Poetry

well, as i found this thread ,i thought of maybe sharing my thoughts&feelings with you guys: this is one of my first poems in english .i'm actually quite proud of.i think somewhere i have one in french as well. as for the rest of my creations they are in romanian,but i'll try to find an english equivalent for the last one,there is also a variant in english

To Give
To give your heart and soul when you love,
Know the difference between giving and receiving,
Learning to give, you will discover secrets…
When love lives in you, from any smile, look
Any feeling becomes stronger.
Overcome the obstacles, fill the empty hours
When you love, you learn to give
Your heart and soul.
As the years pass by, you learn to build ideals
Live with all the changes around you,
Live a better life with her…love.
Triumph over the hard days, with problems and feelings.
Always know how to lose, having a smile on your face,
Having the hope that next time you will make it.
To see that in a fall, there is always a way out… a second chance
You can take from the beginning
To give your heart, soul and love
Always, like a new day.
Love is the heart of the world…without heart there is no life;
When you love, your heart learns to give… to give


Les Amours mortes/Dead feelings
Mes amours meurt
a cause de l'indifference qui est
parmi les hommes
qui passent toujours indifferents dans la rue.
Les pas des amants desunis
sont effaces par les froides et cruelles vagues.
le sable fin coule lentement vers mon ame...
des amis se promenent
en se faissant des promesses
que je suis sure qu'ils ne peut pas
tenir.
Quels jours heureux j'ai eu...
quand le soleil etait plus brulant qu'aujourd'hui
quand le cile etait plus claire qu'aujourd'hui.
Tout est mort maintenant...ainsi que moi-meme...

All my feelings pass away slowly
Because of the coldness which is among
The indifferent passers-by.
The footsteps of the secluded lovers
Are erased by the cold and cruel waves;
The sunburnt sand course down into my soul…
Friends…lovers… are walking
And making promises I am sure
They will not be able
To keep…
Blithesome days have gone by me
When the sun had brighter rays than today
When the sky was clearer that today.
Everything is dead now… even my soul

was i supposed to write relted to fig.skating? i guess my first english poem could be dedicated to Alexei,since he really gives 150% in the ice:D

alyosha87 wrote:

was i supposed to write relted to fig.skating?

No, you're not It's a topic about all kind of poetry.
Btw, I like what you wrote, epsecially that one in French

Hugs!

Oh! That is such an inspiring poem!!!! Lovely!!!

Lerka, what a lovely poem and in French it even sounds more beautiful

this is a poem I wrote, but I translated it into English so it sounds a bit strange and with mistakes....


there won't be a morning
neither a moon
while I call
here am I
hear my name

we sing about
the domes of today
where it is easy
to sense the sea
or in winter your
deeply lined face

nobody is listening
but I know
that remembering
the best way
of not forgetting is

in the past I was a man
and I had a life
now there's just my name
of whom the shining threadbare
sound remains floating

I breath
with tight
edges of stone
pale and gray
under the last
film of sun

my voice
a broken thread

my name
two pieces carton

rachel, it's gorgeous!!!
plus, you didn't have any mistakes;)

Thank you alyosha

The poem Bea was talking about in another thread is part of a group of poems that the author called MESSAGE!!
A message to the people and to a country that had lots of potical and ecomomic problems in the the early thirties of the 20th century...
It was meant to make the people be proud...

It's like this!

O mar salgado!!!
Quanto do teu sal..
Sao lagrimas de Portugal!!

Por te cruzarmos..
Quantas maes choraram
quantas noivas em vao rezaram
Quantas filhas ficaram por casar ..
Para que fosses nosso , o mar...

Valeu a pena??
Tudo vale a pena..
Quando a alma
Nao e pequena

Quem quer passar alem do Bojador
Tem que passar alem da dor!!!
Deus ao mar o perigo e o abismo deu..
Mas nele e que espelhou o ceu!!!

Fernando Pessoa

The translation is more or less like this!
The salt and the water of the ocean are tears of Portugal, because in the 15th century our people explored and mastered the ocean and in doing this,lots of young men and people died..Mothers cried their hearts out...daughters pprayed day and night for their fathers,... wifes , cried and prayed for their husbands...young brides prayed and cried for the loss of their sweet hearts!the tears were washed to the ocean...
And then , the question.. was it worth while all that suffering and tears???
Yes!! Because we are a courageous people...we descovered a new world too, soo we had to ignore pain!

This poem is considered one of the most beautiful poems in portuguese poetry!

I don't want to be boring, but I found this info in english about this great portuguese poet!

Here!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fernando_Pessoa

Another portuguese with a very british education... he grew up in Durban South Africa!
Oh Dear, Dear!!!

BEIJINHOS!

Wow!!!! Thank you one more time!!! It's no matter? if it your translation or not! It's a really beautiful poem!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't find words on english to explain how i like it!!!!!!

Thanks for your nice, very nice words, Destine!
I am glad you liked the poem!! After all it's part of my soul and culture!




Beijinhos e OBRIGADA!!!

alyosha87 wrote:

w as for the rest of my creations they are in romanian,but i'll try to find an english equivalent

Whoooaa Tell me more, tell me more...Are you romanian?!
I can't belive..I'm not the only one!!

Serena wrote:

Thanks for your nice, very nice words, Destine!
I am glad you liked the poem!! After all it's part of my soul and culture!




Beijinhos e OBRIGADA!!!

OBRIGADA
It's a wonderful poem!! I send it to a friend who is simply in love with Portugal and everything about it. I'm waiting for her feedback.
As for my part, I did try to read it in original...and I understand a bit. Especially after I read the translations.
It's gorgeous to read it in original... it touches your 'alma'

Thanks for your words once more!