English poems

[negginnium]

[ltr] Heaven

I’m alive its night again
I feel a pain in my brain
I’m tired of being bad
My God! Why am I so sad?
Life is a kind of nothingness
Life is boring meaningless
I hate life, I want to go
You are my God, just you know
Take my hand, show me the path
If you left me, I’d be mad
Oh my god, forgive us
Take my hand to your heaven
I follow your path even
If nobody likes me so
Angeles persuade me to go
Do something my god again
I can hear song of the rain
God help me to leave in peace
Take my soul out like a kiss
Take my soul, so I’m free
From this cage I’ll flee
Take my hand show me the path
If you left me, I’d be mad
It’s all over with me so

Poet : Azita Talebi
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[Hiv4]

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Biography




Johann Wolfgang von Goethe was born in 1749 in Frankfurt. From 1765 to 1771 he studied law in Leibzig and Strasbourg on request of his father. During his time at university he already earned recognition with his poems and lyric. When he returned to Frankfurt he practised law and worked on his career as a poet and writer. In 1773 the Götz von Berlichingen mit der eisenen Hand was published, making Goethe a main representative for the Sturm und Drang movement. Getting a lot of attention and recognition by the literature world, Goethe is invited to Weimar, where he took over many different political offices, but still managed to concentrate on writing. Beside his literature ambitions, he was also very interested in science, which was more important to him, than his writing. From 1786 to 1790 he travelled through Italy where he undertook more scientific researches. In 1794 he befriends Friedrich Schiller with whom he developed a new style of writing, which is now know as it's own literature epoch, the Weimarer Klassik.

In 1908 Goethe finished Faust, between 1811-14 he wrote his autobiography and in 1831 he finished Faust 2, which got published posthumously. Goethe used and explored many different styles in literature and turned out to be an important personality to the world of literature.

THE LEGEND OF THE HORSESHOE. by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHAT time our Lord still walk'd the earth,
Unknown, despised, of humble birth,
And on Him many a youth attended
(His words they seldom comprehended),
It ever seem'd to Him most meet
To hold His court in open street,
As under heaven's broad canopy
One speaks with greater liberty.
The teachings of His blessed word
From out His holy mouth were heard;
Each market to a fane turn'd He
With parable and simile.

One day, as tow'rd a town He roved,
In peace of mind with those He loved,
Upon the path a something gleam'd;
A broken horseshoe 'twas, it seem'd.
So to St. Peter thus He spake:
"That piece of iron prythee take!"
St. Peter's thoughts had gone astray,--
He had been musing on his way
Respecting the world's government,
A dream that always gives content,
For in the head 'tis check'd by nought;
This ever was his dearest thought,
For him this prize was far too mean
Had it a crown and sceptre been!
But, surely, 'twasn't worth the trouble
For half a horseshoe to bend double!
And so he turn'd away his head,
As if he heard not what was said,

The Lord, forbearing tow'rd all men,
Himself pick'd up the horseshoe then
(He ne'er again like this stoop'd down).
And when at length they reach'd the town,
Before a smithy He remain'd,
And there a penny for 't obtain'd.
As they the market-place went by,
Some beauteous cherries caught His eye:
Accordingly He bought as many
As could be purchased for a penny,
And then, as oft His wont had been,
Placed them within His sleeve unseen.

They went out by another gate,
O'er plains and fields proceeding straight,
No house or tree was near the spot,
The sun was bright, the day was hot;
In short, the weather being such,
A draught of water was worth much.
The Lord walk'd on before them all,
And let, unseen, a cherry fall.
St. Peter rush'd to seize it hold,
As though an apple 'twere of gold;
His palate much approv'd the berry;
The Lord ere long another cherry
Once more let fall upon the plain;
St. Peter forthwith stoop'd again.
The Lord kept making him thus bend
To pick up cherries without end.
For a long time the thing went on;
The Lord then said, in cheerful tone:
"Had'st thou but moved when thou wert bid,
Thou of this trouble had'st been rid;
The man who small things scorns, will next,
By things still smaller be perplex'd."

1797.


Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes



"A clever man commits no minor blunders."
"A correct answer is like an affectionate kiss."
"A creation of importance can only be produced when its author isolates himself, it is a child of solitude."
"A man's manners are a mirror in which he shows his portrait."
"A noble person attracts noble people, and knows how to hold on to them."
"A person hears only what they understand."
"A person places themselves on a level with the ones they praise."
"A purpose you impart is no longer your own."
"A really great talent finds its happiness in execution."
"A useless life is an early death."
"Age merely shows what children we remain."
"Alas! sorrow from happiness is oft evolved."
"All intelligent thoughts have already been thought; what is necessary is only to try to think them again."
"All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own."
"All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green."
"All things are only transitory."
"An unused life is an early death."
"As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live."
"Be above it! Make the world serve your purpose, but do not serve it."
"Be generous with kindly words, especially about those who are absent."
"Beauty is a manifestation of secret natural laws, which otherwise would have been hidden from us forever."
"Beauty is everywhere a welcome guest."
"Behavior is the mirror in which everyone shows their image."
"Being brilliant is no great feat if you respect nothing."
"Certain defects are necessary for the existence of individuality."
"Certain flaws are necessary for the whole. It would seem strange if old friends lacked certain quirks."
"Character develops itself in the stream of life."
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[The Dark Lord]

Hi!
Has anybodey read english poems?
I really love them.
And I would be so happy if you tell me The one you have read ,too.
Thanks!

"And Then There Were None"

Ten little Indian boys went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were Nine.
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late; One overslept himself and then there were Eight.
Eight little Indian boys traveling in Devon; One said he'd stay there and then there were Seven.
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks; One chopped himself in halves and then there were Six.
Six little Indian boys playing with a hive; A bumblebee stung one and then there were Five.
Five little Indian boys going in for law; One got into Chancery and then there were Four.
Four little Indian boys going out to sea; A red herring swallowed one and then there were Three.
Three little Indian boys walking in the Zoo; A big bear hugged one and then there were Two.
Two little Indian boys were out in the sun; One got all frizzled up and then there was one. (in some versions Two Little Indian boys playing with a gun; One shot the other and then there was one.)
One little Indian boy left all alone; He went out and hanged himself and then there were none.

 

[الهام1375]

پاسخ : English Poems

[SIZE=small]Shakespeare's[size=small] sonnet[/SIZE]

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,

So do our minutes hasten to their end;

Each changing place with that which goes before,

In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

Nativity, once in the main of light,

Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,

Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,

And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.

Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth

And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,

Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,

And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:

And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand,

Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.


well, this wasn't just a process of "copying and pasting" , and although It's really old, I do like it.​

 

[farzane.f]

پاسخ : English Poems

you never enjoy the world aright, till
the sea itself floweth in your veins, till
you are clothed with the heavens
and crowned with the stars
and perceive yourself to be the sole heir of the whole world

You never enjoy, Unless
Thomas Traherne​

 

[NobleLord]

پاسخ : English poems

I just... love it!
By J.R.R Tolkien


I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair

I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see

For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know

But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door

 

[nasim fakhr mohammadi]

پاسخ : English poems

I became a mirror, a mirror for sounds
The crack of lightning and the red rose, The sound of the thunder-flash
In me
Are flowing in the colours of commotion

I became a mirror, A mirror for sounds
Look over there
The cry of hungry children, In the perfume of eau de cologne
Truly something to hear: the cry of children

In the far side, In the quiet corner of the flower petals
blowing

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the reed-song of autumnl's blood-red throat

A mirror i became, A mirror for sounds

A mirror for sounds
poet: Shafi'i kadkani
translations by Pari azarm motamedi

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[Ursula]

“I was dreaming of the past,
And my heart was beating fast,
I began to lose control,
I began to lose control,

I didn’t mean to hurt you,
I’m sorry that i made you cry,
I didn’t mean to hurt you,
I’m just a jealous guy.

I was feeling insecure,
You might not love me anymore,
I was shivering inside,
I was shivering inside,

I didn’t mean to hurt you,
I’m sorry that i made you cry,
I didn’t want to hurt you,
I’m just a jealous guy.

I didn’t mean to hurt you,
I’m sorry that i made you cry,
I didn’t want to hurt you,
I’m just a jealous guy.

I was trying to catch your eyes
I thought that you were trying to hide
I was swallowing my pain
I was swallowing my pain
I didn’t mean to hurt you
I’m sorry that I made you cry
Oh my I didn’t want to hurt you
I’m just a jealous guy
watch out baby I’m just a jealous guy
Look out baby I’m just a jealous guy

 

[Lushato]

We Weare The Mask
Paul Laurence Dunbar

We wear the mask that grins and lies

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes

This debt we pay to human guile

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile

And mouth with myriad subtleties​

 

[Roxan]

 

[MRΣZA]

Hope is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity
It asked a crumb - of me​

جعبه متن مخفی: ترجمه

امید موجود بالداریست
که در روح خانه دارد
و بدون هیچ کلامی آواز سر می‌دهد
و هرگز ساکت نمی‌شود

شیرین‌ترین آواییست که در باد شنیده می‌شود
و تنها طوفان می‌تواند
آن پرنده کوچک را زخمی کند
که خیلی‌ها را گرم کرده

من صدایش را در سردترین زمین‌ها
و غریب‌ترین دریاها شنیدم
با این حال هرگز؛ حتی در اوج سختی
از من خرده نانی نخواسته

Emily Dickinson​

 

[Amin rouhi]

?where did you come from, baby dear
.Out of the everywhere into here
?Where did you get those eyes so blue
.Out of the sky as I came through
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin
.Some of the starry twinkles left in
What makes your forehead so smooth and high
.A soft hand stroked it as I went by
What makes your cheek like a warm white rose
.I saw something better than anyone knows
?When that three-cornered smile of bliss
.Three angels gave me at once a kiss
?Where did you get this pearly ear
.God spoke, and it came out to hear
?Where did you get those arms and hands
.Love made itself into bonds and bands
Feet, whence did you come, you darling things
.From the same box as the cherubs' wings
?How did they all just come to be you
.God thought about me, and so I grew
?But how did you come to us, my dear
!God thought about you, and so I am here​

 

[Orelia]

A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth

Robert Frost​

 

[Roxan]

A Dream Within a Dream
Edgar Allan Poe
31 March 1849


!Take this kiss upon the brow
,And, in parting from you now
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
;That my days have been a dream
Yet if hope has flown away
,In a night, or in a day
,In a vision, or in none
?Is it therefore the less gone
All that we see or seem
.Is but a dream within a dream

I stand amid the roar
,Of a surf-tormented shore
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
,Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
?Them with a tighter clasp
O God! can I not save
?One from the pitiless wave
Is all that we see or seem
?But a dream within a dream​

 

[نون]

Some say the world will end in fire
some say ice ,
from what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire
But if it had to perish twice ,
I think I know enough of hate
to say that for destruction ice
is also great
and would suffice

Fire and Ice By Robert Frost​