Best Senti Poems

my head touches the pillow
as gentle rain lulls me 
and i just want to   s
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Quelle vicende vissi fino in fondo.
Quando mi riappropriai della mia vita
Se questo è un uomo chiesi a tutto il mondo.”
Those events I lived through and through.
When I again impropriated of my life
If this is a man I asked all the world. 
La sua voce non...

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The Flowers of Spring

Winter's icy grip may cling overly long some years
But the seemly reluctant warmth eventually breaks through
The frozen soil is released once more to bear its' fruit
And in a few turns of the earth the first shoots break free

The chill that has haunted...

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Les Souvenirs de Noël – Translation of Joy Williams’s « Memories of Christmas » by T. Wignesan

(Joy Williams, b. 1942 in Sydney. Since she was born « fair » of skin, the authorities forcibly removed her as a baby to be placed in a children’s...

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They paint the ground beneath the trees they served so well
Hues of red, orange, yellow and brown
All blended into an autumn camouflage
Laid down now in their final form of service

They lay moldering beneath their parent trees
In one final act of service of nurturing
They give their...

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Es oficial!!!!!!!
Se busca a cupido por criminal
es acusado de homicidio en el primer grado
con una flecha envenenada me ha disparado

me engaño, me hizo creer que todo estaria bien
ahora puedo sentir el dolor brotar por los poros de mi piel
espero que pronto la justicia lo encuentre
para...

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Hoy pude ver en tus ojos tristeza y dolor
como aquellos ojitos tuyos me hacian sentir peor
pues Dios es mi testigo que nunca fue mi intención
una simple confusion lleno de tristeza tu corazón

el dolor fue tan grande que quisiste de tu vida borrarme
como si nunca fuera...

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thought that I knew all of the footsteps
I would follow in the journey of my life
but the man in the moon smiled
and destiny asked my stars to dance
you turned my way…I felt my life change
the gentleness and honesty of our first kiss
feeling you reach into...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s KRIM: AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY TO SEPTEMBER 1989 - II by T. Wignesan

( This poem is from the collection, ESTUARIES: Poems 1989-91. Twickenham: Solaris, 1992, 62p. Pub. by Yasmin and Peterjon Skelt. Back cover photo by David McIntosh, “my sister’s son” - Eric...

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Translation of Roberta Flack's Killing Me Softly with his Song by T Wignesan

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgl-VRdXr7I


Refrain :

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

(Ses...

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DEATH?

		The hour of darkness is near at hand
		The cold night air blows a warning
		From out of the night a whistle screams
		And the earth erupts in light

		He sits huddled in his shell crater	
		Cool rain drizzles in about him
		The mud oozes around his feet
		A bug bites and...

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Cuando senti tus caricias me llenates el alma con tu dulzura 
despacio te fui conosiendo, Con lentitud te ganates mi corazón. 
Cuando te conocí fuites el ser que mas aprecie por tu linda forma de ser 
despacio te fui queriendo, Poco a poco me fuites...

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porta con sé una croce e la promessa di
riscatto
circoli danzanti attorno al tuo dolore
sussurrando parole dolci a voi come voi
try & sleep,
la sua voce si suppone per portare conforto
suoi incantesimi dovrebbero cacciare gli
problemi che state affrontando e
come mettere il purè caldo con burro
in una sera...

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UNSUPPORTED CODE Did You Notice?

Was the fluttering on your cheek the light brush of my lips
Was that soft touch on your hair the back of my fingers
Was that my aroma on the breeze that tickled your nose
Was that the taste of my breath when my...

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She looked down from her place on high
The killing cold time was just past
And now she waited and watched
She waited almost withholding her breath for the magic

The conifers stood majestically along the rim
Their dark bluish green as staid as they themselves
And interspersed was a light...

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