Foreign Language Poems


Posted by: Alexis Karpouzos
in Poems (Foreign Language Poems)
I come from the depths of infinity
and from all directions of space-time.
I traveled through dark tunnels, went through solar storms.
I went straight, circled, parallel, rotated as a spiral.
Cosmic clouds trapped me and escaped from them.
Avoided collisions with meteories.
I was helped by exotic particles,
neutron stars and the love of gravity.
Every leaf, every flower, every mountain and lake,
every cloud and every star and every atom recognize me and greet me.
I feel that I have live for million lifetimes.
Who am I? What is my purpose?
Last night I sent a question into universe, asking "who am I or am I not?
The universe responded immediately:
You asked me the same thing billions of years ago.
And then and now I answer:
You're the smile of no birth and no death,
The Hidden Law.
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    Posted by: Alexis Karpouzos
    in Poems (Foreign Language Poems)
    I know that I shall meet my shadow,
    one day, is our fate. I know that, someday,
    the light ends for us and the deadly gravity
    will absorb us. And again, a magician spark
    will shine and a ocean of souls
    will flood the universe and will
    give birth to stars and grief.
    And maybe, just maybe, in another heaven,
    my dreams will be your dreams.
    You see, everything repeats itself
    and everything will be reincarnated in different forms.
    An incredible miracle, carefree, and we live in it.
    The miracle is folded into your heart.
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      Posted by: Giulia Ciotola
      in Poems (Foreign Language Poems, Love)
      Protect your heart my head said
      So delicate, so fragile
      like a flower I kept it
      hidden deep into the branches
      but then you came
      like a sunshine

      Without fear you
      you destroyed every barrier
      Whathever it was
      doesn't matter you get hurt
      but in the end, so brave
      you got that flower
      you picked that flower

      Step by step
      a smile, a pat
      closer and closer to this little bud
      waiting for you to bloom

      Without fear you
      you destroyed every barrier
      Whathever it was
      doesn't matter you get hurt
      but in the end, so brave
      you got that flower
      you picked that flower

      All those branches
      there's no need anymore
      my heart is stronger now
      all thanks to you
      You're the light
      you're the water
      I'll trust you more
      step by step
      without fear
      I'll hold your hand

      I'll hold your hand.
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        Posted by: Gigliola Perin
        in Poems (Foreign Language Poems)
        Remember
        As you has your woman,
        There is a man that caresses your skin.
        While you forget her,
        There is someone else that makes you feel important.
        As you put it at the corner
        a man tends his hand
        Remember
        You from thorns and tears
        and a man treats its petals
        You take away the dreams
        He touches the heart
        Be careful thou who by your woman
        for granted
        You may find that as you kill
        illusions, someone gives the colors.
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          Posted by: Zio Haus
          in Poems (Foreign Language Poems, Personal Poetry)
          A nervous biting of the fingers
          to keep the usual thoughts at bay
          and an annoying hunger that lingers
          make me wonder why I should stay.

          Iím forgetting what itís like to be caressed by a stray ray
          of sunshine that from a prison of leaves broke free,
          condemned to a life sentence within this societyís walls.

          Keep telling myself Iíll soon get away,
          but it never happens
          and day per day life slips away.
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            Posted by: Zio Haus
            in Poems (Foreign Language Poems, Personal Poetry)
            Brought up within the walls of this prison
            Convinced that thinking for yourself is treason
            Nine to five and for a break therŤ s a season.
            But I refuse to cooperate
            I retaliate.
            And in society's ass I'm a thorn
            'Cause inside I've got a storm
            that can't be constrained in a city shaped dome.
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              Posted by: Zio Haus
              in Poems (Foreign Language Poems, Personal Poetry)
              LifŤ s puppeteers, whoever may they be
              are certainly fond of toying with me;
              After long searching for love,
              I found myself falling for one.
              I thought her placed wonderfully in my vision;
              of course I did, she was my own creation.
              So foolish as to think the dream real,
              now I'm even grieving in knowing her forever disappeared.
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                Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
                in Poems (Foreign Language Poems)
                He ate and drank the precious Words -
                His Spirit grew robust -
                He knew no more that he was poor,
                Nor that his frame was Dust -
                He danced along the dingy Days
                And this Bequest of Wings
                Was but a Book - What Liberty
                A loosened Spirit brings.
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                  Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
                  in Poems (Foreign Language Poems)
                  The Bird her punctual music brings
                  And lays it in it's place -
                  It's place is in the Human Heart
                  And in the Heavenly Grace -
                  What respite from her thrilling toil
                  Did Beauty ever take -
                  But Work might be Electric Rest
                  To those that Magic make.
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