Poems thread!

[happymasksalesman]

I love poems and songs. They give colors to life and make everything better for me.
Here you can send any poem you like. Also your goods homeland poems or poems you made and want to see others feedbacks.
So lets get started.
Here my faverite one:

Spoiler: English version

"
From the hands of the eye and the heart, both cry out
For whatever the eye sees, the heart remembers
I will forge a dagger with a steel blade
And strike it upon the eye so the heart may be free"
By baba taher

Spoiler: Persian verion

"
ز دست دیده و دل هر دو فریاد
که هر چه دیده بیند، دل کند یاد

بسازم خنجری نیشش ز پولاد
زنم بر دیده تا دل گردد آزاد
"
از بابا طاهر

The poet means everything you see with eyes will become your wish.
To free your heart from this you should control your eyes.
Anyway gald to see your massages

 

[Samatonic]

Searching the emptiest of skies
overflowing with innumerable stars,
I have to find the one
that belongs
to me.

Gazing at galaxies beyond galaxies,
all glorious with evolving wonder,
I ponder her name,
finding no sign to remember.

Lost things, they say,
are sometimes found
in the same accumulations of dust
where they once vanished.

I have to find the lost star
that belongs to me.

-By Faiz Ahmed Faiz.

 

[happymasksalesman]

A great Pakistanis poet. This is so good remind me this guy
Malek alshoaraye bahar,mohamad taghi bahar.

 

[rugal]

from invictus by william ernest henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.

 

[Amag0k1]

As the wind moves, so does time and space.
The moving of grater entities beyond us, around us, hiding from view.
We only see in front of us, from when we wake, we crawl, we stand and we lay.
As time passes, we see more, and understand more, holding on to the before.
Like the entities that are unseen, we hide truth, hoping praying for more.
The dream is all we have, but do we have the will do see beyond it?
As the wind moves, so does time and space.

 

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Spoiler: Original Spanish

Te recuerdo como eras en el último otoño.
Eras la boina gris y el corazón en calma.
En tus ojos peleaban las llamas del crepúsculo.
Y las hojas caían en el agua de tu alma.

Apegada a mis brazos como una enredadera,
las hojas recogían tu voz lenta y en calma.
Hoguera de estupor en que mi sed ardía.
Dulce jacinto azul torcido sobre mi alma.

Siento viajar tus ojos y es distante el otoño:
boina gris, voz de pájaro y corazón de casa
hacia donde emigraban mis profundos anhelos
y caían mis besos alegres como brasas.

Cielo desde un navío. Campo desde los cerros.
Tu recuerdo es de luz, de humo, de estanque en calma!
Más allá de tus ojos ardían los crepúsculos.
Hojas secas de otoño giraban en tu alma.

Spoiler: English Translation

I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.

Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.

I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off:
Grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house
Towards which my deep longings migrated
And my kisses fell, happy as embers.

Sky from a ship. Field from the hills:
Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing.
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.

By Pablo Neruda.

 

[Action_Hank]

I saw you standing there
In the mirror of my heart
And I trembled

You danced the waltz
That I just wrote
Perfectly nimble

I felt the jolt of love
Striking my breast
Feeling my best

I closed my eyes
Just for a sec
And fell back into the depths

Once there was something here
The memory of you and me is less than clear
Feeling hollow in defeat, feeling full and incomplete
Dragging my feet to eschew history

Falling down
I never want to get back up
Eyes open to you

It’s unfair
For you to be up there
When I fell with no conditions

But life’s unfair
And I see attached to me
The chains of my perdition

I’ll stay at the bottom
I’ll climb my chain alone
I’ll suffer on my own in my burning, charcoal home

No one will ever understand
You can pretend you can
But how long until the weight crushes you?

For the sake of you, not me
I will despair in solitude
I will bear this cross alone

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Is that all you ever wanted to show?
That the words would come out of my throat?
I fear we’re not in the same boat, afterall

What is it that you wanted to know?
I’m dying just to let this go, so
Bury me within the rows, in the fall

And it was never something tenable
Nor was it something quite remarkable
The attempt was really rather feeble, afterall

So what did you think? That I could save you?
When I couldn’t even brace myself?
Here’s hoping this was as real to you
As it looks up on my shelf

Tuck me away, slowly, gently
So that I might sleep eternally
Just help me do this one last thing
I swear I’ll never bother again

Hold me tight for the first and last time
We can pretend we never lied
You can go on and leave me behind
It can be as if we weren’t alive, afterall.

 

[ObscureJigglypuff]

Klage.

Dreamless sleep - the dusky Eagles
nightlong rush about my head,
man's golden image drowned
in timeless icy tides. On jagged reefs
his purpling body. Dark
echoes sound above the seas.

Stormy sadness' sister, see
our lonely skiff sunk down
by starry skies:
the silent face of night.

Georg Tralk
_________________'_________________________

I'm vertical.

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them --
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

Sylvia Plath.

 

[_oBSOLEte_]

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me, (with big yawning)
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!

- Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz​

 

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San Martino​

La nebbia a gl'irti colli
piovigginando sale,
e sotto il maestrale
urla e biancheggia il mar;

ma per le vie del borgo
dal ribollir de' tini
va l'aspro odor de i vini
l'anime a rallegra

Gira su' ceppi accesi
lo spiedo scoppiettando:
sta il cacciator fischiando
su l'uscio a rimirar

tra le rossastre nubi
stormi d'uccelli neri,
com'esuli pensieri,
nel vespero migrar.

Saint Martin​

The fog to the steep hills
amid the rain ascends,
and under the mistral
the sea screams and whitens;

but through the alleys of the village
from the bubbling vats
goes the sour sm

Turns on burning logs
the spit, sputtering;
stands the hunter whistling
on the door to gaze

among the reddish clouds
flocks of black birds
as exiled thoughts,
in the twilight migrating.

 

[happymasksalesman]

Spoiler: Persian part

تو نه بر آنی که منم، من نه بر آنم که تویی

من همه در حکم توام، تو همه در خون منی

گر مه و خورشید شوم، من کم از آنم که تویی

با همه ای رشک پری، چون سوی من برگذری

باش چنین، تیز مران! تا که بدانم که تویی

دوش گذشتی ز درم، بوی نبردم ز تو من

کرد خبر گوش مرا، جان و روانم که تویی

چون همه جان روید و دل، همچو گیا خاک درت

جان و دلی را چه محل، ای دل و جانم که تویی

ای نظرت ناظر ما، ای چو خرد حاضر ما

لیک مرا زهره کجا، تا بجهانم که تویی

چون تو مرا گوش کشان، بردی از آن جا که منم

بر سر آن منظره‌ها، هم بنشانم که تویی

مستم و تو مست ز من، سهو و خطا جست ز من

من نرسم لیک بدان، هم تو رسانم که تویی

زین همه خاموش کنم، صبر و صبَر نوش کنم

عذر گناهی که کنون گفت زبانم که تویی

از محمد جلال الدین بلخی(رومی)،مولانا جلال الدین
دیوان اشعار.​

Translated:

Spoiler: English

You don't like me,and I don't like you

You aren't me,and I'm not you.

I'm fully with you,and you are in depths of me(my blood)

Even if I reach sun or moon ,you are more than me(compare poet with other person)

When you come to me with all of your beauty,I expect you come slowly,to make sure you are coming

You leaved last time in front of my house but I didn't notice you.

I heard about it and you are all of my soul and life.

When life and heart(the place human soul is there) grow like a plant

Where remain for life and heart,when you are my heart and life.

The God,you are our watcher and guardian as the knowledge and brain(i mean smartness and science)

But where I dare and able to find out your true highness?(want to say god is greatest and no one can understand it)

When you take me from where I was with your knidness and care to where you were.(still talking with god)

I'm drunk(he doesn't mean he is drunk,he mean he is on other world or he is lost in his thoughts) and you are drunk because of me. All mistake and fails come from me.

I know I won't reach you,but I know I can be near you.

When I say your name I should be silent ,wait and eat "sabar" leaves to more care next time to call your name.("sabar is a bitter plant,the poet want to say "to pay for the sin I made by call your name I should be silent and eat bitter leaves)
By jalalodin mohamad romi,molana
From divan ashare

Molana is one of my favorite poet.
Note:
I tranlsate it to english.if there is any wrong grammar or part you don't undestand tell me,and I will fix it.
Oh and here how it says in Persian.

 

[Antilocal123]

@Capricorn_is_Goat I SUMMON THEE! POST A POEM!

 

[Nebulon_Galaxy]

Life seems to be a black and white silent movie about nothing, flickering silently on film superimposed onto the retinas of my eyes.

The movie is almost over.

My World is a dream; I wanted to sleep just a little more. For a while let me dream away