Best Yad Poems
Oh how I love you.
Cherishing each moment,
for you have opened
my heart with your
everlasting and precious
love. Yet so tender; .uoy evol I woh hO
You place God ,tnemom hcae gnihsirehC
first in your life. And denepo evah uoy rof
I love you more for that. ruoy htiw traeh ym
Hold on to the other suoicerp dna gnitsalreve
half of my heart, ;rednet os teY .evol
for one day we doG ecalp uoY
Shall put them dnA .efil ruoy ni tsrif
Together .taht rof erom uoy evol I
As one rehto eht ot no dloH
With ,traeh ym fo flah
God. ew yad eno rof
meht tup llahS
rehtegoT
eno sA
htiW
.doG
Pace, G
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05-20-2012
Categories:
yad, i love you, life,
Form:
Shape
Good morning
gninrom dooG
look tired today
yadot derit kool I
I wash my face
ecaf ym hsaw I
Taking on a little makeup
puekam elttil a no gnikaT
Brushing my teeth
hteet ym gnihsurB
Finally, the lipstick on my lips
spil ym no kcitspil eht ,yllaniF
I smile to the mirror
rorrim eht ot elims I
Now I`m ready for the day
! yad doog a evaH
WHAT.......
A-L Andresen :)
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Categories:
yad, funny,
Form:
Free verse
Holocaust Memorial Day, Jan. 27 (Sentanka)
Let us remember
Murder of the innocents
Terror and hate
Jerusalem's Yad Vashem
Sacred place for the victims
Lasst uns erinnern
Mord an den Unschuldigen
Terror und Hass
Jerusalems Yad Vashem
Heiliger Platz für die Opfer
Déjenos recordar
Asesinato de innocentes
Terror y odio
Yad Vashem en Jerusalén
Sagrado lugar de víctimas
Note: The International Holocaust Memorial Day on January 27 marks the anniversary of the
liberation of the concentration camp of Auschwitz-Birkenau, the largest Nazi death camp on
January 27, 1945. The camp was liberated by Soviet troops and over 7,000 remaining
prisoners, mainly ill or near to death, were freed. It is estimated that at least 1.3
million people were deported to Auschwitz between 1940 and 1945. About 1.1 million were
murdered. Auschwitz-Birkenau is situated in Poland and was inscribed on the World Heritage
List in 1979.
Categories:
yad, sad
Form:
Tanka
teerts s'reteP .tS nwod gniklaW
edisa pets elpoep sa
egnarts rehtar niotalubmarep
edit eht tsniaga seog eh
kcab sih nopu kcasrevah
dnah sih ni dapeton dna
elbbircs fo senil gniniatnoc
dnatsrednu nac eh ylno
klofsnwot eht ot won nwonk llew
desu er'yeht hcihw ot thgis a
ecnis rotisiv a llet syawla nac uoy tub
desumeb kool netfo yeht
tsoppmal a dnuor spal owt
maR eht dnuor semit eerht dna
yad lamron rehtona tsuj s'ti
nam sdrawkcab gniklaw rof
(A Derby character, you can see him on Youtube.)
Categories:
yad, character,
Form:
Rhyme
Over a thousand souls
Sheltered from the hell
By a German industrialist
Whom he saved, would tell
From forced labour camps bought
Under the Third Reich's nose
To work in his factories
As their war effort grows
Diamonds and cash
Bribed Amon Goeth
A barbaric camp leader
Who spoke with deaths froth
The saved ones worked
Manufacturing grenades and shells
Not one could be fired
As history did tell
It's now the end of the war
With over a thousand saved
From their persecuted era
Where they were imprisoned, enslaved
Amon Goeth was hanged
Aged 37
The souls of the lost
Look down now from Heaven
This saviour of Jews
Died aged 66
He wanted to save more
Through his financial tricks
At Israels Yad Vashem
Righteous Among the Nations
Where they place rocks still
Oskar Schindler rests, in Jewish Heaven
My tribute to an amazing man, whose determination
to save as many Jews as he possibly could, and he did.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
Categories:
yad, death, dedication, devotion, history,
Form:
Rhyme
I rebmemer when I was a cute, little dik
underneath my steehsdeb I would slip.
retfA finishing one fo Dad’s chocolate stressed -
ymmoM would daer me The Three elttiL sgiP.
As I nageb to worg into a fine, erutam nam
I wenk I was different morf other fellas -
Didn’t want to daer Ayn Rand’s - The deahFountain
I was totally derutparne by Keats and yellehS.
And when it emac to a laugh-aloud eritas -
my admired rotnem was Sir Odgen hsaN.
For erom deeper prose I’d inhale the segap
fo words penned by Plath and notxeS Anne.
Edward eeblA is my etirovaf playwright -
I am in total ewa fo his powerful sdrow
and I truly leef his most gninnuts masterpiece
is “Who’s Afraid fo Virginia flooW?"
I have gib dreams fo being famous eno yad -
like a Eugene Neill’O or na Arthur relliM.
But in redro for one ot rehpiced my writings
they’ll have ot hold it ni front fo their rorrim.
Categories:
yad, imagination
Form:
Light Verse
Hamary bary my zamana baty karta hai
Bola do hum ko wo kahti hai
Nahi chahti k badnam ho donu Zamany my
Ab tor do yah rishta Wo kahti hai
Na milay ga koi dunya mu tyry jysa
Rakho gi hamysha yad tum ko wo kahti hai
Dyty howy khatt wo ro rahi thi
Yad kar k tumhy muskaraw gi wo kahti hai
Khatt b ro raha tha lafzoo ko dakh kar
Us k akhar my sada muskaraw wo kahti hai
Ab is zindagi ka my kya karo
Marny ka sochu to AMAR us ke ik bat yad ati hai
Jina sirf myry lia wo kahti hai
Categories:
yad, cry, lost love, love,
Form:
ABC
Mar jaain gay mar jaain gay
Tujhay phir ham yad ain gay..
Categories:
yad, funny love, hate, pashto,
Form:
Verse
AJ purani rahon say Zafar mujhay awaaz na day,
Mohinjo daro ki yad na day koi bhi chappa na day,
Gaand me Meri bazo na day koi bhi harapa na day,
Bhol Chuka Sara story koi bhi jado ka jhppa na day,
AJ door Hun purani rahon say supari gunahon say,
AJ purani rahon say Zafar mujhay awaaz na day..
Note.Khabardar bullet & injection not allowed..
Categories:
yad, addiction, cry, depression, film,
Form:
Lyric
K dil ki gahrae se nikal k har dum ek khyal aata h
Band hoti h aankhe to srf usi ka chehra najar aata h
Janta hu k kismat mujhe use pane ka hak nh degi
Pr bina kurbani diye bhe to pyar me mja kha aata h
K dil ki gahrae se nikal k har dum ek khyal aata h
Poonam ka chand aasma me jab kbhi dikhae deta h
Lgta h jise kahi dur koi naraj hum se baitha h
Dil k samundar me jab dubne lgti h yado ki kasti
To ek yad uski jise jeena, kahi dur koi kinara dikhae deta h
K dil ki gahrae se nikal k har dum ek khyal aata h
Categories:
yad, love,
Form:
With her pet toy in hand and playing,
In mother’s lap, a strange smile lurking,
To her lullaby whilst listening,
Eyes on Ma, at last succumbs to sleep,
Here’s happiness for me sound asleep.
Their heavy school bags left way aside,
Uniforms too thrown on whatso side,
Back from bunking class, leave un-applied,
Bare bodied when children dance in rain,
Here’s happiness for me sans restrain.
Dreams and young desires dancing in mind,
Two teenagers in tender love blind,
At the appointed place do when find
And haply together smile their smiles,
Here’s happiness to me that beguiles.
Dawns a day, and Ma wakes up early,
Finds the house bare and rather lonely,
And lo, the door-bell rings suddenly,
Her daughter and kids hug her in glee,
Here is crest of happiness to me.
One eve, the sun prepares when to pack,
I see grandpa— nigh bent at the back,
Nostalgic, playing old songs from rack
When breaks into dance that transcends age,
That’s happiness to me freed from cage.
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Based on a Gujarati poem by Shyamal Munshi, titled:
mane to sukh eman dekhaya, transliteration as follows:
ek ramakdun lai mana-gamatun,
mana khole hasatun ramatun,
mithan halardan sambhaltun,
mani same jotun balak unghi jaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
bhar bharelan daftar khakhi,
ek divas khunaman nakhi,
ninshal man pan chutti rakhi,
bhai-bandho sau thai ughada bhar varshaman nhaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
ichao laine ubheli,
ek chokari preme gheli,
nishchit sthane pahonchi vaheli,
premi ne jotan ni sathe acherun malakaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
ek divas ma vaheli jage,
ghar khali-kham sunun lage,
ghar no bel achanak vage,
‘ne bachhane lai dikari malava avi jaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
chho kede thi hoy valela,
ek sanj ni dubati vela,
dada sahu mitroni bhela,
juni filmo yad kari ne junan gito gaye,
mane to sukh eman dekhaye.
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Translations | 02.01.14 |
Categories:
yad, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
.htrow semit esoht yojne yam I os
dnim ym ni rewind sserp I
.snoitnetni gnipsarg thiw rehtob ot tnaw t'nod I tub
erom emos regnil ot yojne dluow I woh
em evael tsum ouy dna
su nopu gnliwarc si thgin eht
gnidne si yad eht tuB !O
seon gniretsulf sih ssik dna spil sih ruoved I woh O
,noitpircsed gnilaeppa a fo hcum toN
.eod gnilevart a fo seye dna ,wohs euqselrub a morf spil ,namevac a ekil daeh
drawkwa ,gnorts ,egral
;ecaf a fo noitaroballoc a tahw dnA
niks derit ym ni knird dluoc yeht os
ecaf ym puc taht sdnah
yrrow tuo bmoc dna ssetrs tuo hsurb ot
riah ym ni ezeerb taht sdnah
tnatropmi osla si meht ot deniojnoc s'tahw tuB
gnibrosba eniw hcum oot morf em deirrac taht smra
srewolf em dleh evah taht smrA
.smra demat ,kaew ,mraw
smra ni dleh nehw yllaicepse dias eb ot sdrow tseb eht
ouy evol I
Categories:
yad, love
Form:
Free verse
One of the most evil
periods
in human history
is vividly portrayed here
The proud hopes of the Renaissance
and the Enlightenment
gone up in smoke
like the murdered millions
Photos of cruelty and pain
cause me to reflect
on
the
nature of man
ponder what will
become of the
travelers on our hollow globe
Words fail to tell us
of the magnitude
of these murders
The horror and pain
have faded with the years
Light falling on the
snow in Jerusalem
creates patterns
in which those with deep souls
can forsee a better future
As the days and nights
continue to pass by
Perhaps one day we will all understand
We must try or perish
Evil must be remembered
Categories:
yad, holocaust, hope,
Form:
Free verse
Shoes
Thousands of them
Old and shriveled up like prunes
Worn leather with no luster
Shoes
Walked in by men
Men of the past who died in a scream
One loud scream
One deafening sound
An echo felt from inside my soul
Chains and memoirs
Boxcars and stolen treasures
Today I leave this museum believing I am a Jew.
10-13-17
gwendolen song
Categories:
yad, faith, holocaust, jewish,
Form:
Free verse
his mind was programmed to notice the slightest change
he stayed alert, and would often sit in the dark corner
of a dark room, monitoring the shadow of the moon.
I thought he was crazy, my instincts weren't as keen as his,
he and I together made comedy, I didn't find it smart
to pair us together at first, those brilliant minds
that make all that money, seemed to
have made a mistake using comparative togetherness, uniting us.
It is as wise for man to monitor and control that which he spends
his time doing: and as wise to monitor and control those he spends
his time with doing such chores. This makes sense when you might
have to
take heat for something going wrong: get it right and they'll love you
but, once the milk is soured only the cheesemaker knows what kinda
cheese he's making. The writer Graspie Teaser said it best in the
Book Daffa and the Thing "when change occurs, only the outcome
of change means anything!"
"might the minds that bought us together
spend time to find a way to seperate us
that these endings might have happiness
in our parting!"
"We should never have anything to work out
because we have reasons
to be be apart."
Written by Seitnelav Yad
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Categories:
yad, introspection, music,
Form:
Canzone