on this grey winters´ day
my mind seems to be slipping away
gentle breeze is blowing
also doing a little snowing......
thinking my love of you
and last summer too
was it warm or cold
or am I just getting old......
will next summer rain
or just cause me more pain
that´s left to be seen
and everything what has been.......
by the way, it´s still snowing
maybe I should make a snow...man
or at least a few snowballs
but now duty calls.......
that´s a thought...............
my mind seems to be slipping away
gentle breeze is blowing
also doing a little snowing......
thinking my love of you
and last summer too
was it warm or cold
or am I just getting old......
will next summer rain
or just cause me more pain
that´s left to be seen
and everything what has been.......
by the way, it´s still snowing
maybe I should make a snow...man
or at least a few snowballs
but now duty calls.......
that´s a thought...............
Vastaukset 34
Vanhimmat
I love english poetry !
Thanks for You, Josephine !
kerppuli
for your nice comment once again, I think I like english poetry too?
Thank you. Brings back those endless summer days...
I truly hope this grey day turns out to be filled with joy and sunshine for you. There could be miracles around every corner, you know.
Inspired by the duty:
I lost my rhythm
when she gave me her song
and her fairy-like beauty
has been my heavy duty
from that moment on...
makes me think
am I on your way
or do I make your day?
You make my day, no question about that. :)
Heavy duty... I was thinking about an affair that has ended. Even so, you still have to think about it. It causes constant craving, sleepless nights... It's a hard way to live but there's nothing you can do about it. I would call it a pretty heavy duty.
or raving,
does is matter?
sometimes it´s the latter
what love might that be
for this is supposed to be poetry
would you prefer to be he?
but are you a friend or foe
so I won´t step on your toe?
Love's endless craving and raving...
I rush to the shore, love is waving
me goodbye
never a chance to see her eye to eye
I'd prefer to be me
Am I? It remains unseen
Anyhow I am no foe
I'm unarmed and my heart is gold
But now under your gentle eyes
I truly have to apologise
For this is supposed to be poetry
but from my part it's only povetry
- these verses that roll
from my poor soul...
can remain a light
in my night
it is not poverty
whos soul bring out poetry
am I the only one here?
You never can tell
Now it's snowing here as well
As I'm stranded in the middle of snowy Helsinki
I am thinkin'
about warmth of the sun
and how I don't want to own no one
See how the brightest star gleams
Good night
sleep tight
and hold on to your dreams
me well
you are a warm sole I can tell
true love never dies
no matter where it lies
You've just told the ultimate truth
And one day we will see the proof
True love is worth waiting for
It will last forevermore
am I throwing,
dreaming my life away
where am I going
when did I go astray?.....
how many mornings have I seen
where have I all this time been
how many nights and dawns still
before my sun sets behind the hill?.....
Born to be third,
left from her herd.
Like a broken winged bird,
lost her dearest friend.
Born to be white,
surrounded by cold ice.
Struggling for her life,
like a piece of ice.
Born to be wild,
drifting in cold wind.
With out any friend,
on an alien lake.
Born to be loved,
living only for dreams.
Seen mid nigh sun,
soon at end of run.
Born to be third,
Limping on cold ice.
On mid winter night,
with none of friends.
´do you consider this fun?
Some are loved by gods
some are loved by angels
but none´s only third, rejected or so
Angels told me so
there is someone for everyone
if you find it
hold her/him tight
don´t let her/him out of your sight
you never know
if you´ve grabbed a heart of gold
is it now and here
or somewhere "out there"
Believe on your self,
see that by your self.
There is someone over there,
whom you are the first.
Let the pain run away,
drain the tears by your way.
The day you find someone dear,
the sad tears will turn pearls.
End is a chance for new,
though this may sound so cruel.
Open your eyes and ears,
soon there are no tears.
travels with loneliness
of the heart
carrying just emptiness
that does not part
I do not mind you writing in English, but we never can surpass or get even with the English or American. I have tried also. Just the mother tongue gives the strong basis for writing poems. Believe me. Try in Finnish.
other native language, believe me when I say so!
Maybe I don´t write oxford english for I have not been to the university but somewhere else, believe me.
I don´t want to be just another sheep in the herd.
merino race for they produce fine wool for us.
am I in some international competition or what is your point?
go on writing!
for my strong words but I love english and I don´t get much opportunities using english anywhere else. Can you help me with that?
You arouse tenderness in me, but my English is not good enough to help. Just to criticise. Sorry.
You only think
you're the third
hand on my chest
you're the first
believe me, hear
my humble telling
not understood
correct my spelling
should I swear
or simply tell
you don't believe !
go to.. well, where ever you pleace
and
I'd hope not to see more of this
this quarrel made me sore and pissed
you both should know this simple lass
you'd better stop or kiss my cheek :D
once more
You're the one, I still love you
With all my heart, and body, too
With you I'll spend my days, the last
and nights as well, till death us parts
He's my friend, a nice and kind
One of the best, you'll ever find
In fact, no need, of feeling blue
check your heart, you know it's true
you`re my pride and joy
I don´t think of you as a toy
you´re my reality my dream come true
ever again do I have to feel blue
I´ve loved that´s true
ever since I laid my eyes on you
aah, you are like heaven to me
like sky is blue and water to the sea
I do not understand why you lied to me
furthermore hid behind the tree
left me standing in the middle of the road
just like a green miserable toad?
There are things, one doesn't know,
like you are loved by someone,
Shouldn't I handle this person with dignity,
and try to eace the pain I've caused?
And two more things; First; I'm an open person
feel free to ask anything and I'll answer you
but not on this forum, this isn't poetry anymore.
And the second; I've been honest to you.
You have had enough things to think about
without any extra burden.
All my life I've tried to get rid of
problems by my self, so I'm not used
to share those with men, but I'll learn
you know, I'll learn.
I´m not sure I quite understood
about all you have written
the poetry part is quite clear to me,
but the rest I´m not sure what you meant.
Sorry, if I haven't been clear enough. I'm tired of this conversation. English isn't my first language, so you'd better call me or send an email if you're eager to talk about this situation.
I´m a little confused of the whole situation?????????
hold your horses
you shall hear from me
that's true believe it
I just realized something this morning and I would call if I knew where?