This is one of my favorite poems....
A bouquet by Beio Dao (1949)-
Between me and the world..
You are a calendar, a compass
A ray of light that slips through the gloom
You are a biographical sketch, a bookmark
A preface that comes to the end.
Between me and the world
You are a gauze curtain, a mist
A lamp shining into my dreams
You are a bamboo flute, a song without words
A closed eyelid carved in stone.
What bond is there between me and the world? I am like a rider on a summer day who takes shelter to rest under the shade of a tree, then goes on his way. ~ Profeti Muhamed Salallahu Alayhi Wa Salam
Nice Poem .... i like it 2
very nice MisCongeniality, very sweet
Here's another one, simple and beautiful. :)
To -- By Percy Shelley (1792-1822)
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in memory-
Odors, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts,
when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
What bond is there between me and the world? I am like a rider on a summer day who takes shelter to rest under the shade of a tree, then goes on his way. ~ Profeti Muhamed Salallahu Alayhi Wa Salam
Keep going MisCongeniality. We need poetry like this in the forum.
"THOUGHTS OF THANKS"
We must be thankful for each day we see,
Whether it brings happiness or sorrow.
No matter what our status be,
For there may be no tomorrow.
Give thanks to God for your existence,
Through good times and through bad.
Thank Him for your common sense,
For this and more, you should be glad
We didn't land on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock landed on us.
Ja dhe 1 tjeter. I never knew someone could express so eloquently a simple action like this---falling of a leaf from a maple tree. Enjoy y'all! :)
A Leaf by Bronislaw Maj (1953 - )
A leaf, one of the last, parts from a maple branch:
it is spinning in the transparent air of October, falls
on a heap of others, stops, fades. No one
admired its entrancing struggle with the wind,
followed its flight, no one will distinguish it now
as it lies among other leaves, no one saw
what I did. I am
the only one.
What bond is there between me and the world? I am like a rider on a summer day who takes shelter to rest under the shade of a tree, then goes on his way. ~ Profeti Muhamed Salallahu Alayhi Wa Salam
Shume e vertete, megjithese ca here harrojme gjithe te mirat qe Zoti na ka dhene. Ndoshta it's because "the world" makes us see the glass half empty....Postuar mė parė nga StormAngel
Truthfully, it's a blessing even to be able to take a breath!!!
What bond is there between me and the world? I am like a rider on a summer day who takes shelter to rest under the shade of a tree, then goes on his way. ~ Profeti Muhamed Salallahu Alayhi Wa Salam
MisCongeniality, te bukra poezite, vetem do beja nje pyetje krejt te pafajshme : Pse "Poetry in Motion" ? :)
Pershendetje!
I won`t even try to say more than this.
Plotesisht dakord me ty, eshte dhunti edhe fryma qe marrim. :)
Respekte per menyren e te menduarit MisCongeniality
We didn't land on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock landed on us.
Regullat e Postimit
Pėrgjigju Duke Cituar
Krijoni Kontakt