Short Translate Poems
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You've been gone so long.
My pen races to translate every heartbeat.
Longing to be together again.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
I want to hold you close and
feel your skin against mine.
Taste your lips, feel your warmth
Let my my strokes translate what my heart feels.
When my personal muse is shortly missing
And there are no deep thoughts of my own
I translate favorite poetry pieces
From Russian for the world to bestow.
you translate
braces as breaks
understood between
your two
front teeth
i don't want to
be separated
from either of these
so why don't or won't you
smile
for me
Form:
With sleepless eyes fix the Dawn,
with cracked lips Dew Drink!
Hear how he plays the time's wind,
see evil in you...and kill him!
translate from bulgarian: the author
Large - winged feathers
whisper through the air.
The sky speaks a little,
but before you can translate,
the moment finds you,
catching your breath.
Eagle.
each neophyte who has seen divine light
shouts from the rooftops, the sight so beheld
though mere words cannot translate bliss delight
he yet shares his knowing in rhymes misspelled
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into other languages if you can;
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to the earth's end.
People may still tell each other
about what has been
before the heavens upon us
do descend.
Ring the bell-hop, how quaint
Dial the Operator? – Translate! …
Western Union’s clickety-clack, now faint
alongside the sensory lure of wet paint
All of these ~ today, ain’t
I saw myself dressed
in steps of gray pantalon...
I saw me on a sad Saturday
lost in another language
that I couldn't translate...
the meaning of terrible act
of losing you in my life...!
Wisdom that doesn't give rise to feeling is incomplete,
Feeling that doesn't translate into action is incomplete,
Action that doesn't give rise to fulfilment is incomplete,
For fulfilment, is returning to the self.
Form:
We are not on the road
just to walk
much less to suffer...
We are walking
to learn who we are
and what we came here to do.. !
The code of all this,
belongs to each one...
All we must learn
is how to translate
it properly !
Each drop
speaks
as it splashes.
It's a foreign language
for the ghost in our hearts.
The mind cannot translate it,
flesh alone hears,
knows how to surrender,
to fall
through
that open sky
within the ground of being.
In this life of ours...
we will always be presented with images,
which will stir those inner sensations
which may,
sometimes confuse our interpretation of them...
only a certain inner strength
will translate our understanding.....
When I translate:
ancient greek,
Aramaic,
Esperanto and
other languages
I'm just one
one further curious ...
When I translate:
the crackling of the fire,
the whistle of the wind,
or the voice of silence,
I'm an apprentice
of poetry ...!
When I translate:
ancient greek,
Aramaic,
Esperanto and
other languages
I'm just one
a rapacious curious ...
When I translate:
the crackling of the fire,
the whistle of the wind,
or the voice of silence,
I'm an apprentice
of poetry ...!
Simple tranquil joy
Soothing healing balm
Bliss throb rapturous
Thus continuous
Sea of inner calm
What may we say
How to translate
Way bliss elates
Making us sway
We cannot
So do not
Slot the thought
Divine
Aligned
Bliss
13-October-2020
Arabic/Andalusian
I sit on my veranda
the breeze is as soft as a child's
good night kiss
the town is well-lit
but moonlight is better
I think of Andalusian
Arabic poems
I tried to translate
but failed
how is it possible
to catch
the ephemeral?
Irreparable brain damage,
concussion,
you have a brain tumor:
end of discussion.
You translate silence
with morse code,
twitching finger,
blank picture frame
in the mind's eye,
but do you see
or hear
or feel,
when we grasp your hand-
O, you the broken one,
you the motorcycle-flung.
wind crashes through me
trampling everything around—
I crumble. I lied.
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the youtube video is not mine, (song from Rivermaya) but yeah, voices out my thoughts regarding certain things, sorry though, I am lazy to translate...
Maraming salamat!
Man the drama got deep it always was we grew tired and yes....
Marijuana is addictive; just like alchohol just like cigarettes just like
Politices which translate to gambling and if you think that this world is ?
Ran by flesh as blood then, you've got another thing coming but the good news.
Form:
off she wrote
as if a doctor's
script to which
i had to translate
making out
certain words
that i needed
to sound out
loud making
my mouth
contort in
snorts
yet when all was
said and done
the note she
wrote was
simply
poetry
for what
else would
mi Musa
write
for
me
Form:
Winter trees stand stripped of speech
All grammar blown from branch and bark
The wind eats leaves then eats belief
Gnawing the light down to its dark
What’s left is bone against the sky
A forest left battered…aching still
Each trunk choking back its cry
The storm keeps trying to translate
Another dream has come to me
(Most horrid of its kind)
It showed me all that will never be
In my present state of mind
A nihilistic, sadistic Curse-
Disease that eats my harried brain
Just let it be, there's nothing worse
Than popping pills to ease the pain
*I'll let you translate the title lol ;)