Do you like, write poetry!? ..... Yes...So this post is for you..... I would like to read your poetry or other, so to your keyboard please.
Thanks
To start here's a modest one :
THE RAIN
After a long time It begin to rain All the people are happy When they look at the skey's weepy As wether it says : sorry At all things and don't worry Oh, soil forgive me And you tree, excuse me It's the time to let you But I'll come back to see you
This is for you, my best friend, the one person i can tell my soul too Who can relate to me like no other Who I can laugh with to no extents, Who I can cry too when times are tough, Who can help me with the problems of my life.
Never have you turned your back on me Or told me I wasnt good enough Or let me down
I don't think you know what that means to me You have went through so much pain and you still have time For me. And I love you for listening even when inside YOU are dying And I look up too you because you are strong, and caring and beautiful. Even though you don't think you are.
And I hope you know that I am always here To listen to you laugh and cry and help In all the ways that i can And I will try to be at least half the friend you are To me.
I hope you know I would not be the person I am today, with out you.
Hi ilhamon, I love poetry but I'm mostly in love with old poets and old school poetry. When I write it's almost always in Arabic, where I feel the most comfortable. But amongst the new poets, here's one that in my view is really good, I hope you know the poet and writer Maya Angelo, here's one of her famous poems for you:
The title is: Still I Rise
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
let me join the bunch and express my interest and appreciation of the musicality you all show in your verses. Almoutanabi was/ is one my favorites along with Al AACHA, Sanajato Al AARAb...the list is long. Maya is vey popular as Black American poet who's well respected and so "cool" or smooth in using words to talk about suffering of the human heart.
Good try Ilhamoun. Write more, don't count the words, let it flow and you'll be amazed. waiting to read some Moutanabi
Hello Yani, I hope when you said waiting to read some Moutanabi that you were talking about the real one, because the fake one is not planing on posting anytime soon, he can't dare to do that, he's a chiken!!!!lol
Almotanabi : do you read for who old poets : mahmoud darouich, asaad rostom, amal don9ol, kamal nachat, alghaouarismi, rassan alimam, taoufi9e ziad......So do you read for someone of this lists?
I don't now Maya Angelo, but now I him or her, and I like very very well the poem
Hello ktikita, I read poetry that sound and feel good, no mater who the poet is. But if I have to make a list of my favorites, It will start something like this. Abou alalaa Almotanabi, of course Al imam achafii Al aacha Albouhtouri Ibn zaydoune and all poetry from the Andalusia era. Passing by all the good stuff from the new era, I love Nizar Kebbani, Mahmoud Darwish, ahmed matar, Modaffar annawab is one of my very favorite, and if you havn’t read any of his work, do it, you will not regret. Believe me I can go on for hours, but in general, any good poetry that make you move, I also like to read French and American, or I should say English poets, too.
Here’s my favorite web site for Arabic poetry, I already posted it for you in the general forum. [www.adb1.com] Let us know if you have some good poetry sites, cheers,
Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you, That is how I know you go on
Far across the distance And spaces between us You have come to show you go on
Near, far, wherever you are I believe that the heart does go on Once more you open the door And you're here in my heart And my heart will go on and on
Love can touch us one time And last for a lifetime And never let go till we're one
Love was when I loved you One true time I hold to In my life we'll always go on
Near, far, wherever you are I believe that the heart does go on Once more you open the door And you're here in my heart And my heart will go on and on
There is some love that will not go away
You're here, there's nothing I fear, And I know that my heart will go on We'll stay forever this way You are safe in my heart And my heart will go on and on
Maya Angelo...I didn't know this poet , but I like her poem very much...It's like she was descrinbing my feelings of the moment !
I write poems when I feel bad and when I want to express my feelings of love or friendship.
Here's a small poem I wrote this week.
The Title : Life ain't bad
Life ain't happy everyday All I see is misery, hate and anger Many times I felt depressed,no wonder I'm on war with myself again I'm injured but I don't feel the pain
Everything is dark in front of me but Thank to Allah life is not so bad I know inside of me i'm not gonna be forever sad
And whatever what people say I don't give a damn about it I'm gonna stand up and throw all this s*** away I'm gonna show them they're so damn wrong about me I'm not that weak I can be strong You'll see...
My heart's tears are the DeadRose' water ! I can be what I wanna be if I do my best I will be the best! Mess with the BEST... You'll die like the rest...
I like your poem Deadrose, Wow, I like the power and determination in it, but I can't help but also look at the sadness or I should say the anger at things, and yes that's what poetry is suppose to give us, a field to express our feeling. I hope you're not as angry as this real good poem describe you to be, I like to call you not Deadrose but alive one. Good writing. Cheers,
It's true that I was angry when I wrote it, but it's a poem about hope and determination. I assure you I'm not angry anymore. Writing this poem helped me to evacuate this anger.
My nickname "DeadRose" is not a sad one by the way!
I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known Don't know where it goes But it's home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone I walk alone
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'Til then I walk alone
I'm walking down the line That divides me somewhere in my mind On the border line Of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines What's f***ed up and everything's alright Check my vital signs To know I'm still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone I walk alone
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'Til then I walk alone
I walk this empty street On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams Where the city sleeps And I'm the only one and I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me 'Til then I walk alone...
This is a song I like very much...it´s just like it was written for me..
Please my dear friends , share your poems or loved songs with us
It's been a hard, long, painful journey. Nonetheless, beautiful and amazing. Love, what is love? No one seem to understand...well at least I don't. Is love a selfish thing just to keep yourself happy? or is love being selfless but hurting others to keep them safe? I chose the latter. I know it's a stupid choice, the person getting hurt thinks so too I guess. Love's like a flower to me, it blossoms.. but after a while.. it dies.. the most you can savour the loveliness by drying the flower when it's still beautiful, young. dry it.. and it stays that same withered beauty forever. Maybe that's why i called myself DeadRose, I rather dry it early than to let it die off, prettier that way...It's rather sad how screwed up my thinking is sometime.. but once the rose is dead.. it can't die anymore.. I wonder when will it ever rejuvenate. But can something dead be brought back to life?
poisoned thoughts hurtful emotions all in the name of love a silly excuse.
Dear Deadrose I looked to some of your messages and find out that you do live in Lille. The last year,in a conference ,I met a moroccan chemist who works as maître de conferences at the university of Lille. I do not remember his name but I still have the list of the participents. He spent a year as a humboldt fellow in Götingen, Germany. May be you know him.Who knows Take care
I´m sorry I made you worry about me and I thank you for that my dear friends...You don´t have to worry anymore I feel much better now...I´m still breathing so far...I wrote the lines above under stress and in a moment of sadness and fear. Maybe I shouldn´t have written that in this forum...I apologize for that.
Krim, I don´t know that chemist...It´s not my section at all
I’m very glad to hear that you’re OK. To the contrary, I think you did the right thing by writing the post; writing helps us express our feeling and let the steam out. Don’t forget you have friends in this forum who do care, and that’s what I like about this group of people. Take care for now and enjoy Lille, one of my favorite cities where I have so many good memories. Cheers,
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