Poems thread!

[happymasksalesman 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 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 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.

 

[LiberoVulpesLiberoVulpes's icon]

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​

 

[Deleted member 884]

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 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.

 

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@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

 

[Amag0k1]

@Capricorn_is_Goat I SUMMON THEE! POST A POEM!

Summoned! red phantom Summoned!
Like a pointer, to my heart, i spend time to dig.
The chunk does not move, i push on.
I pick and pick but it does not move
I point to tissue, and i sweep and pull.
I blow and blow and blow, and it is lose.
The picking towards victory, the picking towards release.
Like a pointer, to my hears i spend time to dig.

 

[RunicOrangejuice]

@Capricorn_is_Goat I SUMMON THEE! POST A POEM!

you summoned me. if things go better today, i'll consider posting one here.

 

[LiberoVulpesLiberoVulpes's icon]

Spoiler: Original Spanish

Dónde estarán los siglos, dónde el sueño
de espadas que los tártaros soñaron,
dónde los fuertes muros que allanaron,
dónde el Árbol de Adán y el otro Leño?
El presente está solo. La memoria
erige el tiempo. Sucesión y engaño
es la rutina del reloj. El año
no es menos vano que la vana historia.
Entre el alba y la noche hay un abismo
de agonías, de luces, de cuidados;
el rostro que se mira en los gastados
espejos de la noche no es el mismo.
El hoy fugaz es tenue y es eterno;
otro Cielo no esperes, ni otro Infierno.

Spoiler: English Translation

Where will be the centuries, where the dream
of swords that the Tartars dreamed of,
where the strong walls that they leveled,
where the Tree of Adam and the other Log?
The present is alone. The memory
set the time succession and deceit
It's the clock routine. Year
is no less vain than vain history.
Between dawn and night there is an abyss
of agonies, of lights, of care;
the face that is seen in the worn
night mirrors is not the same.
The fleeting today is dim and is eternal;
Don't expect another Heaven, nor another Hell.

By Jorge Luis Borges.

 

[RunicOrangejuice]

well, lets see. lets see.
i wonder if i can link to my old tread, if it even exists.
lets see:

Some Of My Old Poetry

I decided to post a bit of my old poems I made around year 2000 or so. People seem to like new material I made, and I've been getting positivity from a member here on poems I've already showed them. I wanted you all to see the chain-flow madness that is my own unfiltered thoughts. (Not NFSW...

retrogametalk.com

a whole thread :) those will be my submissions here for now. @happymasksalesman nice to see another writer :)

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@Antilocal123 :
I can't resist!
These were the very first and second poems i made on here. Final Fantasy 8 "raps" :)
ppl seemed to like them, and it got me back into writing after being @15 years away from it.
So, here they are:

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These were my original posts on the "Survey" thread, a few kind folks here seem to like them. I made the first one yesterday, and the one about "Diablos" last night. I thought them both up kind of fast, with the Diablos one being faster. They are both full of FF 8 references. They are probably bad or cheesy to some, but I hope some of you can get something out of them. The beat for them is "Clint Eastwood" (Gorillaz)

My rhymes are cheesy macaroni
My face is manly and cartoony
All on a 4:3 pixilation
Lo-Res- R,Y,G variation
I'm stuck in Time Compression
ATB fills in succession
Is that Squall, Is he dead?
That's what the CreepyPastas said
And with him an evil Heartilly
My eyes are playing tricks, that's silly
Grievers starting to make us bleed
But we can do this, we're SEED
And I'm starting to get dejected
Cause all our Gfs are getting Ejected
Our Crisis it at level 4
We need to hold out more
But soon I fear the end:
White Wind!
Now we're back in Non-Critical Status
Shockwave-Pulsars being thrown at us
Hell's Judgement! Now Lionheart's a risk
Zell beats down with Armageddon Fist
Meteor Angel is in the air
Casting spells in 2 and 3 pairs
Around me whispers, I remember these
Reflected childhood memories
Useful spells are getting low
So to her lower body we go
A field of flowers opens then:
The End

Here is the second one:

We're in a lamp with a meanie genie
With some serious demonic depravity
when he casts his party gravity
Altering cosmic dimensionality
And our own bodily reality
With one-hit physical fatalities

 

[happymasksalesman happymasksalesman]

@Capricorn_is_gaot
I like fan made poems.Your poem for Diablo4 was so good. I make some poems and stories sometimes. I forget my poems a lot of time but stories....well I never forget them. I maybe make a thread for stories too.

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Well I forget my new translation,from a great song here it comes!:

Spoiler: Persian

به زنده رودش سلامی ز چشم ما رسانی

ببر از وفا کنار جلفا به گل چهرگان سلام ما را

شهر پر شکوه قصر چلستون کن گذر به چارباغش

گر شد از کفت یار بی وفا کن کنار پل سراغش

بنشین در کریاس یاد شاه عباس بستان از دلبر می

بستان پی در پی می از دست وی تا کی تا بتوانی

ساعتی در جهان خرم بودن بی غم بودن بی غم بودن

با بتی دلستان همدم بودن محرم بودن با هم بودن

ای بت اصفهان زان شراب جلفا ساغری در ده ما را

ما غریبیم ای مه بر غریبان رحمی کن خدا را
از محمدتقی بهار
​

Spoiler: English

Go to isfahan(name of city) see the second heaven.

Say a hi to zenderod(a great river in city) from our eyes.

Becuae of your trouth take our hi to side of jolfa(a site/stead in isfahan) to beauty people(poet means good people)


City of glory(poet means city filled with glory).palace's of chelsoton(it has 20 pile which have 20 reflected in water,so they call it "chel" which mean 40)see it's charbagh(4 big garden in city)

If you lost your yar(beloved one) search around the bridge(on the river I said before)

Sit on the chair in remind of king abbas(great king who choose isfahan as capital.he had snappish character make him know good and bad both) and get sharab(not sure how I should tranlate it,it means wine but i think he meant love) from delbar(beloved)

Take it over and over(means take sharab over and over again) till you could.

A moment(note: this is a arabic word which means a second/moment and use in persian too) being happy in this world, don't having sadness,dont having sadness

Stay With a idol which take heart(he means city),talikng and stay together.

Hey the idol,isfahan. give us a jolfa's wine(means beautiful views from there)

We are stranger(means the poet isn't from isfahan) hey moon(talking with beloved) show mercy to strangers,god.

By mohamad taghi bahar

Note:tranlate this one was a bit harder. This poem made for describe the beauty of city.

Here is whole poem in persian with voice.

The singer is mohamad jalaledin taj:

 

[RunicOrangejuice]

@happymasksalesman :
it wasn't about Diablo 4, it was about the GF Diablos in Final Fantasy 8 :)
well, you should make that thread :)

 

[happymasksalesman happymasksalesman]

Oh sorry then
I will make that thread soon but first I should finish my sotry, light killer.

 

[JustLooking123]

I found this poem in The Faery Tale Adventure (md) game, and it was said by a blind beggar whenever we gave him some gold.

Lovely jewels glint in night
Give me the gift of sight

I loved this poem very much.

 

[happymasksalesman happymasksalesman]

A good game poem.
this reminds me legend of zelda minish cap Percy. I think he was only poet in whole series:
These are his poems:

"When misfortune rains down upon my head, it pours in torrents! I think I may have dropped it in the inn I stayed at last night... I see no other course than to put these tragic events to verse. I see stars beyond the rainbow, But I cannot reach them. Though the stone I lost is small, Large was its place in my heart."

"When misfortune rains down upon my head, it pours in torrents! I wonder if I dropped that stone fragment in the inn last night. I see no other course than to put these tragic events to verse. I see stars beyond the rainbow, But I cannot reach them. Though the stone I lost is small, Large was its place in my heart."

"Apart or whole, These two are one. Two lost and broken halves, Like me and my beloved."

"When I finally returned to my home, sweet home, a stranger was there! I'm an extremely shy person, and I just can't talk to someone I don't know! So...I had to put my feelings to verse! While I was gone, did you break in To practice your thieving art? Even if you rob my home, You can never steal my heart."
He was a shy poet in fact....and yes he talk too much as a shy!

 

[_Lorenzo_]

Here is a poem by Khalil Gibran that I love very much and that many parents should read. It is from his collection of poems "The Prophet" (1923)

On Children

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

 

[happymasksalesman happymasksalesman]

Khalil Gibran

His book "prophet" has tranlate to 100 langauge!
Whole poem is great and want to say "children won't follow patch of their parents sometimes" I really like it.
well I actually collecting these good poems to read them and find more of them in future in my kiling time.
Thanks for this good poem.
Jack bring me the note!yes i know this is 00 pm but who care? Bring it now our you will join to darvin in another snakc time!(a joke)

 

[RunicOrangejuice]

5:42pm-4/30/2025-The Narcissist Chronicle
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Today I bought some feminine razors and shave cream. Yesterday I bought cherry blossom body wash. I also bought food.

I don’t feel much of anything now. When one is alone, emotion is a weakness. When in a group, emotion is a weakness. Saying anything you feel is too much. I see the trick is to placate enough people. To get on their side. Then it’s okay to be as much of an ass as one wants. No matter who you are.

Here is a poem:
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Ultimecia Self-Talk


waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

<Another Knew Host>

WaiTing. WaiTing. WaiTing.

The world was on the brink.
of that elusive Time Kompression.

Watching the years.
Watching Growth.
That simple love…

No. No. No.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

It was Meddling!
Fools!
A Vain promise.
A Vain execution.

Spanning the Generations
Lokust Seed!

So,
What should I say to all of you?
Reflect on your Childhood.
The Better Memories
come be A Part

What should I say?
I Want To Feel Love Too.
A Singularity.

A Price Beyond Death