"eng" poems
Mahal na mahal kita
kahit ilang tula na naisulat ko
o ilang tala nasa langit
di sila papantay
sa pagmamahal ko sayo
*eng trans:
i love you so much
even with the number of poems i've written
or with the number of stars in heaven
they can never equate
to the love i have for you*
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
matagal ko na rin 'tong iniisip
hangga't maaga pa, ako'y bibitaw na
dahil alam ko una pa lang
sa huli ako'y masasaktan
masakit man para sa akin
pero bakit ba hindi ko kayang tanggapin?
na ako at ako lamang ang nagmamahal
na ako lamang ang maghihintay ng ka'y tagal
alam kong dapat hindi ko 'to iisipin
dapat wala na akong dapat hangarin
na higit pa sa dapat kong damdamin
dahil kahit kailanman
alam kong hindi mo ito maibabalik
pilit man kitang layuan
ako yung mas nahihirapan
bakit ba ganyan ang iyong mga titig?
lalo tuloy akong nasasabik...
bakit nga ba hindi ka pwedeng maging akin?
eng trans:
I've been thinking about this for a while
As soon as possible, I should let go
Cause from the start, I know
I'll get hurt in the end
It hurts for my part
but why can't I accept it?
that it is me, and only me that keeps on loving you
that it is only me that will have to wait for too long
I know I shouldn't be thinking of this
I shouldn't even yearn for more
for something greater than I should feel
Because I know that you'll never return it
I tried to keep my distance
But it is me that's suffering
Why are your stares like that?
I'm getting more eager...
why isn't it possible for you to be mine?
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 7:35 AM UTC
'' In Love With The Euphrates''. (Eng.: 'yufreytiiz ", Greek: Ευφράτης)
A Love-Eternal, as long as its waters flow, far before the 'Now'.
One tiny soul, yearning at the River’s banks, below the palms with their soft, feathery foliage, waving in a languid breeze.
Staring at his bright shining surface, the emerald translucency ,here underneath the azure sky and shining golden solar disk.
The curves of its lines, made of very fine, soft sparkling sand and swaying reeds ,the alluring splash of its waves.
The mighty Euphrates smiles, beckons with the spirit of its life-giving waters:
'' Come, ... come to me....''
"ONE CAN NOT BE IN LOVE WITH A RIVER!''
…a furious mass, roars, somewhere out in the gray, remote coldness.
But this glowing heart beats every earthly comprehension and that-is-what-common.
A body, unclad as when life first began.
Sliding into the silky warmth bringing waves of its waters, and floating, blissfully drowning and surrendering to Euphrates' tender caress.
Nothing so sincere and pure….
The rapture of this insignificant, transient creature ....
The mighty Euphrates beholds, with his empathetic, loving spirit., as with a fatherly smile ...
And both enter that fathomless centre far beyond matter, time and the sublunary.
Euphrates’ clear blue whisper mingling with the energy of that passionate violet light, which is softly about to explode in radiant scarlet and purple rays of light and energy.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC
sadyang ka'y layo mo na para abutin
pero nandito pa rin ako
nananatiling manalangin
Bathala, hanggang dito na lang ba
ang aming istoryang
di pa nagsisimula
maari mo bang pakinggan
ang tanging dalangin?
sana'y pagbigyan mo lamang
masilayan ang kanyang mga ngiti,
kahit di na ang pagdampi ng labi,
ako'y di na muli mananalig
eng trans:
you're just too far
from the grasp now
but I am still here
still here wishing— praying
Creator, is this really how it is
for the two of us; our story
that haven't even began
can you please hear
my only wish?
may you let me just this time
get a glimpse of his smile
even not for the press
of the lips anymore—
I won't ever wish no more
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
2/19/2015
note: this poem reflects my political views. I don't support puerto rico's independence but i codemn the way the USA has treated it. If you're not familiar with PR's political situation or don't follow Puerto Rican centric politics you'll be lost af. Anyways this is basically the day to day life i had when i lived back in PR, and my thoughts.
I hate americans.
They ask me, especially the independentista youth,
that think they're special and especially, communist revolutionaries,
"why? after all you are a Rich Kid."
Nah, you don't understand.
coming out of the stairs of St. Johnnies with my uniform
i see them walking with their cameras and tanners
me filling up with a very real digust.
and when I sit on the metro train to
San Patricio (and what a life, when I see the drug addicts on the metro with nowhere to go and the industrial hills of Catano)
I only see my fellow puerto ricans and i am relieved.
escaping the americanness of Ashford Ave.
and when I get to Los Meadows I tell my friends,
the Rich Kids,
How is it that those sons-of-bitches
can destroy our grand isle,
with their nuclear garbage
their doctors ruining our native women
and, from their offices in the mainland, teaching us english
just to send the little country peasants of Arecibo and Juncos
to die in their wars? and then
they have the audacity
to take their things and visit our beaches?
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
some words go US Eng, some go UK Eng
so inside the word-dividing "[ ]" is the chosen sound
KIND OF A WA[ɔ]LKING...
EMITTER OF ENDORPHINS
INNER-LIGHT-EVOKING
VAU[ɔ]LT WITH
A FORMi̲DABLY ENORMOUS
INFINITELY RISING RESERVE OF
THRILLINGLY PO[ɑ]SITIVE EMOTIONS (wa[ɒ]nt some?)
THE EPITOME OF DELIGHT & ENJOYMENT
——————————————————————————
strolling through some au[ɔ]tumn spo[ɑ]ts
sa[ɔ]w some gyals
being dolorous
stole up o[ɒ]n 'em
once I'm close enough
I'm exploding
with that mind-blowing stuff
I've noted 'bove
ba[ɔ]wling "lit morning, quit mourning"
so ear-splittingly like my ***** just go[ɑ]t
torn apart
they, seemed to me, were in
total sho[ɑ]ck
unloading, giving 'em a[ɔ]ll I've go[ɑ]t
which got 'em a little overpa[ɑ]cked
each of 'em got a lethal cor atta[ɑ]ck
overdosed, they dro[ɑ]pped
on the ground like ja[ɔ]ws of cha[ɑ]ps
at the sight of girls with bo[ɑ]ds
that are smoking ho[ɑ]t
——————————————————————————
ALSO, TRULY HOPEFUL
BORN WITH LO[ɑ]TS
OF OFFERS OF EMPLOYMENT
IN TERMS OF MOVING FORWARD
THE MOTION'S NOTHING LESS THAN HURTLING
ALWAYS, EVERY MOMENT
MAINTAIN THE FIRST PLACE
IN A LIST OF POTENTIAL BOYFRIENDS
FOR GIRLS THAT
ARE INDECENTLY GORGEOUS
AND UNBELIEVABLY JOYOUS
lyrically, these word-co[ɑ]mbs
come close to what a ***** does
performing a *******
[once was told that I have 0 SELF-IRONY]
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
There is a poem
Inside of me
It is threatening
To boil over
Now it’s seeping out
Onto paper
Words all *****
From my pencil
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
'I wandered lonely' not so proud
through crowds of hams and spambots crammed into my feed,
Dear Wordsworth, did you really need the nuts and bolts and faults of man to plan your poetry?
could you not see those daffodils have filled my day,why not sway down Epping way and look at trees,look at the wood?
I wish only, that you should give up those flaming daffodils for good,they make me sick,
please pick on some altogether different topics
preferably out in the tropics.
your humble servant,
quite indifferent
j.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 4:03 PM UTC
a lamp’s glow—
withered like the page,
her finger
(3/5/3 Eng Sillybull van Count D)
Nov 12, 2021
Nov 12, 2021 at 11:55 PM UTC
when I think of K I think *****
gross, crawl under the bed find the lost shoe
drag out the ***** & *******
& have an op-art party
when I think of m I think of the holy earth
in its orbit around the sun;
I think of snooch when kdf cro sses my mind; idk why I've seen the light I can smell the light
I just want to sing praises to her golden fleece;
her *** is several miracles at once
ya, for the deluge is coming she's insti nctively brilliant & beautiful
w/ the son of god in cat
racing rapid space; come low & sing softly
M to me means I can walk 1,000s of snowy, sandy, snowy miles w/out stopping
I look for u on the stagecoach; the old film I saw;
her musi c is awandering; she got write love right brain
d d d nor not des loi aa s kil she got gypsy blood
she is behind me isn't she speak Eng lish e I'm thinking thnk
eyes th ing of KDF makes me . s, .
. cream into my cookie jar; .
oh the bowl is so hollow I no now know
she is a silver shadow on my her Spanish childrennn shattered mi rro r M e she makes me strong stronger than any mortal man has a right to be Lo we a
**** is a strong st s I she knows I''m smoking looking over her open fan eyes aglitter w/ phosph erus sulfur bu we lov
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
5-7-5 Haiku version:
Boku no haru,
de tenki ha ii desu,
hajimashou ka?
(Eng:
My summer
Where the weather is good
Let us finally begin?)
5-7-5-7-7 Tanka version:
Boku no haru
de tenki ha ii desu,
hajimashou ka?
Hana o sakimasu.
Mitteru yo, hayaku!
(My summer
Where the weather is good
Let us finally begin?
The flowers bloom
Come see this, quick!)
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
My love សំណព្វ saamnapv
For you សម្រាប់អ្នក samreab anak
Grows like លូតដូចជា lout dauchchea
Flowers in morning ផ្កានៅពេលព្រឹក phka nowpel pruk
My heart បេះដូងខ្ញុំ behdaung khnhom
builds anthills កសាងអាកាស ksang akasa
of memories នៃការចងចាំ nei kar changcham
you អ្នក anak
The everlasting now ជារៀងរហូតឥឡូវនេះ chea rieng rhaut ilauvnih
mine, yours អូនអើយឯង aun aey eng
friend មិត្តភក្តិ mitt phokte
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 2:44 AM UTC
He walked beautifully. In perfect strides on the sidewalk – missing the cracks, as if on purpose, without looking down. He must be a Mama’s boy. I could shout down to him, but I’ll just watch and hope his walk leads my way. I hear a voice behind me, “you trying to catch up for class?”
“Yes”, I lie. Little does he know, the only thing I am trying to catch is my breath.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
Mommy in the kitchen
Dancing ’n'dirty dishing
Chit chatty while
Daddy out fishing
Women of his vision
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 8:05 AM UTC
In this unversal world, each shall have their place.
There's small and big, close and distant people. Ones are solid and hard, while others gaseous and malleable.
Some have enough energy to shine and give warmth to those who orbit them.
Others, are fugitives: the endeavouring errants.
There's those which will fill their surroundings of colourful dust, as well as those which will brightly shine for just a night waiting to be seen by the awake ones.
Blinding with a flash is a way to go, however, getting lost in the dark or dying in the lonely company of the ring is equally valid.
When in groups, stellar bodies behave on a particular manner.
We' ll find closed clusters, whose members are slowly turning off unnoticed.
On the other hand of infinity, there are open clusters, populated with the youngest and most brilliant generations.
As a galaxy we have a shared destiny.
Regardless of our spacial fauna, we all come from the same chaos and death remainings.
Even more mutual will be our entropic ending.
These bodies atract and orbit each other in order to always have their backs. On couples, the exchange energy, warmth and light.
It will be one day when a human finally sees them aligned.
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 1:12 AM UTC
attenuation,
all still nameless and beautiful,
his eyes were open;
the lamp and the shadows.
"departure from the night"
he said endlessly from below
the dark demanding
forgiveness anyway.
the boy in his bones
screams of ravens
on a scarecrow in a
snow-covered corn field.
past time.
the man in his head kneels,
always kneels.
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 3:43 AM UTC
By Eng. Hani Ghanem
We...
we are still alive...
breathe the morning sun,
do not walk away
from the heat of afternoon.
Every day
we say goodbye to the moment of sunset
and wait for the nightly pretty pictures !!!
We...
we are still alive...
quickly
drink morning coffee
we have no time for lunch...
Many Affairs
have stolen friends from us,
others have driven away our beloved ones
We still have yellow hope !!
Moon still has two faces:
Known face is overlooking the sun
And the hidden one is waiting us !!!
We still yearn for
a beautiful word,
a thin smile,
hiss affectionate,
and crazy groans
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 5:26 AM UTC