Mother Tongue Poems - Poems about Mother Tongue

I still didn't get my share from life, I will not stop fighting until I die. I will write lot of poem looks like, Who read remember name of my. If my ancestors spirit support to me, From every my poem smell of Kazakh left. If there is a generation, That truly love nation, He will take that letter to the future...

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Oh my dear world wide second language, ...

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The heroic books, even if printed in the character of our mother tongue, Will always remain in a dead language for degenerate times; And we must laboriously seek the meaning of each word and line, Conjecturing a broader sense than what common use permits From what our wisdom, valor, and generosity have formed... In the flow of consciousness, I lose...

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Since English language my mother tongue, no surprise... etymology encurtains, encompasses, and encapsulates healthy fixation why I can spend countless hours engrossed with printed material courtesy select magazines or books, plus aiming to craft satisfactory poems or prose as an avocation to share with anonymous well seasoned cyber surfers, and perhaps - wishful thinking of mine being celebrated, lauded, touted, et cetera posthumously as a storied author, one...

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I want to return to my mother To my mother tongue Like the clouds return to the Ocean Like the air return to the sky Like the cows goes to their home When the sun gets down As the ants return to their anthills As the woodpecker return to the wood. Let me return to my mother land When my tongue becomes...

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If I speak with you in russian will you understand? You will not understand cox your native language is not russian. So,logically divine power speaks with you in your mother tongue. In this way you and your People can understand it easilly....

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The first language that you learn when you are a baby. Rather than a language learned at school or an adult. The language which a person has grown up speaking from early childhood. Persons's local language.... That is, a language learned from birth. Also called a first language, dominant language, home language and native language Chipepo Lwele In Celebration of International...

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"The streams are my veins." Coursing through my limbs, the streams are my veins Just as the wind is the breath in each lung Blowing dry sand far across desert plains by Nature’s mother tongue I bleed the river and springs that have sprung Cry tsunami’s until nothing remains For my wooden children, taken too young I strain and toil for the...

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MOTHER TONGUE MOTHER TONGUE IS A LANGUAGE OF NATION MOTHER TONGUE IS A PROUD OF NATION MOTHER TONGUE IS A BASE OF NATION MOTHER TONGUE IS A IDENTITY OF NATION MOTHER TONGUE IS A DIGNITY OF NATION MOTHER TONGUE IS A EMOTION OF NATION MOTHER TONGUE IS A MOTION OF NATION MOTHER TONGUE IS A RELATION OF NATION MOTHER TONGUE IS A RESPECT OF...

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The dreams sure were dreamt— by one alone, Not by both and sure failed to reach peak. Let’s now build together our dream house— Bring own base, cement, mortar, each brick. Let all need temples to placate God, Not us; hope, He has not made us meek. If He’s made us in His tall image, Petitions, pleadings would make Him sick. Let sorrows...

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(Though I write mostly in English, I read mostly in Hindi because for me, it is the best language) The beauty of language Is revealed Through my Hindi...

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Mother Tongue by Rick Folker March 15, 2017 Words... Words bereft of beauty bitter words barely concealing the viscious intent of opaque surfaces concealing truth with the fake, urging us to destroy - not to make swallowing the ashes; leaving rage in their wake Separating the hater from the hate But I too, have words Words that patiently ripen beneath that opaque substrate they wait, they wait Roiling like...

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Yes ma, mother tongue my ears are not deaf to your calling even when I am dead at night and far I have gone in the world beyond – world ceiling for not like others, stumbling waddling falling dying is your voice in their ears I have wanted to die my ears to this calling to die it like a day old life-less infant for even if...

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We had a steel-coiled fence that kept us apart; kept in purity, spoke out in purity. We played Barbies in a tree that bordered each side, not knowing it had a zone. Our Barbie world was created; dresses hung on branches little mirrors for wee doll hands; leaves assigned our closets. I gibbered and you jabbered, and the worst thing happened, I learnt English, but...

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