Submissions by neWish
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Nov 2009 1:02am
25th Nov 2009 1:02am
Ciao Bello
Amore, amo, bella, dolce,
La mia Principessa, princi-
Tí amo-sí, anche io.
Tí voglio,tante-anche io.
Addesso tú lo sai...
Tutti e due a tua bocca parlo con me.
A miei casa,
a letto di camera italiono
ODDIO...e io non domanda proprio...
E non vero?
Claro, in prima volta.
Tu hai ragione, bene.
Stupido Io...
Io, non hai credi di te.
Niente e nulla.
Scuza mi.
Mio amore...
La mia domanda;
"Tú hai altri donne???"
"Non hai troppo...e mi piace tú, tutti tua..."
Mamma...
La mia Principessa, princi-
Tí amo-sí, anche io.
Tí voglio,tante-anche io.
Addesso tú lo sai...
Tutti e due a tua bocca parlo con me.
A miei casa,
a letto di camera italiono
ODDIO...e io non domanda proprio...
E non vero?
Claro, in prima volta.
Tu hai ragione, bene.
Stupido Io...
Io, non hai credi di te.
Niente e nulla.
Scuza mi.
Mio amore...
La mia domanda;
"Tú hai altri donne???"
"Non hai troppo...e mi piace tú, tutti tua..."
Mamma...
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Nov 2009 7:07pm
24th Nov 2009 7:07pm
The bitter taste of love?
Every time you fell in love...
did you/or what is love?
Is love the many various feelings you get,
when you have felt the chemistry with one?
Or is it more one particular feeling,
that overwhelms you,
when you see a certain person?
Some extra special...
Hear the name,
chew on the letters in it,
cheerish the sound of it,
gets butterflies in your tummy...
Is the feeling of love,
led from ones actions agains you,
or...indeed based on
the secret interrest one has in you?
Think good.
Or is the feeling...
did you/or what is love?
Is love the many various feelings you get,
when you have felt the chemistry with one?
Or is it more one particular feeling,
that overwhelms you,
when you see a certain person?
Some extra special...
Hear the name,
chew on the letters in it,
cheerish the sound of it,
gets butterflies in your tummy...
Is the feeling of love,
led from ones actions agains you,
or...indeed based on
the secret interrest one has in you?
Think good.
Or is the feeling...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Nov 2009 00:11am
24th Nov 2009 00:11am
De danske heder
Jeg var der, hvor jeg ikke skulle.
Ja, det er den rene sandhed,
jeg har vidst før jeg stemmte JA.
Med et tungsindet nikke.
Og det skal du vide.
I Danmark for lyshårede,
der skrollede i stedet for at synge.
Et helvedes vrøvl at lytte til!
Min 6 år i Bønneland,
var et mix af mange følelser,
der til sidst fandt ro...
ro I tanken om at det hele næsten var færdigt;
Men...forresten; du gav mig en M.A.
- Det takker jeg for.
Ja, det er den rene sandhed,
jeg har vidst før jeg stemmte JA.
Med et tungsindet nikke.
Og det skal du vide.
I Danmark for lyshårede,
der skrollede i stedet for at synge.
Et helvedes vrøvl at lytte til!
Min 6 år i Bønneland,
var et mix af mange følelser,
der til sidst fandt ro...
ro I tanken om at det hele næsten var færdigt;
Men...forresten; du gav mig en M.A.
- Det takker jeg for.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
23rd Nov 2009 8:20pm
23rd Nov 2009 8:20pm
My little Daniela
I drowe you to town,
you were a bit moody.
Tired and not wanting,
"No mum, I will stay silent!"
To sing two icelandic songs,
in a small studio.
Just 3 mths ago,
you only did sing in danish.
I hugged you and said;
"It will be so fun honey,
and you sing so good!"
You smiled and went in.
I was stressed.
You began, hesitating in your words.
I gave you all my strenght in mind.
In the second one,
I felt the joy in your voice.
How dreamy, how lyric!
I looked at your smiling brother.
...
you were a bit moody.
Tired and not wanting,
"No mum, I will stay silent!"
To sing two icelandic songs,
in a small studio.
Just 3 mths ago,
you only did sing in danish.
I hugged you and said;
"It will be so fun honey,
and you sing so good!"
You smiled and went in.
I was stressed.
You began, hesitating in your words.
I gave you all my strenght in mind.
In the second one,
I felt the joy in your voice.
How dreamy, how lyric!
I looked at your smiling brother.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2009 4:35pm
22nd Nov 2009 4:35pm
Mín fyrsta ást
ú birtist mér haustnótt í september,
árið var 2003.
Ég, aðeins 15, þú ekki enn,
og tíminn hann stóð í stað.
Ein augnabliksstund, ég sá þig og fann,
að ekki yrði snúið tilbaka.
Tíminn með þér, hófst og lauk,
þótt elskuðum skilyrðislaust.
Þó mikið ég elskaði, þjáðist og bað,
ég ekki virtist ætluð þér,
því þú áttir hjarta svo opið og stórt,
- ekki bara handa mér.
Þú segir þú elskir mig ennþá.
Og alltaf ég elska þig.
En það er sú ást er fundum við snemma,
og seinna okkur báðum brást.
Ég óska þér alls hins besta,...
árið var 2003.
Ég, aðeins 15, þú ekki enn,
og tíminn hann stóð í stað.
Ein augnabliksstund, ég sá þig og fann,
að ekki yrði snúið tilbaka.
Tíminn með þér, hófst og lauk,
þótt elskuðum skilyrðislaust.
Þó mikið ég elskaði, þjáðist og bað,
ég ekki virtist ætluð þér,
því þú áttir hjarta svo opið og stórt,
- ekki bara handa mér.
Þú segir þú elskir mig ennþá.
Og alltaf ég elska þig.
En það er sú ást er fundum við snemma,
og seinna okkur báðum brást.
Ég óska þér alls hins besta,...
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STORY POEM
Published
22nd Nov 2009 00:48am
22nd Nov 2009 00:48am
Forest of dreams
At my walks in the peaceful, green forest of dreams.
There to I am drawn to at nights.
I know I will find him by looking close.
The stars are to guide me the way.
I turn my head, at the castle, at the tower so dark.
Run by the deep blue sea.
Two swans floating by, I watch their embrace.
How lovely, I almost weep.
My mind is blurry, I should be asleep.
The sky is wide, blue, I see his eyes for me.
His skin so pale, in hair glimts of silver.
Like one star once shined bright,
in thunder of storm shut down.
He sits by the...
There to I am drawn to at nights.
I know I will find him by looking close.
The stars are to guide me the way.
I turn my head, at the castle, at the tower so dark.
Run by the deep blue sea.
Two swans floating by, I watch their embrace.
How lovely, I almost weep.
My mind is blurry, I should be asleep.
The sky is wide, blue, I see his eyes for me.
His skin so pale, in hair glimts of silver.
Like one star once shined bright,
in thunder of storm shut down.
He sits by the...
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Nov 2009 10:54pm
21st Nov 2009 10:54pm
Secrets of Mind
When lonelyness strike,
in a crowded house,
its not so much to do,
but take a hike,
like one haunted mouse,
and hide the thoughts of you.
in a crowded house,
its not so much to do,
but take a hike,
like one haunted mouse,
and hide the thoughts of you.
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2009 9:32pm
19th Nov 2009 9:32pm
The true habit of life
While pain and sorrow blinds your sight,
of all good things that brightens your day,
then lift your spirit, lovely soul,
put on that wonderful smile again.
By doing myself I have to say,
hope and faith leads to one goal.
See, THAT might do and further remain!
So, please make some mends,
don´t fade just away.
Swallow your pride, shake off the chain;
take a chance, lay trust on friends-
Thats the true habit of life.
of all good things that brightens your day,
then lift your spirit, lovely soul,
put on that wonderful smile again.
By doing myself I have to say,
hope and faith leads to one goal.
See, THAT might do and further remain!
So, please make some mends,
don´t fade just away.
Swallow your pride, shake off the chain;
take a chance, lay trust on friends-
Thats the true habit of life.
736 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Nov 2009 4:34pm
18th Nov 2009 4:34pm
1994
Hárið; silki, auður.
Augun; stjörnur tvær.
Munnur; rósarrauður.
Himneskar gjafir þær.
Augun; stjörnur tvær.
Munnur; rósarrauður.
Himneskar gjafir þær.
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STORY POEM
Published
18th Nov 2009 4:16pm
18th Nov 2009 4:16pm
FB fantasies
When I log on late at night,
I wait for him to appear.
In the range of men,
he is all what I need.
But, that is all just unreal,
Then, how can he take me that high?
In spirit, in flesh...for a while.
He is not to touch, but he does with his words.
And his magic words are not to recall,
logging on and off makes them vanish.
Strange, how very strange...
Somehow I understand.
I wait for him to appear.
In the range of men,
he is all what I need.
But, that is all just unreal,
Then, how can he take me that high?
In spirit, in flesh...for a while.
He is not to touch, but he does with his words.
And his magic words are not to recall,
logging on and off makes them vanish.
Strange, how very strange...
Somehow I understand.
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