Happiness is what makes life colorful and religion is what makes life meaningful
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Happiness is what makes life colorful and religion is what makes life meaningful
Oh moon!
You are there again for me to gaze upon you
My life had been hollow without yearning of you
I wish I could seek this madness without stepping into sadness
I wish I could burn my soul without turning it into ashes
This unleashed madness knows no right or wrong
This woeful rapture had no harness in all this life long
This bittersweet dream longs for no awakening
Have been drifting in this doom, no avail is regret or ruing
Oh life!
In your emptiness, in your ephemeral faces, in your bittersweat taste,
I laugh, laughter of the sufferer
the rapture of the agoniser
Never have trodden ways of destiny, without facing uncertainty
Never have shown my endless dreaming, without falling into stammering
Now tell me, is this the way you were meant to be?
To drag me to the grounds that I couldn't imagine to be
Now I am unbeliever to your ways and signs
Now I found another redemption to cross your lines
Woe to whom to accompany you in this suffering
Woe to whom to not laugh harder in his self slaying
Oblivion
so marooned i am in this endless shore of eternity
beneath this lofty sky, bewildered by everything at my sight
drifted on the waves of destinty, so back and forth I am moving
destiny, twisted face turned to me, the burdon of molding it fell on me
the waves come and go, the rocks remain steadfast, baffled foams in between
to reason all these tokens granted to me, reflecting have I been
in vain though I have mused so far, found some consoling feelings inside
prisoner of my whims I have got, buliding a beacon to veil the lights of stars
since then ghost ships harbour in the haven of my spirit, enticed to embark
vagued destiny yet certain it looms up, oblivion is that destiny
The Wanderer
On the trails of hope
In longing for the sea
I have to cross this ridge
That's the onset of this wandering
The enticement of impossible dreams
Never liked hiking in the plains
Forever rising, that's my plea
Yet enfolded in cold spirits
Weary of my humanity
Lagging, nagging this destiny
l"I cannot surpass this hideous monster
The failure, the fell shadow I sire
This aloft pinnacle never bows to my hunger"l
Thus the sore in my heart murmured
But the greatness of the sky,l
The nocturnal sight before my eyes
The consoler of this carrying heart
That’s foredoomed and cannot go awry
Neither this toil I regret, nor I leave
The wanderer I am and will to be
Cherishable is this pain and blessed be
As long as this pain makes me, me
The Old Mountain Defile
The cold breathe of winter
The Bones pierced by frost
The steps impeded by distrust
Surrounded, the stench of fright
The meandering road under brown night...
Left impassable against the strand of time
The grieve of despair, silver fills the eyes
Still marching forward with deprived mercy of skies
The will of night
Night, bearer of my despair
In this muteness I hear your pray
Clad in dark garment, to conceal your crave
Thus you crave for fare
To will me to descend into your deepest way
Whence I have climbed everyday
Downfall, what I acquired in this trade
Easy prey I have been to be ensnared
To light lantern at your abyss I aspire
Bound to this oath each night I go under
mirage of despair
Cumbersome is the burden of wretchedness...
the lorn remnant of this endurance
To bury this burden, I must traverse this garden
To carry was once my ambition, to cease is termination
I admit the garden road will never fade before my eyes
My eyes are shut, no longer able to look into mirth
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I still hear ur voice
I miss u but what can I do?
your phone is off...
I see our pictures and the tears fall...
childhood memories just full of you,
hate the road that took u from us
a part of me died the day I saw u sound asleep...
the pain is too real, God I can't take it...
now that I've lost u I know what u mean to me
no matter how much I cry, it won't soothe the pain
friends around,but no one can take your place
you are missed ...
sorry if it doesn't seem like a poem...
It's a translation actually ...
Dwelt in my heart, the love of those dark eyes,
Ti's the heavenly fate, no way otherwise,
Has hurt me much: the rival; no peace, no compromise,
Won't the sigh of the morning-riser to the skies rise.l
مرا مهر سیه چشمان ز سر بیرون نخواهد شد
قضای آسمان است این و دیگرگون نخواهد شد
رقیب آزارها فرمود و جای آشتی نگذاشت
مگر آه سحرخیزان سوی گردون نخواهد شد
how i wish to stay motionless and gaze out to sea
to heed nothing more and sit there
dazed and disoriented
to be washed away from every bit of cumbersomeness with swaying waves
to be melted down within the sea
to join eternity
I'm in love with happiness
she adorns herself every night
under the moon light
beside the life pond
(Happiness's been animated)
نقل قول:...Off-topic
...If "happiness" is a "she", it shouldn't be translated
:n16:
Who can enjoy
A sea without tide
A day without night
A hell without hole
A jungle without owl
To the loftiness of your golden hair
To your act of ignoring me, I swear
To your whippy lashes, my chains ...
In the shinning days of this sad chronicle
Nothing revealed just the sunless hell
Of your sinister laughing at my pains ...
( the colors declare rhymes )
نقل قول:So glamorous & brilliant
In your hell of a life
Nobody sees the sins of her prideSo, let’s play ignorantCozWhere ignorance is bliss it is folly to be wise
This night, amid the woods grouse
I long for an embrace of a divine soul
My glass of delight is empty
fed up to drench my smoldering eyes
Only solace is caressing of this whim
""you will come back to me"
sometime...
i believe if prophets could come to our age and see what the most holy people do by the name of religion , they would become atheists
"The road not taken"
,Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
;To where it bent in the undergrowth
,Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
,Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that the passing there
,Had worn them really about the same
And both that morning equally lay
.In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
.I doubted if I should ever come back
I shall be telling this with a sigh
:Somewhere ages and ages hence
T,wo roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
...And that has made all the difference
"Robert Frost"
1963- 1874
!sorryنقل قول:
This topic is for your own poems
I didn't read the first post
this isn't my own poem
نقل قول:
I'm quite sure no one would've noticed the misplacement of your post (if you hadn't pointed it out) as people in this forum barely tend to post on such threads
نقل قول:
:n26: i think everything should be perfect
I'm full of blessedness these days
The white glory of sunshine is diffused upon my gravestone
No wind ever shakes my serene corpse
No rain ever falls here or snow
I'm mightiest of all
Listen to angels' lyre , feast on ambrosia and nectar
Professionals don't see situations and they can't handle too much stress
They are just professional dabblers
This poem's about HAZE weather that I wrote
.I know it's too sissy
.But I wanted to be a bee
.Who lives in a tree
.In front of a sea
,I live in a City
.The air is too filthy
.I don't wanna die
.So I'm gonna fly
!Don't cry
!!!Okay
I stay untill May
!!!The weather will be BETTER
I'm the son of Flore and Bacchus
I'm thirsty
I wish I could drink a drop from Hippocrene
The happy memories of my youthful days are vagueBut
The memory of my mother's loving face is vague
Yes, I have a vague memory of my childhood's rhymes
These vague memories won't be diminished by time