FORUMUL SCRIITORILOR AMATORI :: <" Illusion & Dream ">

Trimis: 13/07/2009 22:55

Punctul meu forte era, si cred ca mai e, proza, dar cum nu-mi prea place sa scriu astfel de texte, m-am gandit sa incerc cu poezii. In engleza, in romana ceva nu-mi place cum suna. :lol:

Sper ca e ok daca le postez aici, data fiind limba. Deocamdata am scris 3:

Gone.Dead.Broken. (am incercat sa ilustrez sentimentele care insotesc o despartire)

You were the sun that warmed me
But now I`m freezing.
You were the moon that shook my feelings around
But now they`re not in me anymore.
You were the wind that held me
But now I`m discovered.
You were the flower that melted me
But now I`m like a stone.
You were my world, my heart, my soul.
But now they all are gone,
Are dead,
Are broken.
Like the teardrops fading on my cold cheek
Like the life draining out of me.
Everything`s gone
And I feel I`m not living anymore.

Angel (Michael Jackson mi-a inspirat poezia, sau mai bine spus, disparitia lui... :( )

Yesterday you were here
Singing, dancing and laughing.
The most brightly star,
The most purest man.
You always knew how to make us vibrating,
How to gather together the negru and white,
How to love the life,
How to love everything’s around us,
How to gave love even if we receive hate.
You taught us the life is worth living
And our dreams are all we need.

You made the world a better place
For you,
For us,
For our children,
For God’s creations.

Never understood,
For ever good.

Today you left at the angels
`Cause they need you more than we do.
You will always live in the depth of our soul
Through your music, your dance and your great heart.
I hope is better on the other side
At the Neverland in the skies.
Now you will forever sing for God,
Your first love.
But I still can't say goodbye…

Phoebe (e vb despre o fata care nu s-a multumit cu ce avea si a patit-o :-s )

She was a young girl
Her name was Phoebe.
One day she left home
And didn’t come back.

With her blonde hair,
Blue eyes and slim body
She thought all the world
Stay at her feet.
In short time she realized
How bad the people really are.

She trusted a man
Who said is amazing
But very soon
He made her goin’ crazy.

“Touch my body”
He ordered.
“I don’t want to”.
Beaten with angry
She fell unconscious.

Woken up in darkness
She started to cry
Wondered why
This life is so aimless.

The heartless man
Moved her to a cab
Where she doesn’t have escape.

A few days later,
With her soul destroyed
And the body injured,
Phoebe said to herself:
“Doesn’t matter what happens to me
I had to go out of here”.
And she did it.
But this was her last road.
The trafficker shoot her and said:
“Biatch!”

Trimis: 14/07/2009 12:23

Extraordinar de frumoase poeziile. :D imi place prima: Gone. Dead. Broken. :-D

Scrii bine in engleza. bravo.