"enn" poems - Hello Poetry

So you think you know me, For I tell you all I feel? Enn Omane (my dearest), I haven't even begun to say What I fail to feel.

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Jan 23, 2015

Jan 23, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC

clare

What I Fail to Feel

So you think you know me, For I tell you all I feel? Enn Omane (my dearest), I haven't even begun to say What I fail to feel.

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My hands shake my ankles ache time slows down, stops then speeds back up again I can't spell enn-ey-thing right.

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Jan 12, 2015

Jan 12, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC

staci-faye

Chills

My hands shake my ankles ache time slows down, stops then speeds back up again I can't spell enn-ey-thing right.

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Mín trega rapul við vegur av vatnast, og blóðig gráta niðast báði og mín føvningur. Mín glæstri oygdur svíkja mín ektaður grunur, for Í føla so dimmi, álvuligur. Innan Í skjóla. Og innan har, Í fella burt, sum um Í hava tær doyggja, og fella, um enn sum a dreygur fella. Tú bjarga meg frá sjálvur. Innan mín dimmi dagur, tú kom for meg. Mín lethe. Mín ást. Mín vindrongur. Takkar. ~Translation~ My pain falls by way of tears of water from my eyes, and ****** tears down both of my arms. My shining eyes betray my true thoughts, for I feel so dark, not very happy. Inside I hide. And in there, I swooned away, as if I had been dying, and fell away, even as a dead body falls. You save me from myself. In my darkest days, you came for me. My lethe. My love. My friend. Thank you. (Inspired by Turid Torkilsdottir by Tyr and also one small part taken from "Dante's Inferno" The Epic Poem.)

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Jul 26, 2011

Jul 26, 2011 at 6:57 AM UTC

alicia-strong

Mín Lethe ~ My Lethe

Mín trega rapul við vegur av vatnast, og blóðig gráta niðast báði og mín føvningur. Mín glæstri oygdur svíkja mín ektaður grunur, for Í føla so dimmi, álvuligur. Innan Í skjóla. Og innan har, Í fella burt, sum um Í hava tær doyggja, og fella, um enn sum a dreygur fella. Tú bjarga meg frá sjálvur. Innan mín dimmi dagur, tú kom for meg. Mín lethe. Mín ást. Mín vindrongur. Takkar. ~Translation~ My pain falls by way of tears of water from my eyes, and ****** tears down both of my arms. My shining eyes betray my true thoughts, for I feel so dark, not very happy. Inside I hide. And in there, I swooned away, as if I had been dying, and fell away, even as a dead body falls. You save me from myself. In my darkest days, you came for me. My lethe. My love. My friend. Thank you. (Inspired by Turid Torkilsdottir by Tyr and also one small part taken from "Dante's Inferno" The Epic Poem.)

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TERE DIL ME RAHNE KA SHAUK THA HAMEE BETAHASHA ; TERE SATH KII IS DIL KOO TALAB THI; TERE LABH SE KUD KA NAAM SUNNE KA ZID THA… TU ZINDAGI TOH PAHLE SEE THI MERI; AUR SHYAD AB ZEENE KA KARAN BHI HOO *** … CHAH KAR BHI TERE KARIB AANE SE DARTA HUU; DIN RAAT TUJHE SOCH KAR BHI LABH *** LANE SEE DARTA HUU; TIL TIL KAR TERE SATH KO MARTA HUU…. AUR KOI PUJHE TOH BAS, HAS KAR ITNA KAHTA HUU; WO EK MUSAFIR THI JISKI MANJIL MAI NAA THA ; WO EK CHAKOR THI JISKA CHAND MAI NAA THA; WO EK DARIYA THI JISKA SAHIL MAI NAA THA… EK BAR FIR SEE USKEE LIYE YEE DIL MACHAL RAHA HAI; FIR SEE NAYE SAPNE DEKHNE KOO YEE DIL MAR RAHA HAI ; KAISE SAMJHAUU IS NADAN PARINDEE KOO ; KII TUU EK BAR FIR TUTNE KI OOR BADH RAHA HAI…. WOO KAHTE THE IS JHUTE ISK KI BATEE NA KIA KARO; DIL TUMHARA HAMME CHOR KISI AUR KE LIYE BHI DHARKEGA ; KUCH DIN ME AASHIKI KA BHUKAR BHI SAR SEE UTREGA ; PAR AB KYA BATAE JANAB KOO , DEKHE UNHE TOH MANO EK ARSA SAA HOO GAYA; PAR AAJ BHI WOO HAR EK PAL ENN SANSOO ME RAVA HAI; AAJ BHI IS DIL ME BAS UNKI HI JAGAH HAI; UNKI YAD ME AAJ BHI RAATE KATHI HAI HAMARI; FARK BAS ITNA HAI HAMARI CHAHTE EK DUSRE SEE JUDAA HAI….

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Sep 25, 2017

Sep 25, 2017 at 1:03 AM UTC

Samraat

Mid-night thoughts

TERE DIL ME RAHNE KA SHAUK THA HAMEE BETAHASHA ; TERE SATH KII IS DIL KOO TALAB THI; TERE LABH SE KUD KA NAAM SUNNE KA ZID THA… TU ZINDAGI TOH PAHLE SEE THI MERI; AUR SHYAD AB ZEENE KA KARAN BHI HOO *** … CHAH KAR BHI TERE KARIB AANE SE DARTA HUU; DIN RAAT TUJHE SOCH KAR BHI LABH *** LANE SEE DARTA HUU; TIL TIL KAR TERE SATH KO MARTA HUU…. AUR KOI PUJHE TOH BAS, HAS KAR ITNA KAHTA HUU; WO EK MUSAFIR THI JISKI MANJIL MAI NAA THA ; WO EK CHAKOR THI JISKA CHAND MAI NAA THA; WO EK DARIYA THI JISKA SAHIL MAI NAA THA… EK BAR FIR SEE USKEE LIYE YEE DIL MACHAL RAHA HAI; FIR SEE NAYE SAPNE DEKHNE KOO YEE DIL MAR RAHA HAI ; KAISE SAMJHAUU IS NADAN PARINDEE KOO ; KII TUU EK BAR FIR TUTNE KI OOR BADH RAHA HAI…. WOO KAHTE THE IS JHUTE ISK KI BATEE NA KIA KARO; DIL TUMHARA HAMME CHOR KISI AUR KE LIYE BHI DHARKEGA ; KUCH DIN ME AASHIKI KA BHUKAR BHI SAR SEE UTREGA ; PAR AB KYA BATAE JANAB KOO , DEKHE UNHE TOH MANO EK ARSA SAA HOO GAYA; PAR AAJ BHI WOO HAR EK PAL ENN SANSOO ME RAVA HAI; AAJ BHI IS DIL ME BAS UNKI HI JAGAH HAI; UNKI YAD ME AAJ BHI RAATE KATHI HAI HAMARI; FARK BAS ITNA HAI HAMARI CHAHTE EK DUSRE SEE JUDAA HAI….

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I kissed you, once. Twice. Three or four or five Ecstatic times, or maybe more. I kissed You once when I shouldn't have, many more When I should have. In a park and with Red October on the tee-vee and Sean Connery Somehow pretending to be Russian. I kissed you under the fireworks On the Fourth, and in a caboose At your family reunion. Remember How we'd walk around at high school Football games, back when anything Was possible, and AIM was popular? Over six times: there were marshmallows, And the old, broken, Charlotte High School gym. When I asked you out, I'd been dared. The first time I kissed you, I was dared. That kiss, Cliche and on the bleachers, brought Butterflies that I only just fought off. You, Ashleigh, were my first love, not named "Wrestling"-- but I went to you-ess-enn-ay And you went to em-ess-you. You moved To greater Lansing from Port Huron Just as I packed up my stuff to crisscross My way over four years to San Diego. I kissed you, once-- or was it more?

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Apr 22, 2014

Apr 22, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC

k-m-hanton

In Ports Huron and San Diego

I kissed you, once. Twice. Three or four or five Ecstatic times, or maybe more. I kissed You once when I shouldn't have, many more When I should have. In a park and with Red October on the tee-vee and Sean Connery Somehow pretending to be Russian. I kissed you under the fireworks On the Fourth, and in a caboose At your family reunion. Remember How we'd walk around at high school Football games, back when anything Was possible, and AIM was popular? Over six times: there were marshmallows, And the old, broken, Charlotte High School gym. When I asked you out, I'd been dared. The first time I kissed you, I was dared. That kiss, Cliche and on the bleachers, brought Butterflies that I only just fought off. You, Ashleigh, were my first love, not named "Wrestling"-- but I went to you-ess-enn-ay And you went to em-ess-you. You moved To greater Lansing from Port Huron Just as I packed up my stuff to crisscross My way over four years to San Diego. I kissed you, once-- or was it more?

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Snøfnuggene faller i tette strømmer det føles som om de prøver å kvele bakken som en maske endrer det landskapet vårt landskap svøpt i snø liksom et silkeslør drapert elegant over moder jords fyldige kurver slik at skjønnheten forenkles alikevel er det noe bare en tanke som sier at *** nå er vakrere enn noen sinne det er som om snøen har rafinert henne min moder jord svøpt i silkemyk sne vakrere har *** aldri vært

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May 31, 2013

May 31, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC

jonathan-dyhre

Snøen

Snøfnuggene faller i tette strømmer det føles som om de prøver å kvele bakken som en maske endrer det landskapet vårt landskap svøpt i snø liksom et silkeslør drapert elegant over moder jords fyldige kurver slik at skjønnheten forenkles alikevel er det noe bare en tanke som sier at *** nå er vakrere enn noen sinne det er som om snøen har rafinert henne min moder jord svøpt i silkemyk sne vakrere har *** aldri vært

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Ek sapna tha dekha Hoga koe ghr mera v apna Jo bsh hoga mera Mere haaton s sicha hua Koe na hoga kehene wala Ki tu praae ghr ki jaae h Tu praae ghr s aae h Fir na hoga sawal Ki rabba tune kon s ghr k liye mujhe bnaae h Pr zindagi k kitab k enn panno ko puri krte krte Ush kitab k kuch pnne khali hi rh gye Mere zindagi ki kuch khani adhuri hi rh *** Wo panno ko bharne ki kosishe to thi Pr hr kosish kamyaabi k sikhr tk nhi le jaati Zindagi k kuch kisse adhure hi rh jaate h Tik wese hi jese ki Meri adhuri si kuch kahani rhi

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Jun 19, 2021

Jun 19, 2021 at 12:30 PM UTC

akta-agarwal

Meri adhuri kahani

Ek sapna tha dekha Hoga koe ghr mera v apna Jo bsh hoga mera Mere haaton s sicha hua Koe na hoga kehene wala Ki tu praae ghr ki jaae h Tu praae ghr s aae h Fir na hoga sawal Ki rabba tune kon s ghr k liye mujhe bnaae h Pr zindagi k kitab k enn panno ko puri krte krte Ush kitab k kuch pnne khali hi rh gye Mere zindagi ki kuch khani adhuri hi rh *** Wo panno ko bharne ki kosishe to thi Pr hr kosish kamyaabi k sikhr tk nhi le jaati Zindagi k kuch kisse adhure hi rh jaate h Tik wese hi jese ki Meri adhuri si kuch kahani rhi

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Hey rabba sukriya jo tune yh zindagi diya Jine ka mauka brpur esme diya H rkha mushpe varosha hmesha Saath na kbhi mera chutne diya Kabhi kitaabo m saathi bna kabhi khayalo m raahi bna Jb v ghum hue khusiya tune fir unse ru-ba-ru kra diya Sukriya jo tune mera saath diya Jine ka ek aash diya Saath to tera mila ab to dr v nhi lagta Kuch khone s tune jo thame haath h khul K jina ki khusiyaan ab hmare pass h Sukriya bhala karu Kin kin baaton ka etne tere aheshaan h ki sukriya kehene ko km pr jaaye yh saash h Tune jannat ki sher krae Khudh m hi hsne ki aash jagaae Kbhi thi m v dri sehemi si pr tere saath ne umeedein bharpur jagaae Or un umeedoon ne khusiyon ki h barsaat karaae Hey rabba sukriya kehene ko km jnm yh pr jaaye For v enn khat K jariye Kosish meri kaam aaye Ek baar fir sukriya jo tune hr pal h mere swath nibhae

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Jun 1, 2021

Jun 1, 2021 at 11:33 AM UTC

akta-agarwal

Ek khat mere rabba K naam

Hey rabba sukriya jo tune yh zindagi diya Jine ka mauka brpur esme diya H rkha mushpe varosha hmesha Saath na kbhi mera chutne diya Kabhi kitaabo m saathi bna kabhi khayalo m raahi bna Jb v ghum hue khusiya tune fir unse ru-ba-ru kra diya Sukriya jo tune mera saath diya Jine ka ek aash diya Saath to tera mila ab to dr v nhi lagta Kuch khone s tune jo thame haath h khul K jina ki khusiyaan ab hmare pass h Sukriya bhala karu Kin kin baaton ka etne tere aheshaan h ki sukriya kehene ko km pr jaaye yh saash h Tune jannat ki sher krae Khudh m hi hsne ki aash jagaae Kbhi thi m v dri sehemi si pr tere saath ne umeedein bharpur jagaae Or un umeedoon ne khusiyon ki h barsaat karaae Hey rabba sukriya kehene ko km jnm yh pr jaaye For v enn khat K jariye Kosish meri kaam aaye Ek baar fir sukriya jo tune hr pal h mere swath nibhae

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I believe there is nothing more stagnant than the devil's work I believe there is nothing prettier than brushing him off be still, still my soul do not move even if time tells you to -c.j.

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Sep 7, 2015

Sep 7, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC

smallhandsxx

vera enn sál mín

I believe there is nothing more stagnant than the devil's work I believe there is nothing prettier than brushing him off be still, still my soul do not move even if time tells you to -c.j.

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