Krijimtari te ndryshme ne gjuhe te huaj

[StormAngel]

Ketu mund te postoni cfaredo poezish ne gjuhe te huaja,poezi qe ju kane lene mbrese dhe poezi qe i preferoni.;)

[bunny]

The last resort

What if the test confirms my worst fear?
What if I’m sick and somebody hears?
What if it shows and they start to suspect?
What if I lose their love and respect?
What if I’m faced with seeing their pain?
What if I’ll never feel loved again?
What if we’ve spurned by the rest of our own race?
What if they make me become his wife?
What if I don’t want commitment for life?
What if my thoughts don’t find a voice?
What if I’m left without any chances?
What if I’m commended and have to abort?
What if I’ve no strength for this last resort?

[bunny]

When u grow up

If u are beautiful when u grow up we will be pleased.
And if you look like your father we will still be quite pleased.
If you are angry at the world we will understand.
If you fight us we will try not to fight you back.
If you grow up to be an artist, an airline pilot or an import-export expert that will be fine.
Shop assistant, sheep farmer, professor of palaeontology will be great.
Anything you want to be will be fine.
If you become rich and famous don’t worry. We will not be too proud to live on your money.
If you marry, marry anybody you want to, we will not mind it. It will be your decision, you will be absolutely free.
Nobody will be good enough for you anyway. Only don’t marry somebody we don’t like.
If you realise one day that your parents are idiots we hope you will tell us in the nicest possible way.
Have a good life.

Your parents.

[StormAngel]

Beauty
TV pageants had shown us
how to line up, be sorted.
I pitied the boys who had to pick us.
They must've seen those contests too.
What we saw had everything to do
with love, the promise of it.
The screen was a greedy mirror
withholding the goods,
reflecting our hunger.
Desire and denial, at once, our ration.
At school, we learned those adult dramas,
learned that our bodies could betray us.
Our teacher urging each one,
the boys chose eagerly,
shiny lips, their accusing eyes.

Kanssa Tmiri

[StormAngel]

Ice Age


The sharp face of Mt. Olympus rises
above the glacial cape wrapped around
its neck: a climber's paradise, which I'm not
skilled enough to ascend. So I hike on
a ridge on the other side of the valley,
at a lesser though still great height, balanced
between the green and white — the rain forest
below me on my left, and on my right
a glacier, blinding in the August sun.
I stop to drink and, because I'm living
a clumsy life, drop my water-bottle cap
into the bergshrund — the gap where the ice
has pulled away from the mountain wall.
What happens next? Do I go in thirst among
the rocks, or walk carefully holding my water
upright? No. Instead, I lower myself
down into the real abyss. This happened.
I down-climbed through the day. The light turned blue,
then milky white, then a dark gray. The rock
in my hands was slick from the melting glacier.
I slipped, and fell, and clung, then slipped again
and stuck. Thirty or forty feet below the surface,
the snow was black with dirt and hard. Years,
millenniums, of weather were piled above me.
Who comes back from these places? Alive, down
there I thought old world, new world, and so,
this is where the time goes. But, mostly:
what, exactly, is the stupidest thing
I've ever done? Just what was beneath me?
A frozen field, with small, unnamed flowers,
caught in the summer when the snow fell
and didn't melt. Ever. As though at the ocean
a wave came in and stayed. And then another.
And so. The water walking up its own steps.
Is it better to freeze or drown? I up-climbed;
but even in the heat and green life of the rain
forest, where mosses hang on all the trees,
I still felt cold. In my mind, snow was falling
and sticking. It starts. Again. It's starting now.

Andrew Feld

[*~Rexhina~*]

Alone
Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

[bunny]

Weather forecast!

Tomorrow if it rains. I will dance in the rain with you.
If it snows, we will make snow pancakes and eat them together.
If it is cold. I will warm myself with your smile.
If it’s hot. I will cool myself with your slow clear voice.
If there is fog. I will be happy to lose myself for a short while

[*~Rexhina~*]

A Little Girl Lost
William Blake

Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.

In the age of gold,
Free from winter's cold,
Youth and maiden bright,
To the holy light,
Naked in the sunny beams delight.

Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.

Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,
Strangers came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.

Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired wanderers weep.

To her father white
Came the maiden bright;
But his loving look,
Like the holy book
All her tender limbs with terror shook.

"Ona, pale and weak,
To thy father speak!
Oh the trembling fear!
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!"

[bunny]

Amazing

Jaclyn R. Svaren

It's Amazing...
How one person can change your life
How a smile from you can erase everything bad
How life seems less scary when you're holding my hand.

It's Phenomenal...
How fate brings two strangers together
How I survived before I knew you
How, whenever I'm with you it's like a great new adventure.

It's Beautiful...
How love can be so unconditional
How learning about you is like reading my favorite story.
How loving you is so easy.

[[xeni]]

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