Détails

Écrit par Lenia

Catégorie parente: Cercle des poètes inconnus

Catégorie : poemes non francophones

Publication : 1 mai 2010

Création : 1 mai 2010

Mis à jour : 16 octobre 2015

Affichages : 1864

Still passing are nights and days,

Grey, sad and borring sight of plain

Way of life. I want to go away !

Run freely, follow out of this rain !

I just want to get out of this fog,

The one of doom reality, to go far

So far from there, where the dreams are,

Please, let me see what is behing the fog !

I just want to let go of what is retraining me !

Get the wings of freedom and fly to other countries

So far from here, where nothing will hurt me !

I just want... to see with my eyes what my heart

Is showing to me ! I deeply want to smell, hear, see,

Touch those grouds... and run away above the reality's sea !!!

Détails

Écrit par BethSorel

Catégorie parente: Cercle des poètes inconnus

Catégorie : poemes non francophones

Publication : 3 juin 2009

Création : 3 juin 2009

Mis à jour : 16 octobre 2015

Affichages : 2471

I had a million things to say

And a million things to thank for

And I didn't know that one day

The pain would break open my door

I just think it wasn't fair

To oblige my body to crawl

Under a layer of despair

Nobody could ever control

I could tell you my story

Recall some dramatic events

I could make you feel sorry

For the past I had to invent

For the love you didn't give me

And all that void I had to face

For my life's an absurdity

Sinking slowly into sadness

Sometimes I hope you remember

With a salty tear of regret

That you had once a daughter

Because I'll never forget

I have built my deepest grief

On this lack of explanation

Which has twisted my belief

And has shaped my damnation

Nobody never told me why

Life is such a suffering

In god we trust is the reply

That makes you think you're something

And mighty death keeps laughing at you

While you're wandering in vein

Trying to figure out what's true

In that universe of pain

My world is full of bodies

Enjoying my endless fall

Life is a bed of roses

With no leaves and no petals

I guess for me there is no way

To escape that beautiful death

And I swear the last words I will say

Will shade god's tears and drawn your faith

So please mourn me when I'm dead

Kiss my morituary pall

Spread some roses on my bed

Then go to hell to rock my soul

And when I'm faced with the devil

I'll threw all my sadness at him

And I will not be scared at all

Because I don't believe in him

And if he wants despite all that

To burn me up in his oven

I'm sure god will take my heart

So I can know what is Heaven

BethSorel - http://bethsorel.blog4ever.com

Détails

Écrit par Lenia

Catégorie parente: Cercle des poètes inconnus

Catégorie : poemes non francophones

Publication : 28 février 2010

Création : 31 mars 2010

Mis à jour : 16 octobre 2015

Affichages : 2913

I am a so much damned soul...

Melancolia is bitting me as a goul !

Please, do not leave me ! I need

You ! I deadly need frienship to be freeded !

I am lost without you, dearest

Pal... You are the only light

The pure one, so bright !

Who helps both my soul and flesh !

I am lost without you, dearest one !

My sanity is running from me, so far

That i can not reach it anymore, so far !

Please, help me, keep me alive !

I need you, do not go ! Stay here !

I can not dot it all alone... to still live...

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Écrit par Ideavagante

Catégorie parente: Cercle des poètes inconnus

Catégorie : poemes non francophones

Publication : 30 mai 2008

Création : 30 mai 2008

Mis à jour : 16 octobre 2015

Affichages : 1622

Blasfema sfiori le stelle
arruffate in capricci
tra drappi incantamenti
e riti
che ottundono la mente
illividita
da troppi “perché”,
“quando”,
“dove”,
“se posso”.

In lampo
s’apre infine ostile
il tuo pensiero,
liquido miele scorre
e si rapprende in ambra
per sciogliersi in assenzio.

Nuoti nel magma antico
ti scorpori in domande
risali alle radici.
Giochi quindi a dadi
le verità sovrane,
leggi nel grande libro
oracoli e condanne.
Sbadiglio t’è il domani
a terra accovacciato,
ipnotico il passato
con luci ti stordisce.

Ed è chimera
il mostro che t’appare
sedotto dal richiamo
che in eco si dipana
d’ingarbugliati cieli.
Risuona da lontano
in pezzi frammentato.

Teresa Ferri