"liom" poems
English: I Love You!
Afrikaans: Ek is Lief vir jou!
Chinese: 我爱你！
French: Je t'aime !
German: Ich liebe dich !
Irish: Is breá liom tú !
Italian: ti amo !
Portuguese: eu te amo !
Zulu: Ngiyakuthanda !
Sotho wasn't available.
We want to be loved.. But yet when was the last time you told someone you loved them?
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC
Tá tú an réalt ag taitneamh
i mo domhan dorcha
nach bhfuil rud ar bith sa saol seo
Ní ba mhaith liom a dhéanamh ar do shon
Ba mhaith liom dul ar fud an domhain seo
Ba mhaith liom troid ar bith Demon
Má chiallaigh sé tú a choinneáil
ag mo thaobh.
Tá tú mo Shlánaitheoir
Mo shlánú
Mo bheannacht
Ní leor faoi cheilt a dhéanamh mar sin
Is breá liom tú Kaitlyn
le gach snáithín de mo á
Is breá liom tú
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
1. “I like you for your intelligence and beauty.”
2. “I’m not saying I have doubts. I don’t.”
3. “You can trust me.”
4. “I’m sorry.”
5. “You’re beautiful.”
6. “We should take it slow.”
7. “I’m sorry that I keep leaving you.”
8. “I appreciate you.”
9. “I’m sorry.”
10. “Just be you.”
11. “I just really want this to work.”
12. “I’m sorry.”
13. “I’m glad that you’re happy.”
14. “Did I say something wrong?”
15. “I just need my little piece of freedom.”
16. “See you tomorrow, my love.”
17. “I wish I was there for you.”
18. “I really enjoy holding your hand.”
19. “You looked really pretty today.”
20. “Today I accidentally wrote your name when I was supposed to be writing about something else.”
21. “I just feel constricted, that’s all.”
22. “I got your back.”
23. “I want you to do what makes you happy.”
24. “I can’t wait to see you.”
25. “I love your smile. I love your eyes. I love your face.”
26. “If it moves quickly, everything will crash and burn.”
27. “I’m sorry.”
28. “Good morning, beautiful.”
29. “I wish I had more time off for you.”
30. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
31. “I’m sorry.”
32. “I just don’t want to lose you.”
33. “If you need me, I’m here.”
34. “I wish I could be with you right now so I could hold you in my arms.”
35. “You’re a good person.”
36. “I don’t know. All I know is that I love you.”
37. “Tell me what you’re afraid of. Please.”
38. “My heart races just thinking about you. I feel amazing around you, even though I may not seem like it. I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s the way you make me feel when I am with you.”
39. “I want to be there for you when you need me.”
40. “Cheer up, sweetie.”
41. “I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone.”
42. “I miss you.”
43. “I’m sorry, my darling.”
44. “Is breá liom tú.”
45. “I don’t think this is going to work out.”
46. “I’m sorry.”
47. “Do you ever have a good day?”
48. “I just lost interest after a while.”
49. “I’m sorry.”
50. “I’m so sorry.”
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
is mo croí theanga í,
is an t-anam ó t-am dearmadta
gur ní cuimhnigh mé.
tá sé bhriste 's,
neamhiomlán,
ach is breá liom í fos
mar sin,
is mo bhaile í
agus tiocfaidh an lá
nuair tá mo theanga agam
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
~Yesterday
You're on the other side of the world.
Away from the loved ones.
Wished you could go back.
But you couldn't.
You're eyes were blood shoot red from crying.
Faced filled with tears.
Heart burning from pain.
You were lost and homesick.
If only I was there, to make you smile, remind you that I'm still here and that I'll never let you go.
~Today
You're laying on the other side of your bed.
In the dark, quite room
Watching a movie.
Trying to heal your wound.
If only I was there, to cuddle with you, to show you what love is, so you won't be hurt or lonely anymore.
No matter what side you're on, I will always think of you, because ....
I LOVE YOU
당신을 사랑합니다
আমি তোমায় ভালোবাসি
Je t'aime
Te amo
Ik hou van je
Σ 'αγαπώ
أنا أحبك
Is breá liom tú
Seni seviyorum
איך ליבע איר
Mahal kita
मैं तुमसे प्यार करता हूँ
私はあなたを愛して
我爱你
Aku mencintaimu
Я люблю тебя
ฉันรักคุณ
אני אוהב אותך
Tôi yêu em
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
Is fuath liom mo fhoinn
Mar ní thuigim iad nó
Ní feidir liom?
Ba mhaith liom túsa
Agus do thine
Ach tá heagla ormsa.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 10:18 PM UTC
Until last spring walks across the barren craig,
Flowers bright gold and blue in her hair,
When the sky unmasks the waking sun,
Siúil liom
And when the rains grow weary of deluge,
Making way for the moon across the Burren
Until the waves that crest the cliffs,
Flood over Moher
And when the last cairn is reclaimed by earth,
When it embraces the stones, the last castle wall falls,
Until that day, filled with ancient song,
Tá mo chroí istigh ionat
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 9:11 AM UTC
scríobhfaidh mé rud gaelach gach lá,
fiú má tá drochghaeilge,
agus fiú má nach mhaith liom.
mar sin, tá mo theanga seo,
's úsaidim í!
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
AN RUD A DÚIRT ÉAN BEAG LIOM
( A Little Bird Told Me)
- for David Cooke -
"For a bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter." - Ecclesiastes 10-20
"Oh!" said the bird
" A human who..."
( and I never saw such
a surprised starling )
"...can understand
our language!"
"You can speak!" I blurted out.
"So, I see can you!" gasped the starling.
"The strange thing is...!"
I framed my words carefully
"...we can understand each other!"
the starling finished my sentence.
"But how..?"
being human I had to ask.
"Forget the hows and whys!"
friend starling replied.
"Just relish the moment
the such and suchness of it all!"
I made up my mind
to do so.
"Everything talks if
you only listen!"
the starling continued
its lesson.
"The mountains talk
to the seas continuously!"
The starling so
informed me.
"But humans never ever
(well hardly ever)listen!"
chirped the starling
playfully.
I see it had been listening
to Gilbert and Sullivan.
"And..." the starling went on
it was us birds who taught them!"
I could tell it was proud of
the whole nation of birds.
"Well, I'ill be...!" I sad.
"Yes..." said the starling "...a poet!"
"Poets know the language
of everything"
The starling stated
as if it were a law.
"What the reed in the rushes
told the lake..."
"Or how the sky sees
and says it all..."
Then its feathers trembled
with the change in the air.
"Well, I must fly!"
chuckled the starling.
"Well, well..." boomed the sky
in perfect Blueness.
"Was that a human
I saw you talking to..."
thundered it vastness
dark clouds looming on its horizon.
"Noooo - not me!"
lied the starling
for whatever
reason.
"Hmmm..!" hmmmm the sky suspiciously
"He looked a bit Irish to me!"
"Níl Gaeilge ar bith agam ar chor ar bith!"
stammered the starling.
And the day continued on
talking to Time incessantly.
***
The éan beag that told me all this against the wishes of the sky...was the drud or druideog...the common starling or as in the W.B. Yeats' poem THE STARE'S NEST.
It liked to quote the lines to me in its own charming voice.
"We are closed in, and the key is turned
On our uncertainty;"
And here was my little stare friend opening my mind out and turning the key.
When caught by the sky telling tales to humans the little fella tries to get out of it by telling the sky "I don't have any Irish at all!" but in Irish. Of course the sky although knowing everything didn't however know any Irish!
I was uncertain of the lines about uncertainty in the Yeats and was trying to remember the Callimachus about people not listening...how a mountain never listens to a sea. And David Cooke when he was staying with us was delighted to find some Greek that he both loved and could indeed read and I thought I betcha David could tell me. But of course not having a David Cooke at hand I stumbled along in these lines and offered up the poem to him.
Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 5:49 PM UTC
An elder tongue once told me, you are my delight
The island knew, for the earth never forgets
My own tongue found herself tied up in knots
Will I find these shores again
The isle of the blest
A cathedral for souls, still fighting without breath
The ale will speak, through the mouth of a drunken fool
You wait, on deity foresaken shores, for a mist that will never rise
The sand knows more than you, yet the salt water draws it out beyond hearing
The monsters in the loch sing prayers so ancient your tongue would tremble at the rasp of their words
Will you take your chances with a ******* son of the gods
Singing a gaelic hymn for the nords
Is your thirst quenched by hel fire in the fjords
The old country knows you, to her you shall return
To look in her eyes, inlet of wisdom
Her emerald secrets stare back at you
The cairns of the kelts are sturdy still
Will the faeries bless you
It is a fool's blessing too
Feather your tongue, so your words find flight
This is irish magic, kept in the stars at night
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 5:22 PM UTC
AN RUD A DÚRIT ÉAN BEAG LIOM
( A Little Bird Told Me)
- for David Cooke -
"For a bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter." - Ecclesiastes 10-20
"Oh!" said the bird
" A human who..."
( and I never saw such
a surprised starling )
"...can understand
our language!"
"You can speak!" I blurted out.
"So, I see can you!" gasped the starling.
"The strange thing is...!"
I framed my words carefully
"...we can understand each other!"
the starling finished my sentence.
"But how..?"
being human I had to ask.
"Forget the hows and whys!"
friend starling replied.
"Just relish the moment
the such and suchness of it all!"
I made up my mind
to do so.
"Everything talks if
you only listen!"
the starling continued
its lesson.
"The mountains talk
to the seas continuously!"
The starling so
informed me.
"But humans never ever
(well hardly ever)listen!"
chirped the starling
playfully.
I see it had been listening
to Gilbert and Sullivan.
"And..." the starling went on
it was us birds who taught them!"
I could tell it was proud of
the whole nation of birds.
"Well, I'ill be...!" I sad.
"Yes..." said the starling "...a poet!"
"Poets know the language
of everything"
The starling stated
as if it were a law.
"What the reed in the rushes
told the lake..."
"Or how the sky sees
and says it all..."
Then its feathers trembled
with the change in the air.
"Well, I must fly!"
chuckled the starling.
"Well, well..." boomed the sky
in perfect Blueness.
"Was that a human
I saw you talking to..."
thundered it vastness
dark clouds looming on its horizon.
"Noooo - not me!"
lied the starling
for whatever
reason.
"Hmmm..!" hmmmmthe sky suspiciously
"He looked a bit Irish to me!"
"Níl Gaeilge ar bith agam ar chor ar bith!"
stammered the starling.
And the day continued on
talking to Time incessantly.
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 9:05 AM UTC