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Lunar Dec 2016
Loud and thunderous
Man-made rainbows and sounds riot
Set free far and wide

The fire's relative
A dangerous art beauty
Painted up so high

Blossoming flower
Lights up worlds and lights up lives
Fades into the sky

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Electrifying
Just like the feelings we have
Between you and I
Here's a poem for New Year's Eve ! I got quite confused if I wanted a positive (beauty of fireworks) or a negative (the air pollution, and how it can hurt people and scare pets) ending. In the last stanza, all of a sudden, it turned into a romantic one
Therese G Nov 2014
A burst of color,
it is the flower of fire
painted in such gold
that scatters across the seas
leaving memories of sparks.
花火 hanabi - Japanese for 'fireworks'
Sam Jan 2018
blossoming across the sky like flowers blooming in a day.
Japanese: hanabi ; Translation: flower fire, fire flower

reflected across the river in beams of colored light.
Spanish: fuegos artificiales ; Translation: fires fake, fake fires

set off in the street, with only the warning of the crowd backing away-
English: fireworks ; Interpretation: fire erupting all throughout, pyrokinetic

a light show, bouncing off roof tops and singeing shop windows.
*German: Feuerwerk ; Translation: firework, pyrokinetics, and New Years
New Years, amidst my languages and cultures, and the Düsseldorf celebrations.
Aman Sep 2019
Nothing is nandemonai......
Sorry goes Gomen na sai......
Thank you is Arigatou.....
I see is Naruhodo.....
Power is chikara......
But goes dakara.......
What is nani......
Legend is densetsu.....
Story is monogatari......
Promise is yakusoku........
Protect is mamoru......
School is gakuen......
Fireworks are hanabi......
Eat is tabetai......
Understand is wakarimashta.....
Awesome is sugoi......
Strong is siyoi......
Sword goes ken.......
Spirit goes nen......
Ok goes daijobu......
Really is honto......
Lunchbox is bento.......
Just the Japanese words I know
Hello Prolly Jun 2019
once I'd wanted bubbles
so I made them true

from within couldn't taste a lot
and so I tied my knot

void from unseen choices
alluded swiftly by a single trail



now things I find in you, so rare
I never thought were in the air

walking my eyes open wide
unrecognized was you, walkable buddy

for this path
a pink bubble bath



nobody seem to understand
I don't mind, it's our land

bunch of sober junkies
hanabi against death row

you eat it fast
I eat it slow
tilly

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