Foreign Language Poems


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.

      I’m forgetting what it’s 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 society’s walls.

      Keep telling myself I’ll 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 therè 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)
          Lifè 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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                Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
                in Poems (Foreign Language Poems)
                The Spirit lasts - but in what mode
                Below, the Body speaks,
                But as the Spirit furnishes
                Apart, it never talks
                The Music in the Violin
                Does not emerge alone
                But Arm in Arm with Touch, yet Touch
                Alone - is not a Tune
                The Spirit lurks within the Flesh
                Like Tides within the Sea
                That make the Water live, estranged
                What would the Either be?
                Does that know - now - or does it cease
                That which to this is done,
                Resuming at a mutual date
                With every future one?
                Instinct pursues the Adamant,
                Exacting this Reply,
                Adversity if it may be,
                Or wild Prosperity,
                The Rumor's Gate was shut so tight
                Before my Mind was sown,
                Not even a Prognostic's Push
                Could make a Dent thereon.
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