love poems from our regions countries

[zoroooo]

maybe we can post here traductions of love poems in the wider sense of our diffirent cultures?

one here from you.. write by a flemish non

Shadow

I have loved being in love;
perhaps that's why it has not loved me.
That's how a handsome lover
behaves with a lovestruck child.
I've loved the sun too much
and fed up with begging
to the doors of the days
I've become like the frond of a fern
that prefers to live in the shade
rather than bare the sun.
And so I trouble myself about a house
in which lamp- and sunlight
have been tempered for the eyes
and where the sober lines of a face
and where the serenity of a friendship stand
as the shadow of a tree
arched
above my head

Alice Nahon 1896 1933

[Lucker]

Roses are Red
Russians are Blue .
But Ruskies fear not .
Here comes Zorrou

[Lucker]

Ramon is Red ,
Ruskies are too
But Ramon is nice
And Ruskies are Poo .


This is draining my creative energy

[Hoopy]

Ramon is dead
This is true
When the girls read that
they'll castrate you :lol:

[zoroooo]

I would like to have one of byron or shelby...can one american post the poem of a black american living woman who brought that at the first ceremony of bill clinton..about rocks and stones..

thanks I like that


laviin

[zoroooo]

My death to come



Here we lay in our naked
Al ready cold I am
this late Sunday morning
She touches my wrinkles
Reaches out to my dry hand
Out of our playground
She looks to my penis
carress what last gave her life
The clock tic tacs
I lost this early morning sun
My body remains cold
Just her tears running over my face
Give me illusion of life here.

[Lucker]

I would think the , Cock tick tacks ,
would be more accurate

[Lucker]

As you know , there are few Poems remaining by Ron( !) Shellsuit
However here is a ditty he composed

Bill Clitoris was a Giant among honourable Men
When he raised the Flag , you counted to ten .
His Doll was a cotton girl , called Monica May
And she kissed her own Clitoris each and every day .

[MrW]

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

[mai_ra]

Сергей Есенин---Sergey Yesenin

Ты плакала в вечерней тишине,
И слезы горькие на землю упадали,
И было тяжело и так печально мне,
И все же мы друг друга не поняли.

Умчалась ты в далекие края,
И все мечты увянули без цвета,
И вновь опять один остался я
Страдать душой без ласки и привета.

И часто я вечернею порой
Хожу к местам заветного свиданья,
И вижу я в мечтах мне милый образ твой,
И слышу в тишине тоскливые рыданья.

1912-1913

You were crying on a quiet night,
Those tears in your eyes you weren"t hiding,
I was so sad and so depressed inside,
And yet we couldn"t overcome misunderstanding.

Now you are gone, I"m here, on my own,
My dreams have faded, losing tint and colour,
You left me, and again I am all alone,
Without tenderness and greeting, in my parlour.

When evening comes I often, crowned with rue,
Come to the place of our dating here,
And in my dreams I see the sight of you
And hear you crying bitterly, my dear.

1912-1913

[mai_ra]

A.S. Pushkin

I loved you once


Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может
В душе моей угасла не совсем;
Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;
Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.
Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,
То робостью, то ревностью томим;
Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно,
Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим.


I loved you once: perhaps that love has yet
To die down thoroughly within my soul;
But let it not dismay you any longer;
I have no wish to cause you any sorrow.
I loved you wordlessly, without a hope,
By shyness tortured, or by jealousy.
I loved you with such tenderness and candor
And pray God grants you to be loved that way again.

[Lucker]

We don't go in for the soppy stuff here in Man's Land .
There are still places , apparently , where the Woman rules and Romance and Drivel are the favoured currencies .
Has it done the Men any good ?
Stretch my underpants , it just does not work .
Those lands are called Gaysville and Pet Pooch City
So Club the women and later bring them to the boil .

[mai_ra]

Anna Akhmatova. I won't beg your love


I won’t beg for your love.
It’s safely laid aside….

I won’t be penning jealous

letters to your bride.

But be wise, take my advice:

give her my poems to read,

give her my photos beside –

be kind to the newly-wed!

Oh, knowledge is better for geese,

feeling they’ve won completely,

than sweet companionable speech,

or a tender first-night memory…

and when you’ve spent all your

kopecks of joy with your dear friend,

and your spirit’s sated with it all,

and suddenly you’re ashamed –

don’t come – I’ll fail to know you –

to me, night’s crestfallen guest.

For how could Ihelp you?

I’m not cured of happiness.


Я не любви твоей прошу.
Она теперь в надежном месте.
Поверь, что я твоей невесте
Ревнивых писем не пишу.
Но мудрые прими советы:
Дай ей читать мои стихи,
Дай ей хранить мои портреты,—
Ведь так любезны женихи!
А этим дурочкам нужней
Сознанье полное победы,
Чем дружбы светлые беседы
И память первых нежных дней...
Когда же счастия гроши
Ты проживешь с подругой милой
И для пресыщенной души
Все станет сразу так постыло —
В мою торжественную ночь
Не приходи. Тебя не знаю.
И чем могла б тебе помочь?
От счастья я не исцеляю.
1914

[Voobrazheniye]

A.S. Pushkin

I loved you once


Я вас любил: любовь еще, быть может
В душе моей угасла не совсем;
Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;
Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.
Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,
То робостью, то ревностью томим;
Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно,
Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим.


I loved you once: perhaps that love has yet
To die down thoroughly within my soul;
But let it not dismay you any longer;
I have no wish to cause you any sorrow.
I loved you wordlessly, without a hope,
By shyness tortured, or by jealousy.
I loved you with such tenderness and candor
And pray God grants you to be loved that way again.


Wow... I really like that one. It hits home for me.

[bucksbunny]

ma rai,

thanks and dont let you been impressed by that old goat from Brighton he has been educated trough ABBA SONGS....and thoose girl where singing monney monney... thats why he dont trust blonds.


BB

[alpine-frolic]

ma rai,

thanks and dont let you been impressed by that old goat from Brighton he has been educated trough ABBA SONGS....and thoose girl where singing monney monney... thats why he dont trust blonds.


BB

;) not very gentleman like...

[second_life]

maybe we can post here traductions of love poems in the wider sense of our diffirent cultures?

one here from you.. write by a flemish non

Shadow

I have loved being in love;
perhaps that's why it has not loved me.
That's how a handsome lover
behaves with a lovestruck child.
I've loved the sun too much
and fed up with begging
to the doors of the days
I've become like the frond of a fern
that prefers to live in the shade
rather than bare the sun.
And so I trouble myself about a house
in which lamp- and sunlight
have been tempered for the eyes
and where the sober lines of a face
and where the serenity of a friendship stand
as the shadow of a tree
arched
above my head

Alice Nahon 1896 1933

You`re getting old :becky:
But it`s utterly beautiful :)
;)

[second_life]

My death to come



Here we lay in our naked
Al ready cold I am
this late Sunday morning
She touches my wrinkles
Reaches out to my dry hand
Out of our playground
She looks to my penis
carress what last gave her life
The clock tic tacs
I lost this early morning sun
My body remains cold
Just her tears running over my face
Give me illusion of life here.

Now I`m starting to worry, dude. Are you ok?

[Lucker]

Sorrow
I love to go a wandering . Along the mountain track .

Something something something with a knapsack on your back

Sing loudly as you walk along and swing your arms
Stop reading the utter drivel . The only Push needed is over the cliff for Pushpin .