"confortable" poems
A chaque fois que tu rentres de bonne heure,
Mon coeur se remplit de Bonheur.
Tu illumines nos soirées monotones,
Tu nous fais rire avec tes blagues, même si elles redondonnent.
Avec toi on ne s'ennuie jamais,
On parle, on crie, on s'échange des secrets.
Tu n'hésites pas à nous faire des câlins,
Même quand tu t'en vas de bon matin.
On n'aime pas te voir partir si ****
On préfère quand tu restes dans le coin.
La Russie, c'est comme le bout du monde,
Heureusement que tu n'es pas James Bond!
On aime te voir à la maison,
Avec tes pyjamas troués et ta barbe de bison.
Même pas peur quand tu vas chez le coiffeur,
On connaît ta tête de pomme par cœur!
On a beau se plaindre de ton penchant pour les sucreries,
Il faut avouer qu'un peu de graisse, c'est aussi confortable qu'un lit.
Même si tu trempes ton pain au fromage dans ton café,
Nous, on a même pas peur de t'embrasser.
On a toujours hâte que tu reviennes,
Même si ca ne fait pas une heure que tu es parti.
Ne t'inquiètes pas on restera les mêmes,
On sera toujours là pour te faire des guilis.
T'es le roi des bisous, t'es le roi des Papas,
On t'aimera toujours, même si tu manges du chocolat!
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 6:12 AM UTC
The not me is blind
He can’t see past the illiteracy swamp
The not me is deaf
He can’t ear harmony in humankind
The not me is dumb
He oppresses and repress
The not me has no smell
He bargain and sell and swell
The not me has his hands clasped and tied
He’s guide to be a guileless tool
The not me are gray
They’re simply fuel
Dead corpses to play
Deny thyself
Untangle your eyes
Cease to be a machine
And become the self
I mean, let go of
Prejudice and conventions
And dogmas of society
Let yourself be carried by the self
Let go of thy dimension
Stable and confortable
Those made up dreams
Provide sense to existence
The self lives
Sees past unreal reality
Ears past instilled dreams
Lastly tastes the liberality
Lastly irradiates beams out
Of instilled tune
Lastly he flies from the cocoon
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 2:20 PM UTC
J'ai toujours menti pour dire la vérité.
Je joue aux jeux pour que les autres puissent gagner.
Tout est si important
que ça m'est égal.
Si je pense assez
j'oublierai tout.
Je suis le Roi des Ombres
important seulement pour les êtres qui existent en silence et poussière.
Je me change en pierre si je me tiens tranquille
à me trouver dans un jardin d'une telle beauté
avec les couleurs qui ont une sonorité jamais vue.
Je sens les émotions à travers le temps
celles qu'aucun humain ne peut sentir.
Je tombe à travers la sécurité confortable et rouge-noire
dans la clarté des vastes profondeurs du bleu foncé.
Mon corps s'est fait parfait pendant que je succombe
et mon esprit se réveille.
La musique du violon se condense en amour sous mes yeux
l'accord profond et sonore déchire le poison de mon esprit.
Je ressens les montées bleues claires de la vie dans mes veines quand je suis seul.
Je m'assieds avec les montagnes jusqu'à ce que nous nous unissions.
Mes yeux ne pourront jamais devenir impurs
mon âme est sans tache.
Il y a la curiosité silencieuse dans la Vie
l'amour dans ses yeux est si manifeste
son sourire si tendre
si silencieuse.
Ici sera où je pose la tête
c'est la réalité que je choisis.
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 4:31 PM UTC
Godo Is Not Coming
Ndue Ukaj
In a stormy weather, The road from Ireland is closed
In rainy nights, the sea cannot be crossed with small steps
When swallowed by solitude just as the Earth cracked from the earthquake
When pain has no time neither scientific decoding.
Godo is not coming, is late, the welcome has contaminated him
In a confortable sleep, is bending your dreams and my dreams.
He is not coming, neither in the tree of life nor in the theater of surprises
He is doing the sleep of welcome which your time doesn’t recognize... our time does not either
You are waiting, just as the bride waiting for her husband on the abandoned bed,
Dreaming with open arms while he brings the sack full of dreams
When he places his hands softly, just as in lovely hair...you relax in there
And begging for your dream, which is intertwined in your long fingers.
Suddenly a bite astounded your body, the hand flew from the sack.
You are wiping your forehead and understand that Godo is not here, neither his puzzling look is not here.
Nevertheless you are not convinced that your dream is in a sack.
It was tied as a noos forever just as Godo’s arrival.
Just as the lightning crossing over the river of words flowing ferociously
Just as your steps through dreams full of surprises towards the guards of time
Which make the noise of life and the dream of welcome.
And instill hope that Godo is going to come.
No, Godo is not coming...!
You are crying frantically until your tears have made a creek
Between your cheek bones and their continuous flow.
When the heart beats are felt just as the steps of the unknown
When sadness is knocking in the black night
Even Godo would have taken in his nail and be thrown away.
(Translated by Peter Tase)
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 5:53 PM UTC
Parlons du charme pittoresque de l’automne
Des cloches de l’Angélus qui carillonnent
Des fleurs autrefois jolies et fortes, sur le gazon
Oh ! Automne, tu es une très belle saison!
Parlons des pétales et sépales tombés du ciel
Où les arbres sont médusés et presque dévêtus
Et les oiseaux stupéfaits sont tombés des nues
Oh ! Automne, j’aime ton sourire doux et naturel.
La saison de l’automne a un charme sensationnel
Une fraîcheur tiède et confortable et un ton solennel
C’est l’or du soir qui tombe toute la sainte journée.
Ce sont les feuilles et fleurs multicolores sur le tapis
Oh ! Automne, tu nous donnes beaucoup à imaginer
Et nous montres comment mirer des moments polis.
P.S. Ce poème est dédié à Victor Hugo.
Copyright © Octobre 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l’auteur de nombreux recueils de poésie.
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 3:36 PM UTC
*My mother once told me, "the one" is the one who makes you confortable and happy. And not the one who intimidate you or makes you tremble.
That ******** "the one" doesn't exist because people change too much and so quiclky. Who might be the one today could be everything you hate tomorrow.
I don't care if you makes me tremble like a paper,
Or if my heart race when i'm near you,
Or if you makes me loose my words,
You make me feel things i never felt before with anyone,
It's all that matter to me.*
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
You complient me in away
I didn;t think exist
Cover me with kisses
of friendship and bliss
You shattered my wall
my pilar of ice
and make me feel confortable
whening I;m rolling them dice
I dream of you in darkness
and meadows of light
I vison you in circles
like vultures of the night
You make me plunge so deeply
Into my morbid mind
that there is nothing left
but words that are to kind
You cleverly force a smile
when a snear is all I've known
You make me resist the urge to run
when the voices tell me go......
Jul 31, 2010
Jul 31, 2010 at 4:19 PM UTC
I have a feeling
That i can comprehend
in my deepest thoughts you are more than just a lover
I would'nt want to rush as now as love we explore
But there's growing love inside
That we just can't ignore
I love the times we spend together
We are confortable and free
I think of you When we are alone
I think of you and me
We have a share
secrets to uncover there more
To life then we will both discover
I love you always
I'll love you when your dumb
I'll love you when your smart
I'll love you anyway you are right from the start
I'll love you if you're tall
I'll love you if you're short
I'll love you if you're handsome or just an ugly dork
I'll love you if you're toothless
I'll love you if you're blind
Anything that wrong with you to me you'll be fine
My heart is opening up now
Unlike it used to do
I see the pain That's in your heart and sometime I feel it to
I'll love you tomorrow
I'll love you today
I'll love you forever and forever always
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
You shirt is getting to tight
I've been wearing it for three years now
It was never the perfect fit
but it has always been confortable and warm.
Your shirt is becoming too itchy lately
Lately your shirt is becoming too tight
I've been wearing it for too long now.
It still belongs to me
It stil gives me warmth
But it doesn't feel like home anymore
It doesn't feel mine.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
I'm here alone again,
Thinking about all i've lived,
Thinking about the good times and the bad times,
Thinking about you, thinking about me.
I'm here alone again,
Infront the mirror, looking at me,
Looking my destruction,
Looking that i'm a mess.
I'm here, but not alone,
Because I found a place confortable,
between the darknes and the sadness,
So i don't have to feel alone again.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
Hablemos de la belleza pintoresca del otoño
De las campanas que repican en el Ángelus
De las flores, antaño bonitas y fuertes, en el césped
¡Oh, otoño, eres una estación muy soberbia!
Hablemos de los pétalos y sépalos caídos del cielo
Donde los árboles están aturdidos y casi desnudos
Y de los pájaros atónitos que han caído de las nubes
¡Oh, otoño, me encanta tu sonrisa maravillosa y natural.
La estación del otoño tiene un paisaje sensacional
Una frescura cálida y confortable y un tono solemne
Es el oro de la tarde que cae todas las horas.
Son las hojas y flores multicolores sobre las alfombras
¡Oh, otoño, nos das mucho que imaginar, que soñar
Y nos muestras cómo imitar momentos místicos y dorados.
Copyright © Octubre 2024, Hébert Logerie, Todos los derechos reservados.
Hébert Logerie es autor de numerosos poemarios.
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 10:52 PM UTC
Nothings gonna bring me down; I'm wild young and free.
If you don't like it that's fine by me.
I'm not here to impress you like a show for you to see.
I'm gonna spread my wings and soar I'm gonna just be.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
You are all after me
Telling me my life is perfect
As if i plant that in your brains
As if as soon as i feel down
I have all of you reminding me it's perfect
it's a dream
--
Really now i just feel alone
Right waiting for my familly to come home
How can i feel so alone next to the one i love
Afraid to be stuck
Back to a confort zone i don't feel confortable
--
I pannick
I need control over this emotion and very soon
--
Calm dow
Brief
You know it will all be alright
Remember to feel every moment
--
Actually I recovering from my bad side
I know it hurts
Not wondering why i feel what i feel
I am just fighting fall in love with you
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC
I once heard that women's hearts are lethal weapons
Did he hold mine and feel threatened?
Love is one of the fundamental lessons in life
But so is pain
It covers me like a second skin
So familiar
So confortable
I welcome it like an old friend
So welcoming
So warm
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 1:31 PM UTC