Best Dich Poems


Schoenheit

Schönheit hat ihre Krallen in mein Fleisch gesetzt,
Schmerz, den ich nicht glauben wollte. 
Denn ich wusste nichts von deinen Mühen;
wie verloren du bist in deinem Bild.

In deiner Hand war Komfort eingraviert,
wie süchtig du die Schwachen machst.
Zu lieben heißt zu versuchen,
doch meine Augen belügen die Seele in mir.

Schönheit, gib mir etwas,
etwas das mein Glaube nicht bereuen wird.
Doch was ich da verlange,
macht dich nur stumm, da du mir nichts geben kannst.

Deine Schwächen sind meine Sucht;
wie sehr ich dich wollte, da du es sehen konntest.
Ich zahlte mit Sünden den Sold für dich;
dich zu berühren war wie ein Versuch, dem allen nicht zu widerstehen.

Du bist so leblos deshalb brauche ich dich.
Du bist so unwichtig deshalb will ich dich.

Say It, Sing It

Say I am willing to spill a cup of coffee all over your shirt…, all in the name of oops
Say waking up to the smell of Caffeine is the only competitor worthy to bruise the snooze button of an
alarm clock
Say it, Say I belong
To the darkest shade of your outta skin
Before you can tear it off to match the complexion of the main character in this scene
Of witnessing domineers playing slave to what could have been
Say I am ready to be your submissive
Your muscles without brains
Your black stallion on your most savage moments
Like, like instead of being the runaway bride
You opt to walk away 
Say I am ready to be your movie
On my mute days of saying nothing
But you and you alone get to read the subtitles of my untold story…, verbally spoken
Your DSTV explorer when you want to pause live transmission of what is currently going over to you
Rewind and select which language you want to hear it coming from me
French: Je t’aime
Spanish: Te quiero
German: Ich liebe dich
Croatian: Volim te
Italian: Ti amo
Portuguese: Eu te amo
English: I love you
Ke ya o rata, that is in my mother tongue Sesotho
Say my life is in your finger tips 
Say yes, you can touch my hair, invade my space and speak life where I left clues of death having a way
with me
The death toll rising like heavy floods colliding with a reservoir but the flow
Being a tar road
Say I want I and I to be your Noah
And you can be my arch
And together the becoming of what is yet to be written about shall happen there and then…
Building you, was already a way out
A piece of hope but only work is the only thing standing between you and becoming true
The agony, filling my soul up
That faith, never shows up nor never does it leave
He moves when you pray, that’s how it has always have been
Say, I will take Bible classes for you
, because I want to get it right
Walk in the footsteps of Jacob
Have an attention to detail like Boath
These men got the chance to do, what they had to do when they were still alive
Sing it
The gospel of our love is ready to be sang
Sing it, out loud
So that those who have not

Oma

Ich sehe dich an
im Sterben
du wartest nur ab
nichts essen
Mir wirst du fehlen
Mir ist doch langweilig
Du magst Gedichte
und Ingwer
ich liebe dich

Wir warten ab
nichts essen
weil wir dir Gesellschaft leisten
du brauchst sie aber nicht
denn du schläfst
wirst nie erwachen
du träumst
für die Ewigkeit
vom Dunkel
ich liebe dich

du bist gestorben
Vater war bei dir
Er ist leer
seine Tränen tragen die Last
von den letzten drei Jahren ab
ich soll traurig sein
ich will weinen
ich weine nicht
du mochtest Gedichte
und Ingwer
ich liebe dich

du wirst beerdigt
wieder bei deinem Mann
wir singen
werfen Rosen ins Grab
sie leben noch
alle weinen
will ich auch
ich soll weinen
bin traurig
ich schäme mich
ich liebe dich

alle sind gegangen
unterwegs
ich bleibe allein
und weine
du mochtest Gedichte
und Ingwer
ich liebe dich


My Love For You Is True

My love for you is true,
For noone else is as special as you,
Ich Liebe Dich My love Anthony James Haniuk.

I can never love anyone or anything but you,
Everyday I find myself Daydreaming about you,
At night I dream about you,
I keep wondering if you are okay,
When I am not with you.

I do my homework, thinking of you,
I finish my homework thinking of you,
My whole life is with you My love.

My love for you is true,
It's as sweet as a rose,
It never dies, 
Never wilts,
And is still going strong.

One day I will marry you my love, because noone in this world can even begin to compare to you,
You fill my heart as noone else has,
Noone in this BIG HUGE WORLD can fill my heart as you have. 

I can't even begin to think about what would life be like if something ever were to happen between us, 
I already know it won't.

My love for you is true.

Yeah I might get Jealous, 
A little too overprotective maybe,
But What girl doesn't?

I think this way if you aren't overprotective, and get jealous sometimes, 
That they weren't a real girlfriend to begin with.

Written By: Briana Lynn Haniuk @08/26/11 Finished at: 9:42P.M.

Macchu Picchu (German/English/Spanish)

Du Einsame, 
in den Bergen getrotzt,
versteckt in den Wolken
getragen vom Geist des Inka,
hochgepriesen,
wie von Geisterhand
überragst du das 
zerklüftete Tal des Urubamba.
Stein auf Stein,
gebaut mit großem Geschick,
geboren durch die Kraft
der Inkas.
Zufluchtstätte 
der letzten Überlebenden,
verborgen vor den Augen 
der Eindringlinge
aus dem so entfernten Spanien,
die Feuer und Tod brachten,
dich aber nie sahen.
Umhüllst dich noch heute
mit nebelgesponnenen Rätseln 
wie neugeboren
aus tristem Gestein.
Deine Seele,
lebendig,
strahlt Erhabenes
und über deinen Mauern,
jetzt nur noch Heimstatt 
der Götter,
zieht wie einst
der Kondor 
seine vibrierenden Kreise.

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You lonesome,
withstanding
in mountains,
hidden in clouds,
carried  by the spirit of Incas,
highly praised,
as from ghostly hands
are you extending beyond
the rugged valley of the Urubamba.
Stone by stone,
built with spectacular craftmansship,
born by the power
of man.
Retreat
of the last survivors,
hidden from the eyes
of the intruders
from far away Spain,
who carried fire and death,
but never saw you.
You cover even today
in foggy-spun mystery
like newly born
from solitude stone.
Your spirit,
living,
radiates nobility
and above your murals
now only home of the Gods,
a condor is drawing as once
his vibrating circles.


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Sitio  solitario, 
resistiendo en  las montañas
escondido en las nubes
protegido por el espíritu del Inca,
egregio elogiado
como de una mano de fantasma
tu te levantas 
sobre el valle hendido del Urubamba.
Piedra por piedra,
construido con gran destreza,
nacido por la fuerza
de los Incas.
Refugio
de últimos sobrevivientes,
escondido antes de los ojos
de invasores
del tan distante España,
que traeron fuego y muerte,
pero nunca te veían.
Te envuelves todavía
con enigmas hiladas por nieblas
como recién nacido
de rocas tristes.
Tu alma viva
brilla altura
y sobre tus murallas,
 todavía sitio
de dioses,
gira como antiguamente
el condor
sus circulos vibrantes.

Pablo Neruda

Oh unruhige Welt,
höre seinen Gesang,
vom rauschenden Ozean 
bis zur weiten Kette der Anden

Erhabenes Macchu Picchu,
hier wandelt sein Geist
zwischen den Nebelbänken 
des Urabamba und den
eisigen Höhen der Berge

Du hattest viele Leben,
den für ein einziges 
war keine Zeit.
Deine Worte klingen in mir
mit der Melancholie
verlöschender Sterne 

Der Pöbel, der dich verletzte,
ließ dir keine Zeit mehr
zum Dichten,
deine Lieder aber in uns
werden niemals erlöschen



Oh troubled world,
hear his voice,
from the soothing sounds 
of ocean's surf
to the wide rangeof the Andes

Sublime Macchu Picchu
here his spirit strolls
between the foggy banks
of the Urabamba and
icy heights of the mountains

You had many lives,
as for only one 
there was no time.
Your words sound in me
with the melancholy
of dying stars

The mob who hurt you,
did not give you the time
for new verses,
but your songs in us
will never cease



¡Oh mundo intraquilo,
oír su voz!
De los sonidos suaves
de las olas del océano
hasta la altura de vasto  Andes

Sublime Macchu Picchu
aquí su espíritu deambula
entre los bancos de niebla
de la Urabamba y
heladas alturas de las montañas

Ha tenido muchas vidas,
como para una solo
no había tiempo.
Sus palabras suenan en mí
con la melancolía
de estrellas moribundas

La plebe que te hizo daño,
no te dará el tiempo
para nuevos versos,
pero tus canciones en nosotros
nunca jamás expirarán


Je Taime

Je t’aime


        I met this French Girl
And I said to her, je t’aime
	I met this German Girl
And l said to her, ich liebe dich
	I met this Italian Girl
And I said to her, tia amo
	I met this Malay Girl
And I said to her, aku cinta padamu
	I met this Korean Girl
And I said to her, sa rang hae yo
	I met this Thai Girl
And I said to her, chan rak khun

        I may know how 
to “This” In many Languages
	But I am only
Saying  that  “I Love You”. 


Travis “Ceijaeh” Klelin

Denn Du Bist Mein Baby-For You My Baby-Full German

Baby Ich Liebe Dich so wie du bist,
So perfekt, so wie du mich glucklich machen.
Die Art und weise du mich fuhlen,
Di Art und weise du mich lacheln und lachen.
Auch wenn Ich wu tend bin, trairig oder songar weinen.
Mein Hertz blutet dur dich baby.
Ich Liebe Dich Mein Schatz baby.
Ich kann mir nicht helfer, aber ruhing und glucklich.
Wenn du so wundershon und du liebst mich fur mich.
Ich Liebe Dich fur immer!
Always~N~Forever, 
Briana Lynn Palmer
Age:15almost16
Dedicated To:My wonderful and amazing Husband Dustin James Palmer
12-09-11
~Dustin's one & only faithful and loving wife~
I Love You Baby!

Bus 333

Bus 333           

Thank you bus 333
For being there for me all day long,
You wake even before cock crows
And set yourself out all  for my sake;
Your storage you fill to the beam,
Your powerhouse you fire to warm,
You  sweep the aisle and mop the deck
You polish the seats and empty the  bins,
Your fire extinguishers are all in place;
How much you care for me ! 
Danke, danke, danke.

6.10 is the meeting time,
Under the shed I see your light
Piercing the thick wintery cloud,
Your rollers daring the whitish heaps,
Your long antennas twisting left and right,
Unceaselessly wiping the chill ice ,
Who could have loved me more ?
Danke dir, mein lieber Bus.
 


No, you will not bypass me,
You will not even hurry me up,
But carefully you will lift me up,
Give me all necssary attention;
Your guten Morgen delights me,
It brightens me and gives me joy;
And when I finally settle down,
In my direction you will zoom
Watching front,watching back;
And when our do becomes done,
Deligently you will park and wait,
Auf Wiedersehen,auf Wiedersehen ; 
What a great love is this ?

Lieber Bus 333,ich liebe dich,
Lieber Bus 333,ich danke dir.


Ade Kayode Adebayo
22/2/14

I Love You Because You Are You

Baby when I think of you, my heart
longs for you, when I see you, my heart beats fast
and uncontrollably, and when you speak to me,
my ears hear an angel, and it's musical,
and I am right I am supossed to be.
When you say my name, I get butterflies in my
stomach. Baby, I don't love noone but you. The only 
guy that really attracted me from first sight is you. I
love being German, and I love being married to my
German. I can't love anyone else but you, baby
I've finally found my perfect match. I can't
stay away from you, when we are in different classes
I just wanna get up and find you, my heart always
leads me to you. Ich Liebe Dich Saugling!(I Love You Baby.)
Du bist fur immer.(You Are Mine Forever)
Baby you own my heart. Take care of 
my heart, I've left it with you. I Love You
DUSTIN JAMES PALMER! 
Always~N~Forever,
Briana Lynn Palmer
Dedicated To: My Husband Dustin James Palmer
Age:15almost16
12-2-11
12:16P.M.
~Dustin's Faithful and Loving Wife~

To a Jewish Mother / An Eine Jüdische Mutter

I bring this stone,
so smooth as ebony,
so you are not alone
and in my memory.
As it once was,
when we were family.


Your grave,
a nameless place
between some lonely birch-trees
and some fern,
without a gravestone,
without grace.
You never had a chance to turn.


My hands too stiff to wave good-bye,
my memories,
now cold as ice,
my eyes – your picture in the sky,
no chance for me to say good-bye.
No final stories
hence to tell,
I lay this stone for you 
with a sad  heart
and with a sigh.


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Ich bring dir diesen Stein,
so glatt wie Ebenholz,
und du bist nicht allein
in meiner Erinnerung
So wie es einst mal war,
noch als Familie


Dein Grab,
nur namenlose Stätte
zwischen einsamen Birken
und etwas Farn,
und ohne Grabstein,
ohne Gnade.
without grace.
Du hattest nie die Wahl.


Meine Hände zu steif, um dir Lebwohl zu winken,
meine Erinnerungen,
jetzt kalt wie Eis
meine Augen – dein Bild im Himmel,
und keine Chance dir auf Wiedersehn zu sagen.
Danch kam nichts
und weiter nichts zu sagen,
ich lege diesen Stein für dich
mit Trauer im Herzen
und einem Seufzer.

Suicide Drive Goodbye

Many a paths I've traveled by,
Seen high and low with the naked eye.
Been here, been there, been everywhere,
But now it's dark, and I can't make it out.

I've chosen the path of a broken life,
Been down Suicide Drive with my knife.
There was a still beauty in the blood that fell,
Even in the darkest ditches lives a scarlet art.

And the light shall come after the darkest hour,
And thence in love we did devour.
The path of love is glorious indeed,
But twas this one that led me elsewhere.

And to stray into the darkness; no path around,
Would lead to confusion; this was bound.
I'd strived for safety that only hurt,
Because I left you behind and became confused.

I hate to speak it, but it must be spoke.
The day I left you I finally awoke,
And then I knew without you I'd die,
And go right back down my Suicide Drive. . .

And the last and final path I've chose,
Is to be with my love, in night it glows.
And though you live so a'far,
I know one day our soft whispers shall be heard.

Ich liebe dich fur immer...
I love you forever...

Kalinga Kalinga

Kalinga- linga

A daughter of revolution fed on rich political nutrition 
With a smile bandaging scars of the streets and falsehood by political demons 
Fingers burnt in pseudo democratic pans of West, what a political humor 
I see you smelling love through the thick dew of corruption and robots 
True heroes and heroines swallowed up in the deep silence of chingwere and uzambwera* 
Leopold hill shadows faking dances to the throbbing rhythms of vumbuza drums 
Kalinga- linga- your rising sun will soon spread the beauty of its fingers in the skies of Afrika 
 

*Cemeteries of the poor (Translator's note) 
 


  
  
  
  
Kalinga- linga
Eine Tochter der Revolution, gefüttert mit reicher politischer Nahrung 
Mit einem Lächeln verbindet sie Narben der Straßen und Falschheit politischer Dämonen  
Finger verbrannt in pseudodemokratischen Pfannen des Westens, welch politischer Humor 
Ich sehe dich Liebe riechen durch den dicken Tau von Korruption und Robotern 
Wahre Helden und Heldinnen verschluckt in der tiefen Stille von chingwere und uzambwera* 
Leopold-Hill-Schatten täuschen Tänze vor zu den dröhnenden Rhythmen der vumbuza Trommeln 
Kalinga-linga – deine aufsteigende Sonne wird bald die Schönheit ihrer Strahlen verbreiten  in den Himmeln Afrikas  
 

* Friedhöfe der Armen

Am Grab Eines Freundes/ At the Tomb of a Friend/ En La Tumba De Un Amigo

Im stillen Kornfeld dort,
wo sie verborgen lag,
des Schnitters Sense,
da liegt jetzt sein Grab.
Und nur der Wind
verweht das letzte Wort,
das niemand mehr vernehmen mag.

Bezwinge deine Seele
und stiehl dich heimlich fort.
Damit nicht Angst dich quäle 
an jenem stillen Ort.

Die Hoffnung gibt dir Flügel
und leiht dir auch ihr Wort.
Nun liegt nur Einsamkeit
auf deinen Schultern.
Die Ruhe vor dem Sturm 
ja die erkennt du schon,
nur sie verleiht dir Kraft 
ist deiner Mühen Lohn.

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In quiet grain field there,
where it lay covertly in fear,
the reaper's scythe,
there is his grave.
Only the wind
let last word drift away,
that nobody more may hear.

Defeat your soul in silent race
steal secretly away.
So that fear will not torment you 
at this yet peaceful place.

Hope gives you wings
and also lend its voice
Now there lies only loneliness
upon your shoulders.
The quiet before the storm 
this you will recognize,
only this gives you strength 
and is your efforts'  choice.

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En campo de trigo tranquilo
donde se escondía,
la guadaña segador,
se queda ya su tumba
Y sólo el viento
dispersa  la última palabra,
que nadie lo puede oír más 
en ningún día.

Conquista tu alma 
y que te vayas escondido.
Para que el temor no te tortura 
en este lugar tranquilo y  perdido. 
La esperanza te da alas. 
También te presta su palabra 

La esperanza te da alas
y te presta su palabra.
Ahora sólo soledad 
queda sobre tus hombros. 
La calma que precede la tormenta
sí tu la reconoces sin defensa,
y sólo te da fuerza 
y es tu esfuerzo recompensa.

My Hubby Dustin James Palmer

My hubby, you see he's so perfect,
Never have done anything wrong,
To him, I write this song.
This song of love,
With a single dove.
My precious Angel,
My whole world, my life, my love, my universe,
My everything, My love for him, well words
Just can't describe it, it's like God gave me a
Precious gift, I am never letting him go, never letting
Anyone else date him, not going to let him marry the
Wrong girl. I love everything about you 
My baby! You are better than any other boy in 
The world, so just stay with mem as I sing my
Love songs about you. Stay with me Forever~N~Always.
My love, they can't keep me away from you, can't keep me
From loving you, can't keep me from singing about you. 
I LOVE YOU! ICH LIEBE DICH!
Dedicated To:Dustin James Palmer

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