"longeth" poems
Je vais lui envoyer tous les miens amour 'de onciale, en les faisant flotter dans une bouteille sur la rivière, tous les jours ça me fait peur elle va disparaitre, parce que quotidiennement pour son cœur de la mine groweth plus grand, et tout mon coeur devient plus gros, la mienne âme soupire pour elle de plus, je ne l'ai jamais senti ce sentiment, que pour le mien vie passée mi amour '... Alors, quand la bouteille atteint aux rivage, et quand elle picketh il, je prayeth pour obtenir une bouteille de retour, dans laquelle son amour doth remplir jusqu'à .... et si elle ne reçoivent pas l'amour mienne bouteille remplie, je flottais en descendant le fleuve, je seras floateth mineself bas cette rivière, même si je dois essayer de noyer pour la reine mienne .... et si cette bouteille don 't vient à terre, le corps au moins mine, elle saura que, si tous ces poèmes ne montre pas, pour moi tis amour pour elle était réel
( french dialect)
( English translated)
I'll send her all mine amour' uncial's, by floating them in a bottle down the river, daily it scares me she's gonna dissapear, because daily for her mine heart groweth bigger, and whilst mine heart gets bigger, mine soul longeth for her more, I've never felt this feeling, only for mine past life mi amour'... So when the bottle reacheth the shore, and when she picketh it up, I prayeth to get a bottle back, wherein her love doth fill it up....and if she don't get mine love filled bottle, I floated down the stream, I shalt floateth mineself down that river, even if I have to drown trying for mine queen ....and if that bottle don't cometh to shore, at least mine body will, than she'll know, if all these poems didn't show, for tis mine love for her was real....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry....
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
The sun setteth beyond the ridge
alas, my heart is encased with pain
my fair Ebony..
my very own soul
my everything
The sun riseth beyond the waters
Alas, my heart is encased with fear
my soul is sinking
my lung collaspes
my world is gone
O'er yonder she awaits
and I, only I, longeth to see her again
my fair Ebony..
my very own soul
my everything
Goodbye, My Fair True Love
may we meet on the other side
until which I shall mourn
all the days of my life
til again I see thy sweet face
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
The longing to love,
Can be a severe sting.
When trying,
To love you.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
Mortals as we are;
in quest of the Divine.
Oh, how our weary souls longeth for Thee!
How we yearn to be with Thine.
How we seeketh to understand Thy attributes,
That we may loveth you, Divine.
The world has naught in store for us
Wandering as foreigners we art,
Waiting for a sheer bliss of rest,
Until we reach the Promised Land.
In here we fret, suffer and toil,
Battling and struggling over lure
Nonetheless, we won’t surrender
As we remember our blessed hope.
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC