First day gone
Already far to long
Still I will patiently wait
Wait for the day
When you wander back my way
I can picture it now in my mind
Most beautiful flower in my garden of one
Again we'll be watching
the rise and fall of the Sun
Separated for now
Although nobody's fault
I will patiently wait
And hope that I still have
the keys to your vault
Pallanes
Every poem I write
it is a kiss that i offer with affection...
Who my poetry reads,
feels poetically osculated...!
[I work at an office,
with a fixed salary
to feed a family:
without a denial to hardwork
I work tediously
my little ones attend school routinely,
We solely wish necessities
neither comforts nor luxuries].
Dear me! I desire if it was true
but fellow humankind treat us erroneously.
It's arctic outside.
we wander the streets in austerity,
in rags; all cold and hungry
I implore the privileged for aid
but all futile,
The men of wealth treat us indifferently.
Now my words of present describe my past,
no more cold or hungry we are;
hostility of mankind is yet more painful
than slow death to starvation,
My family and I are long gone by
Oh mankind! a little help would have sufficed.
Grow in silence,
That I call a reliance;
In that no one will choke
And break my heart like a joke .
It picks me up from the mess;
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
An escape from the raucous world,
And the stories which are themselves curled.
Imagination thrives in it;
Where the soul feels a certain grit.
It gives a meaning to the esse,
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
Silence has a lot to say
And shows an unerring way.
It holds answers,
That are as right as lancers.
It makes the erroneous situation redress;
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
It makes a person ablaze,
For 'tis more poignant than a phrase.
Silence is often misconceived as an uncanny situation;
In truth it's a peaceful combination.
It offers calmness and makes the hassle less.
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
Some thinks that 'tis traumatic,
While some thinks that it's erratic;
But though 'tis full of hope and not a runnel,
Verily it's like a light at the end of the tunnel.
It's like an ocean that's serene and pulls me from distress;
Sh! Hear the nothingness.
-Namish
Esse sou eu, e você
Vivo para tornar o trabalho um prazer;
uso a riqueza para suportar as necessidades;
tenho a força para lutar com dificuldades e abandoná-los;
tenho coragem para confessar meus pecados;
paciência para trabalhar duro;
caridade para ver algo de bom no vizinho;
amor para ser útil à outras pessoas;
fé para tornar real as coisas sonhadas
esperança para remover todos os medos ansiosos em relação ao futuro;
Vontade para fazer sempre um pouco a mais.
E Você?
Esse site é dedicado a uma pessoa inteligente o bastante para se deixar amar. Inteligente o bastante para usar cada poema, cada frase com maestria.
Essa pessoa sabe que pode ser grande como merece, sem receio de se deixar brilhar. Sabe que a sua vida é mais importante do que todo o ouro do mundo. Mais bela que as estrelas: obra-prima do Autor da vida. Sabe que ninguém é igual no palco da vida.
Pessoa que insiste em ti mesma e que nunca imita – Insiste para fazer cada vez melhor aquilo que sabe fazer melhor. Inspira ensinando a fazer. Reconhece que ninguém sabe ainda o que seja, nem o pode saber, enquanto não lhe for demonstrado.
Essa pessoa acredita que todas as outras são únicas. Tem o direito de sonhar e jamais desistir.
Você seja profundamente apaixonada pela vida. Pois a vida é um espetáculo imperdível.
Você é um ser humano insubstituível.
Vivas a esse site!
Omnia esse caduca
Everything is transient.
Even an absence of faith
is a quest for faith.
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