Doon Poems - Poems about Doon

...For your sake, this heart that isn't even close to me, I shall make it yours. If you come and reside within me, I shall turn that very heart into a temple. Weaving a swing from your dreams, I s......

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...Tumse anjaan toh nahi, par pehchaan itni mukammal bhi nahi. Tumse har lamha juda hai, par kahani-e-safar itna saral bhi nahi. Tere lafzon ki khamoshi, kuch raaz chhupati hai. Main samajhna toh cha......

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...BROKEN DOWN ANGELS It disny seem that long ago Toddling and having fun, Crawling then walking along the floor And learning how tae run. Potty trained and full eh life They’d run you af yer......

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...TWA HAIRY DUGS Twa hairy dugs Walking doon the street, Raking in the buckets Tae find a bite tae eat. Licking oot a puddle Tae git a nice cool drink, Survival on the streets alone They r......

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... Tujhse shikaayat nahi rakhti main, Tere manaane ka andaaz, Kaafi pasand hai mujhe Har baat kitni gaur se sunta hai tu meri, Sochti hoon, badle mein aisa kya doon tujhe? Kuch aisa... Ki tujh......

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...Tak oor grund from beneath oor hurdies Burn oor birches aside the lough, Besmirch hard fecht fur freedom, Dictating oor days tae come, No from the pint o a gun, Fae laws an promis......

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...Watching the ripples of the clear water of the Spey Setting sun lighting field and trees of the strath Salmon jumping clear to catch a fly A sob as water runs from my eye. Doon tae the firth o ......

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...Sound of a song softly sung rose in the air and through windows Barred to let air and light in and little else. A lament sung in Gaelic tongue foreign to ears used to French, But its meaning under......

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...Grouin up in Glesga wis nae mean feat Pleyin in the back courts an dreepin the wass Plouterin in puddles manky water sploshing aboot, Searching in yon mucky middens fur treasure Thrown oot by the......

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...The Spirits of Culloden. This is like a pilgrimage, a try tae come every year, Gather at the cairn, meet old friends, wipe away a tear. Standin on that moor, that once with blood was sodden, Pay......

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...Ma boatie sailed ower the mist covered sea, I searched an sought for your hidden shore, Shrouded in mist frae ma searching eye. You left in a red mist o yer makin, Stormin aff afore ah could stoa......

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...I came back home to see the land, To search for spirit, see the Clan. Some Clan came by, some Clan we searched. Had many a night, some mornings cursed. The land rolls on through glen and Loch,......

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...TIGHT WAD Yer cannie, as cannie be. Nae sloutch, or frivolous, spend-thrift, ye. Whose coin, to feered to leave the purse, -in-case it’s ye’sd tae quench the thirst. O, the ither, who just stood......

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...Banks o' Doon by Robert Burns modern English translation by Michael R. Burch Oh, banks and hills of lovely Doon, How can you bloom so fresh and fair; How can you chant, ecstatic birds, When I......

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...Oft in My Thought by Charles D'Orleans translation by Michael R. Burch So often in my busy mind I sought, Around the advent of the fledgling year, For something pretty that I really ought To ......

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