Ramishvili, and others).
This one is not quite as joyful as one would expect of someone who's been away for so long, but this is what I have chosen to translate this time, dear poets. I have added the video of a recital of this poem for those who would like to hear how it sounds in Georgian.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zix_Qsjhoq8
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You ever walk among a crowd
But feel you don't exist
Looking around
There are couples everywhere
Wondering if someday
"Will that be me?"
Then realizing
No one even notices you exist
Some, Like us,
Exist only because
We are strong
Threw thick
Or thin
Pain
Or happiness
We know
This life
Is temporary.
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
depressed and have felt like i don't exist my whole life.
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Death is not thee end
Fear it
See it
Feel it
It happens every day around you
Sitting back you realize
Some day you will be called
For some where out beyond the distant stars
A new life awaits
Away from the harm of this world
No more pain
No more suffering
Close your eyes and dream
Your biggest dream
Happiness will find you
Be free forever more.
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
i have lost many but just keep telling myself that their in a better place.
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The road is short
The flashing light sound
Do I cross or do I go
The barriers decend
Quick time to cross
Oh dear am stuck
I push and pull
I cannot move
Oh dear I've pushed my
Luck
Th re in the distance it draws near
Faster faster it draws near
Crash bang
The angels decend
To gods resting place I asend
My new wings I collect my hallo
I have gaind
For I've pushed my luck again :-) ----------,
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Posted: Feb 2014
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Author: Allama Iqbal
Consumed with grief I am, I get relief in no way
O circumambient waters of the Ganges drown me
Our land foments excessive mutual enmity
What unity ! Our closeness harbors separation
Enmity instead of sincerity is outrageous
Enmity among the same barn’s grains is outrageous
If the brotherly breeze has not entered in a garden
No pleasure can be derived from songs in that garden
Though I exceedingly love the real closeness
I am upset by the mixing of waves and the shore
The miraculous poet is like the grain from the barn
The grain has no existence if there is no barn
How can beauty unveil itself if no one is anxious for sight
Lighting of the candle is meaningless if there is no assembly
Why does the taste for speech not change to silence
Why does this brilliance not appear out from my mirror
Alas! My tongue poured its speech down
When war’s fire had burnt the garden down
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Posted: Feb 2014
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Author: Allama Iqbal
LOVE AND DEATH (Adapted From Lord Alfred Tennyson)
The hour of the Universe' appearance was charming
The flower-bud of life was showering smiles
Here the golden crown, the sun was getting
There the moon its moon-light was getting
The dark gown to the night was being given
Training of brightness to stars was being given
The Existence's branch was getting leaves here
The bud of life was bursting out there
The angels were teaching weeping to the dew
For the first time the rose was laughing
They were conferring pathos on the poet's heart
Khudi for the wine of Bekhudi was pining 2
For the first time dark black clouds were appearing
As if some Houri of Paradise with open hair was standing
The earth was claiming elegance of the sky
The space was claiming to be boundless
In short so beautiful the sight was
That seeing it in itself a panorama was
The angels their flying powers were testing
Eternal lights from their foreheads were appearing
An angel called Love there was
Whose guidance everyone's hope was
The angel who the embodiment of restlessness was
Angel among angels and restless like mercury he was
He was going towards the Paradise for a stroll
He met death on its way by the destiny's roll
He asked death, "What is the name and work of yours?
I do not want to encounter the face of yours"
Hearing this said the angel of death
"My work is clear, I am the angel of death
I shatter the chattels of existence
I extinguish the spark of life
The magic of annihilation is in my eyes
The message of destruction is its symbol
But there is one entity in the Universe
It is fire, I am only mercury before it
It lives in the human heart as a spark
It is the darling of the Divine Light
It constantly drips as tears from the eyes
The tears whose bitterness is tolerable"
When Love heard this from the death's lips ,
Laughter started appearing from its lips
The thunder of such smile descended on death
How can darkness stay in front of such light?
On seeing eternity to death it fell
Death it was, to death it fell.
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Posted: Feb 2014
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Author: Unknown
You have dreamed of living in the shining stars
You have dreamed of flying to the glamorous sky
If, i could, if i could be your dream, day after day
I wanna be where you are, day by day
Believe in me,believe in you, Hey i wanna fly just like the butterfly
Let me take you there, more higher, more higher....
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Posted: Feb 2014
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The Hope Love Gives
I see you in my dreams each night,
I forget that you have gone away,
Until the break of the morning light,
Then I struggle with another day.
It is in dreams where we meet again,
Where I touch your cheek and know
That you await beyond the pain
Where love and mercy ever flow.
These dreams are His gift to me,
Where stars above a sandy beach
Are the same ones we used to see,
But you are now beyond my reach.
Beyond doubt I know you live on,
Because my love for you still lives,
For if truly you were ever gone,
Then gone would be the the hope love gives.
G W M/ 22 Sept, 2012
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Posted: Feb 2014
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Her beauty never rests,
Even though she's gone,
But as long as she's remembered,
It will shine on and on.
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
My grandmother died my sophmore year in high school. I wrote this poem very shortly after passed.
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