"energie" poems - Hello Poetry

Vat ń slukkie verdriet En ontnugter jou verstand Tot dit niks meer As net ń spookdorp is Wat tolbos oor Jou silwerdoek-lewe nie Jy voed op energie , maar in ń moeë wêreld Teer jy jouself uit Totdat honger straatkinders Jou ribbes speel soos marimbas Vir net ń laaste trek. Dalk is vandag Net een van dáárdie dae , waar jy my sou red En jou skouers my vertroosting sou wees- Jou lippe my spiersalf Vir ń hart wat seer geklop is. Een van daardie dae , maar jy is nog een van Dáárdie mense... Een van mý dae... Iets wat jy nie is nie- Myne

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Apr 23, 2014

Apr 23, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC

pieter-andries-christiaan

Al een ; aleen

Vat ń slukkie verdriet En ontnugter jou verstand Tot dit niks meer As net ń spookdorp is Wat tolbos oor Jou silwerdoek-lewe nie Jy voed op energie , maar in ń moeë wêreld Teer jy jouself uit Totdat honger straatkinders Jou ribbes speel soos marimbas Vir net ń laaste trek. Dalk is vandag Net een van dáárdie dae , waar jy my sou red En jou skouers my vertroosting sou wees- Jou lippe my spiersalf Vir ń hart wat seer geklop is. Een van daardie dae , maar jy is nog een van Dáárdie mense... Een van mý dae... Iets wat jy nie is nie- Myne

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Lieve Celina , Ik heb gehoord dat je een One Direction fan bent, een nogal grote ook. Er schoot Something Great in me te voor , Ik weet dat One Thing dat jij wilt is om *** te ontmoetenLieve Celina , Ik heb gehoord dat je een One Direction fan bent, een nogal grote ook. Er schoot Something Great in me te voor , Ik weet dat One Thing dat jij wilt is om *** te ontmoeten Dus ik was Up All Night om iets over een energie volle meid te schrijven die van One Direction houd met No Control en dat is niet erg want You Gotta be You One way or another wou ik er iets moois van maken What makes you beautiful is dat jij jezelf blijft In de klas of buiten de klas blijf je wie je bent en dat is iets dat niemand van je af kan nemen blijf wie je bent en One Way Or Another zullen je dromen uit komen maar Live While You’re Young wees Alive en Believe in your Heart Magic Moments zijn er voor even maar die Midnight Memories blijven in je hart Ik wil dat je Magic Moments in je leven maakt en daarvan de Memories in je hart opslaat Leef je leven als 1 groot Moment en Happily believe in your Heart zodat je alle obstakels overwint en dat je je dromen waar maakt. Stand Up en wees jezelf , kijk de wereld aan en overkom alle moeilijke tijden door altijd jezelf te blijven , een energie volle meid die toch gewoon wilt slapen maar ze weet andere blij te houden met haar energie volle houding. We zijn allemaal heel erg dankbaar dat je ons blij houd als je bij ons bent en dat is iets dat niemand van je kan afnemen. You are more than a class mate , you are a Girl Almighty ----Door Levon Tamazyan

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Dec 16, 2014

Dec 16, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC

levon-tamazyan

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Lieve Celina , Ik heb gehoord dat je een One Direction fan bent, een nogal grote ook. Er schoot Something Great in me te voor , Ik weet dat One Thing dat jij wilt is om *** te ontmoetenLieve Celina , Ik heb gehoord dat je een One Direction fan bent, een nogal grote ook. Er schoot Something Great in me te voor , Ik weet dat One Thing dat jij wilt is om *** te ontmoeten Dus ik was Up All Night om iets over een energie volle meid te schrijven die van One Direction houd met No Control en dat is niet erg want You Gotta be You One way or another wou ik er iets moois van maken What makes you beautiful is dat jij jezelf blijft In de klas of buiten de klas blijf je wie je bent en dat is iets dat niemand van je af kan nemen blijf wie je bent en One Way Or Another zullen je dromen uit komen maar Live While You’re Young wees Alive en Believe in your Heart Magic Moments zijn er voor even maar die Midnight Memories blijven in je hart Ik wil dat je Magic Moments in je leven maakt en daarvan de Memories in je hart opslaat Leef je leven als 1 groot Moment en Happily believe in your Heart zodat je alle obstakels overwint en dat je je dromen waar maakt. Stand Up en wees jezelf , kijk de wereld aan en overkom alle moeilijke tijden door altijd jezelf te blijven , een energie volle meid die toch gewoon wilt slapen maar ze weet andere blij te houden met haar energie volle houding. We zijn allemaal heel erg dankbaar dat je ons blij houd als je bij ons bent en dat is iets dat niemand van je kan afnemen. You are more than a class mate , you are a Girl Almighty ----Door Levon Tamazyan

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Ich will dass ihr mir vertraut Ich will dass ihr mir glaubt Ich will eure Blicke spüren Ich will jeden Herzschlag kontrollieren Ich will eure Stimmen hören Ich will die Ruhe stören Ich will dass ihr mich gut seht Ich will dass ihr mich versteht Ich will eure Phantasie Ich will eure Energie Ich will eure Hände sehen Ich will in Beifall untergehen Seht ihr mich? Versteht ihr mich? Fühlt ihr mich? Hört ihr mich? Könnt ihr mich hören? Wir hören dich Könnt ihr mich sehen? Wir sehen dich Könnt ihr mich fühlen? Wir fühlen dich Ich versteh' euch nicht Ich will Wir wollen dass ihr uns vertraut Wir wollen dass ihr uns alles glaubt Wir wollen eure Hände sehen Wir wollen in Beifall untergeh'n - ja Könnt ihr mich hören? Wir hören dich Könnt ihr mich sehen? Wir sehen dich Könnt ihr mich fühlen? Wir fühlen dich Ich versteh' euch nicht Könnt ihr uns hören? Wir hören euch Könnt ihr uns sehen? Wir sehen euch Könnt ihr uns fühlen? Wir fühlen euch Wir verstehe'n euch nicht Ich will

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Sep 13, 2013

Sep 13, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

Ich Will - Rammstein

Ich will dass ihr mir vertraut Ich will dass ihr mir glaubt Ich will eure Blicke spüren Ich will jeden Herzschlag kontrollieren Ich will eure Stimmen hören Ich will die Ruhe stören Ich will dass ihr mich gut seht Ich will dass ihr mich versteht Ich will eure Phantasie Ich will eure Energie Ich will eure Hände sehen Ich will in Beifall untergehen Seht ihr mich? Versteht ihr mich? Fühlt ihr mich? Hört ihr mich? Könnt ihr mich hören? Wir hören dich Könnt ihr mich sehen? Wir sehen dich Könnt ihr mich fühlen? Wir fühlen dich Ich versteh' euch nicht Ich will Wir wollen dass ihr uns vertraut Wir wollen dass ihr uns alles glaubt Wir wollen eure Hände sehen Wir wollen in Beifall untergeh'n - ja Könnt ihr mich hören? Wir hören dich Könnt ihr mich sehen? Wir sehen dich Könnt ihr mich fühlen? Wir fühlen dich Ich versteh' euch nicht Könnt ihr uns hören? Wir hören euch Könnt ihr uns sehen? Wir sehen euch Könnt ihr uns fühlen? Wir fühlen euch Wir verstehe'n euch nicht Ich will

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Yarinya! Born into a life which gave you little or no choices. Your basket of options had only oranges for sale and a tray to balance on your head. Yarinya! Your small feet tread the path baked hot by the mean African sun. Yarinya! Working to cater for the adult mouths of those who forged you. Yarinya! Life has so much to offer you but how your arms are deprived their right to reaching out because they support the tray on your head. Yarinya! The rags you wear shall not mark you out for shame. Yarinya! Your kind have shaped the world for the better. Yarinya! I heard about another of your kind who once sold bread on the streets of Lagos. They say she unconsciously walked into a picture and for her, that was the beginning of a new story. Yarinya! The tray on your head shall not suppress the intellect hidden in your head. Yarinya! Until I find you, hold on to that tray and sell the best oranges you can find. Until I find you, bear the blisters on your feet for lack of shoes. Until I find you, keep your story alive on your lips. When I find you, we'll sell your story, "Yarinya Mai Talle." And the world will know that her children deserve much more than just clean water and UNICEF endorsements or a tray of hawker's items and a society dead to its conscience. Yarinya! Where ever you are, On the streets of Italy or under the bridge in Lagos, Under the "dogon yaro" tree in Kano or in your father's house in Brazil Until I find you, God keep you from those seeking to marry you at five so they can wife you at eight. *Yarinya-means "young female" #DiariesOfAnAfricanChild #ChildMarriage #ModernSlavery #ChildProstitution #AwakenYourConscience #IfIWereYourChild #PhotosByOlumideOresugun #Liferadio101 #Energie

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Mar 23, 2016

Mar 23, 2016 at 7:54 AM UTC

energie

YARINYA

Yarinya! Born into a life which gave you little or no choices. Your basket of options had only oranges for sale and a tray to balance on your head. Yarinya! Your small feet tread the path baked hot by the mean African sun. Yarinya! Working to cater for the adult mouths of those who forged you. Yarinya! Life has so much to offer you but how your arms are deprived their right to reaching out because they support the tray on your head. Yarinya! The rags you wear shall not mark you out for shame. Yarinya! Your kind have shaped the world for the better. Yarinya! I heard about another of your kind who once sold bread on the streets of Lagos. They say she unconsciously walked into a picture and for her, that was the beginning of a new story. Yarinya! The tray on your head shall not suppress the intellect hidden in your head. Yarinya! Until I find you, hold on to that tray and sell the best oranges you can find. Until I find you, bear the blisters on your feet for lack of shoes. Until I find you, keep your story alive on your lips. When I find you, we'll sell your story, "Yarinya Mai Talle." And the world will know that her children deserve much more than just clean water and UNICEF endorsements or a tray of hawker's items and a society dead to its conscience. Yarinya! Where ever you are, On the streets of Italy or under the bridge in Lagos, Under the "dogon yaro" tree in Kano or in your father's house in Brazil Until I find you, God keep you from those seeking to marry you at five so they can wife you at eight. *Yarinya-means "young female" #DiariesOfAnAfricanChild #ChildMarriage #ModernSlavery #ChildProstitution #AwakenYourConscience #IfIWereYourChild #PhotosByOlumideOresugun #Liferadio101 #Energie

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everyday people ask me what depression is like id always anwer you wouldnt understand. you wouldnt understand what it feels like to drown deeper in sadness everyday, or how it feels to cry myself to sleep,and not say a peep. you wouldnt understand the pain i hide behind that bright smile i constantly put on, to hide all that shame. you would never understand the cuts on my body, people constantly telling me ive been naughty. i constantly feel like im going insane, what is wrong with my brain, im sick of hiding all the pain. but most importantly you would never understand true sadness, what its like to constantly feel sick,not physicly but mentally. constantly having no energie, wanting to erase your memory. depression but this is the reality of sadness

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Dec 6, 2013

Dec 6, 2013 at 12:44 PM UTC

psm

sadness

everyday people ask me what depression is like id always anwer you wouldnt understand. you wouldnt understand what it feels like to drown deeper in sadness everyday, or how it feels to cry myself to sleep,and not say a peep. you wouldnt understand the pain i hide behind that bright smile i constantly put on, to hide all that shame. you would never understand the cuts on my body, people constantly telling me ive been naughty. i constantly feel like im going insane, what is wrong with my brain, im sick of hiding all the pain. but most importantly you would never understand true sadness, what its like to constantly feel sick,not physicly but mentally. constantly having no energie, wanting to erase your memory. depression but this is the reality of sadness

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this morning i woke up, With the feeling i haven't slept in days. That my voice was gone forever, but i took a deep breath, "I can do this" thats what i told myself and I got out of bed, and got dressed. Went to school. No breakfast, no lunch. People were always making comment about me. "Walk faster, you're slow" Thanks i know, i don't have any energie. That's what i said in my head. "You're not eating." Are you sherlock holmes? Yes i'm not eating, i'm not hungry Or thats what i tell myself. "You look sad" I am, and i want to throw up. But i did not say anything "You look Fat I mean, more than usual." Thanks. Realy thank. When i got home, I went in my room, Cried in my bed. Got up, Took my favorite tool, And made myself feel beter. At lest, that's what i told myself when i was hiding the blood runing threw my finger. That's what i tell Myself.

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Feb 11, 2015

Feb 11, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC

elodie-boucher-lemay

That is what i tell myself.

this morning i woke up, With the feeling i haven't slept in days. That my voice was gone forever, but i took a deep breath, "I can do this" thats what i told myself and I got out of bed, and got dressed. Went to school. No breakfast, no lunch. People were always making comment about me. "Walk faster, you're slow" Thanks i know, i don't have any energie. That's what i said in my head. "You're not eating." Are you sherlock holmes? Yes i'm not eating, i'm not hungry Or thats what i tell myself. "You look sad" I am, and i want to throw up. But i did not say anything "You look Fat I mean, more than usual." Thanks. Realy thank. When i got home, I went in my room, Cried in my bed. Got up, Took my favorite tool, And made myself feel beter. At lest, that's what i told myself when i was hiding the blood runing threw my finger. That's what i tell Myself.

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Spesso ripeto sottovoce che si deve vivere di ricordi solo quando mi sono rimasti pochi giorni. Quello che è passato è come se non ci fosse mai stato. Il passato è un laccio che stringe la gola alla mia mente e toglie energie per affrontare il mio presente. Il passato è solo fumo di chi non ha vissuto. Quello che ** già visto non conta più niente. Il passato ed il futuro non sono realtà ma solo effimere illusioni. Devo liberarmi del tempo e vivere il presente giacché non esiste altro tempo che questo meraviglioso istante.

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Alda Merini

Il mio passato

Spesso ripeto sottovoce che si deve vivere di ricordi solo quando mi sono rimasti pochi giorni. Quello che è passato è come se non ci fosse mai stato. Il passato è un laccio che stringe la gola alla mia mente e toglie energie per affrontare il mio presente. Il passato è solo fumo di chi non ha vissuto. Quello che ** già visto non conta più niente. Il passato ed il futuro non sono realtà ma solo effimere illusioni. Devo liberarmi del tempo e vivere il presente giacché non esiste altro tempo che questo meraviglioso istante.

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(Literal Translation from Romanian) This poem, actually, it's not even a poem, just some random text that will waste your time and energy, will try to hurt you and rub salt in the wound, it will mess with you a bit. That's what happens when you don't read what you're supposed to. This text was born to teach you a lesson: next time be more careful with what you choose to read! (Alternative translation I) A Poem Not Meant to Be Read This poem, in truth, is no poem at all, just a simple text, meant to stall— to steal your time, your energy, too, to wound your soul and rub in the salt, mocking you, it’s your fault. That’s what happens, don’t you see, when you read what’s unworthy. This text was born with a goal in mind: to set you straight, to make you find a better path, a wiser way— be cautious in the books you stray! (Alternative translation II) not recommended for reading this poem truthfully isn't even poetry, just some random text that will steal your time and drain your energy, will try to wound you deep and on that wound will heap salt, in other words it's making fun of you. that's what you get, it's true, when you don't read what's due. this text was meant to be a lesson, you will see: next time be more careful with what you choose to read! (Original poem) poezie nerecomandată lecturii această poezie, de fapt nici nu e poezie, ci doar un text oarecare care îţi va lua ceva timp şi ceva energie, va încerca să te rănească şi pe rană să-ţi presoare sare, adică îsi va bate niţel joc de tine. aşa-i, când nu citeşti ceea ce se cuvine. acestui text i-a fost dat să se nască pentru a te pune la cale: altădată să fii mai precaut în lecturile tale!

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Nov 19, 2024

Nov 19, 2024 at 6:13 PM UTC

valentin_eni

A Poem Not Meant to Be Read

(Literal Translation from Romanian) This poem, actually, it's not even a poem, just some random text that will waste your time and energy, will try to hurt you and rub salt in the wound, it will mess with you a bit. That's what happens when you don't read what you're supposed to. This text was born to teach you a lesson: next time be more careful with what you choose to read! (Alternative translation I) A Poem Not Meant to Be Read This poem, in truth, is no poem at all, just a simple text, meant to stall— to steal your time, your energy, too, to wound your soul and rub in the salt, mocking you, it’s your fault. That’s what happens, don’t you see, when you read what’s unworthy. This text was born with a goal in mind: to set you straight, to make you find a better path, a wiser way— be cautious in the books you stray! (Alternative translation II) not recommended for reading this poem truthfully isn't even poetry, just some random text that will steal your time and drain your energy, will try to wound you deep and on that wound will heap salt, in other words it's making fun of you. that's what you get, it's true, when you don't read what's due. this text was meant to be a lesson, you will see: next time be more careful with what you choose to read! (Original poem) poezie nerecomandată lecturii această poezie, de fapt nici nu e poezie, ci doar un text oarecare care îţi va lua ceva timp şi ceva energie, va încerca să te rănească şi pe rană să-ţi presoare sare, adică îsi va bate niţel joc de tine. aşa-i, când nu citeşti ceea ce se cuvine. acestui text i-a fost dat să se nască pentru a te pune la cale: altădată să fii mai precaut în lecturile tale!

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My love for you is like "butter." Melting at the sight of you and yet what I feel seems solid. Like two slices of bread waiting to be put one on top the other we compliment each other. My love for you is like butter, butterflies in my stomach and skips and leaps in my heart. My love for you is like butter Soft, yet hard... #Energie #LoveOnlyKnowsYou @eneric24

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Mar 31, 2016

Mar 31, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC

energie

Butter

My love for you is like "butter." Melting at the sight of you and yet what I feel seems solid. Like two slices of bread waiting to be put one on top the other we compliment each other. My love for you is like butter, butterflies in my stomach and skips and leaps in my heart. My love for you is like butter Soft, yet hard... #Energie #LoveOnlyKnowsYou @eneric24

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Energie uit zien, uit anderen, ik wil mezelf niet veranderen. Alleen kan ik niet verder. Samen terug is ook geen optie.

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Mar 18, 2019

Mar 18, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC