Poetry, Anyone?

Why not just post it here, no matter the language, poetry is poetry...
Edit: Decided while I'm at it I should share some of my works...


Deranged, inadequate
My apology -not making much sense to you, do I?
No worries, I will
Once you, marvelous, head up high
Have hit rock bottom
Come together, down here
Read my words
From my lips
As, tasting of whiskey, I whisper
To your broken bones, crushed heart
Deranged, displaced, you'll still find your way
Into this mess
Inadequate: me, patronizing, disapproving,-
We are, after all, the same
 
I have no idea what to title this. Oh, well, here goes.

Somewhere to go to keep everythying
In line is all I need to keep myself from
Falling apart
I'm on the border of fantasy and reality
And I don't know which way to go
I need inpiration to go on

Trying to distinguish truth from lies
All the critical thinking makes me ache
Deep inside
So hard to put your trust in anyone
Honesty is so hard to find these days
The world is sifting through my fingers
Picking apart my dreams until there's nothing left

The cards I'm delt aren't the best
And I don't know how to play
I'm being cheated
The turmoils of life come at me hard
But I do the best I can
Every step of the way
 
MiaCharlize said:
Well, some around here do and for the others you could try to translate it or just explain what it's about.
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Translating isn´t good, because it would destry the message. Explaining would be a possibility. Guess I´ll try today evening.
 
If you need help I'll have a look at it :) You're right though, poetry often gets lost in translation. Then again, sometimes it does work, I've done some english/german translations for school and they worked out pretty well...
 
Thanks for your offer. Sometimes it might work. But this poem wouldn´t be the same in English. Never ever. :D
I´ll post it in German and explain.
 
I made a new poem.

I trusted you.
I still trust you.
But this is just one thing.
One thing I can't tell you.

I trusted you.
I still trust you.
I want to tell you.
But I can't.

I trusted you.
I still trust you.
But if I tell you,
our friendship will never be the same.
 
I just love you,
with all my heart.
I care about you,
with all my heart.

With all my heart,
I think about the distance.
With all my heart,
I think about the distance between us.

The distance in miles.
The Distance in Kilometres
The distance, physically.
The distance, emotionally.

This is never going to work out.
 
wrote this today and liked it enough to post. inspired by and dedicated to janey and her beautiful wife because they make me believe in love again

it feels to me
as if we'd been in love
our entire lives
because it's natural
easy
beautiful
the simplicity of you and me
communicating without words
whispering in touches
conveying truth with the eyes
in our perfect world
behind closed doors
behind the life outside
we're safe
and sound
together
and you hold my hand
to me that feels
as if we'd been in love
our entire lives

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btw,
I love this thread, there's some real nice pieces of work in here, just wanted to say that out loud :)
 
I love this thread, there's some real nice pieces of work in here, just wanted to say that out loud.
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I agree, I just looked through this thread, and most of you have some really good stuff going on here. I'm told I'm a good poet, but we'll see, I think I'm pretty good at it myself, but I can't just sit down and write a poem, I need a muse! lol

Anyway, here are a few of my better ones, they're from last spring break, but I was on a roll during spring break, I need to write some new ones! lol

What does love mean to you?


She put her head in her hands
Forced to choose
She didn’t know what to do
In between two things
Her two loves
Her job, and a man
Every word he said to her
Left her wanting more
She yearned for him
There was only one problem
She worked with him
She was professional
And she was very good at what she did
If she was caught with him
She would surely be fired
Is it all worth it
What does love mean to you
Is it worth losing your job
One that you worked so hard for
Or do you chance it all
For a shot at a happy life
It’s one or the other
The fork in the road
Which one do you chose?

I think the one above is the best poem I've ever written, but I'm always looking to improve. Here are a few others:

Don’t give up

Don’t give up on your dreams
You never know
You might just get that one chance
That one opportunity
Don’t let it pass you by
Take it and give it all you’ve got
Because that one chance might just be it
Might just be your ticket
To what you have always wanted
To what you worked so hard for
So give it that extra effort
Because after it’s all done and over with
It feels amazing
No one can touch you
Or bring you down
Don’t give up on your dreams
You might end up regretting it


My girls

We were born and raised in a small little town
Not more than a thousand kids in our school
We valued the small things
The formal dances since seventh grade
The girls nights out
The birthday parties and sweet sixteen’s
We stuck together through everything
Made up for ever fight we had
No matter how big or small
Supported each other to make the right decisions
Laughed while others threw away their lives
With alcohol, drugs, and sex
We went through hell to get that surprise party set up
Gushed over our crushes with each other
Discussed projects and inclement teachers
Copied papers and gave hints on tests
We’ve been through it all
And we’re shaping up for some great futures
It’s all because of you
All because of my girls.
 
Two rather sad poems I made some time ago. Enjoy!


So long

I'm opening my eyes.
What a pretty sunrise.
Whispering you awake

But I am speaking to air,
because you are not there
and will never come back...

Wherever you're now.
I´ll make it somehow.
I will face our destiny.
Just promise you'll wait for me!


Number two is a German one. Explaination see end.

Kein Auge zugemacht

Umgeben von Dunkelheit
Erfüllt mich Verlassenheit
Schon längst Schlafenszeit

Gerade wird es Mitternacht
Noch kein Auge zugemacht
Schmerzvoll zurückgedacht

Du bist weg und ich fasse es nicht
Daher schreibe ich dieses Gedicht
Eine Träne tropft mir vom Gesicht
Und verdampft im roten Totenlicht

*for the English people among us:
The second poem is about sleeplessness and desire. It tells about missing someone, who is somewhere else now.
It ends with

Spoiler


a teardrop falling falling into a gravelight.


Spoiler end
 
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