"nii" poems - Hello Poetry

Original English version: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/skyrim-3/ Zu'u lost ont jul zulot fein naan vorey jul, Midrak zoklot zurun Zu'u stood, veyn pogaan ran. Nii lost Zu'u wo fund krii sahrot dovah, ahrk zind uben vokul jun, Ko svaan snol ahrk geikaal mund, nust fund heind dii for ahrk mirodah! Zu'u lost ahst wah do lein, ahrk nid vust knock zey tum! Fah dii sos nust came, nuz ko niist siifur nust drowned, Zu'u lost hailed *** ko dii nor ahrk zoor ko suleyksejun! Sahrot Lahvirn neben lot lokoltei, voth zey ahst niist zurgah, Morokei lost golt mu tread voknau, lok bex ahrk stin! Zu'u nuft wah kos undoriik med you… But ruz Zu'u rem ronaaz wah krahsek.

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Jan 12, 2014

Jan 12, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC

iaushyj

In Dragon-language

Original English version: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/skyrim-3/ Zu'u lost ont jul zulot fein naan vorey jul, Midrak zoklot zurun Zu'u stood, veyn pogaan ran. Nii lost Zu'u wo fund krii sahrot dovah, ahrk zind uben vokul jun, Ko svaan snol ahrk geikaal mund, nust fund heind dii for ahrk mirodah! Zu'u lost ahst wah do lein, ahrk nid vust knock zey tum! Fah dii sos nust came, nuz ko niist siifur nust drowned, Zu'u lost hailed *** ko dii nor ahrk zoor ko suleyksejun! Sahrot Lahvirn neben lot lokoltei, voth zey ahst niist zurgah, Morokei lost golt mu tread voknau, lok bex ahrk stin! Zu'u nuft wah kos undoriik med you… But ruz Zu'u rem ronaaz wah krahsek.

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Yaha Maa beti behan patni parivaar ki Shaan h... Ha ye Mera ni hamara hindustan h.. Yaha Har muskilo ka Hal nhii... Par Har javaab Geeta, Bibal, aur kuraan h... Yaha beta aur beti dono parivaar ki Shaan h.. Ha ye Mera nhii hamara hindustan h.. Jahan Har muskilo mein apno ka saath h.. Bacho k sir par Maa baap ka haath h.. Yaha beta Maa ki aur beti Papa ki jaan h.. Ha ye Mera nii hamara hindustan h.. Jahan alag alag bhashao ka Mel h hockey yaha ka priy khel h . Jhagde bahot h par usse jyada pyaar h... Daat padne se jo bachae vo yaaro ka yaar h.... Yahan alag alag desho ki mithas aur sanskaar h... Yahan alag alag desho ka rang punjab kashmir aur rajasthan h... Ha hme garv h is desh par qki ye Mera nhii hamara hindustan h....

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Mar 20, 2018

Mar 20, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC

neha-agrawal

Hamara hindustan

Yaha Maa beti behan patni parivaar ki Shaan h... Ha ye Mera ni hamara hindustan h.. Yaha Har muskilo ka Hal nhii... Par Har javaab Geeta, Bibal, aur kuraan h... Yaha beta aur beti dono parivaar ki Shaan h.. Ha ye Mera nhii hamara hindustan h.. Jahan Har muskilo mein apno ka saath h.. Bacho k sir par Maa baap ka haath h.. Yaha beta Maa ki aur beti Papa ki jaan h.. Ha ye Mera nii hamara hindustan h.. Jahan alag alag bhashao ka Mel h hockey yaha ka priy khel h . Jhagde bahot h par usse jyada pyaar h... Daat padne se jo bachae vo yaaro ka yaar h.... Yahan alag alag desho ki mithas aur sanskaar h... Yahan alag alag desho ka rang punjab kashmir aur rajasthan h... Ha hme garv h is desh par qki ye Mera nhii hamara hindustan h....

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Kesi h y jindagi jha SB h bhi or koi b nhii .... Ek ladki thii uljhii si...umeed.Lke Dil. m.dosti ki.....Pyaar Mila.pr dosti n mili na jaane wo logo m kisko dundhtii thiii. Apne Dil m bhre emotions k dher ko lke duniya bhtktii thiiii....Kya dundh rhi thi wo kch nya ya kch khoya huaa... Dosti ki talash m pyaar k saare Nishan ko hta diyaa..... Kya chahti thi wo.... Wo aajtk n samjh paayi kii.....Buri wo h ya bure log ya kch Orr Jindgi bhr usne jisko b apna Mana usne use kbhi n Mana Shydd ....PTA nii Kyo hua esaaa. ...Kisi k pass jawab n shyd uske pass b nhii.... .Ek ldki thii uljhii si thodi masum thodi natkhat si man m Tha Sagar sa selaab ..pr logo ko boond b nhi milti thiii... Mana khd thi wo insaan PR na jaane ki badlaav s drti thiii.. Roshni si chmk thi chahte p.pr na jaane ku Andhero s Tha pyaar

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Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC

Kareena14

Unsaid

Kesi h y jindagi jha SB h bhi or koi b nhii .... Ek ladki thii uljhii si...umeed.Lke Dil. m.dosti ki.....Pyaar Mila.pr dosti n mili na jaane wo logo m kisko dundhtii thiii. Apne Dil m bhre emotions k dher ko lke duniya bhtktii thiiii....Kya dundh rhi thi wo kch nya ya kch khoya huaa... Dosti ki talash m pyaar k saare Nishan ko hta diyaa..... Kya chahti thi wo.... Wo aajtk n samjh paayi kii.....Buri wo h ya bure log ya kch Orr Jindgi bhr usne jisko b apna Mana usne use kbhi n Mana Shydd ....PTA nii Kyo hua esaaa. ...Kisi k pass jawab n shyd uske pass b nhii.... .Ek ldki thii uljhii si thodi masum thodi natkhat si man m Tha Sagar sa selaab ..pr logo ko boond b nhi milti thiii... Mana khd thi wo insaan PR na jaane ki badlaav s drti thiii.. Roshni si chmk thi chahte p.pr na jaane ku Andhero s Tha pyaar

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Me doops and me was woking da street in a bomba reggae style When to me suprise a goodaz said com and ste a wile Me doops say nii but me says yes cause how can i refuse *"no ***** dress"* Inside her bungaloo i went for da **** but tasted poo Oh no i say, dat dont taste good, a ****** now i really shuld Too late she says you got the Klanga! now i wish i didnt bangha Me days are long and ful of strife I lost me kids and me wife me nips do hurt and so my wanga Buts thats the life of a Bomba Klanga

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Nov 28, 2014

Nov 28, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC

reggae-mon-offishal

The Bomba Klanga

Me doops and me was woking da street in a bomba reggae style When to me suprise a goodaz said com and ste a wile Me doops say nii but me says yes cause how can i refuse *"no ***** dress"* Inside her bungaloo i went for da **** but tasted poo Oh no i say, dat dont taste good, a ****** now i really shuld Too late she says you got the Klanga! now i wish i didnt bangha Me days are long and ful of strife I lost me kids and me wife me nips do hurt and so my wanga Buts thats the life of a Bomba Klanga

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Thoda sa Maa ka pyar rishte nikhaar deta h.. Papa ki daat m chupa dher saara pyaar hota h. Khushnaseeb hote h vo log jinhe ye rishte naseeb hote h.. Khuda bhi sahi kehta h jannat dekhne ki jaroorat nii jannat k jaisa hi parivaar hota h.... Aaj Kal k daur m rishte Kaun nibhaata h.. Kaam pade to yaad Karo warna Har koi bhool jaata h.. Rishte nibha k dekho janaab khwahisen poori ** jaati h... Aur unhi khwahison se ek pyaara sa parivaar ban jaata h...

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Mar 18, 2018

Mar 18, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC

neha-agrawal

Parivaar

Thoda sa Maa ka pyar rishte nikhaar deta h.. Papa ki daat m chupa dher saara pyaar hota h. Khushnaseeb hote h vo log jinhe ye rishte naseeb hote h.. Khuda bhi sahi kehta h jannat dekhne ki jaroorat nii jannat k jaisa hi parivaar hota h.... Aaj Kal k daur m rishte Kaun nibhaata h.. Kaam pade to yaad Karo warna Har koi bhool jaata h.. Rishte nibha k dekho janaab khwahisen poori ** jaati h... Aur unhi khwahison se ek pyaara sa parivaar ban jaata h...

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Naeratus su silmades, Suunurgad paitamas kõrvu On päike minu tedretähnidele Sa vaikselt avad oma suu Poetad hingetõmbe Nii su mõtted juba mu kõrvuni jõudnud Ilma,et oleksid midagi õelnud Kas see tunne ongi See ihatuim Sest mina ihkan seda veel Ja kui polegi nii Vaid neil mõttes mõlgub muu Siis siiski minul ei Mõlgu Midagi muud

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Sep 22, 2018

Sep 22, 2018 at 6:10 AM UTC

rooprahkleja

Mu arm

Naeratus su silmades, Suunurgad paitamas kõrvu On päike minu tedretähnidele Sa vaikselt avad oma suu Poetad hingetõmbe Nii su mõtted juba mu kõrvuni jõudnud Ilma,et oleksid midagi õelnud Kas see tunne ongi See ihatuim Sest mina ihkan seda veel Ja kui polegi nii Vaid neil mõttes mõlgub muu Siis siiski minul ei Mõlgu Midagi muud

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Roaming In the dark continent Where the sun shone brightly And the grass withers too Even on the ground so dark and loamy I met her dressed Clad in fur with a spice of myrrh She stood a feet of four, or more With an enticing smile that beckons to all And eyes that gazed effects past Medusa Her seductive touch Seemed to stretch across all town and rank Leaving a scar on all that touched And yet the taste of her lips Stood the desires of all men alike She is the good and the bad Pushing you to the tidings of religiosity Budding your hands with a tedious tidy Or lest, a dubious mind This black land stands a stretch of Medusa's lair Her fangs dripped bleed, profusely Of the bloods of the hungry and skinny But she seemed to have bitten deeper To the marrows of cognition and behaviour too Yarding each dream and act to her myopic skirt A loud soliloquy sang her heart These lads have been faithful in our relationship Romantically caressing me to such blossom With their burning desire to ditch me Quenched by a wait upon a Messiah For to love another over me, They have to quit in their heads and hearts alike Day after day, precept upon precept Bask under the sun, fruitfully, not tirelessly And keep her close for I am never too far As I, Poverty, Is enticingly sweet And what is sweet, can be Eden's apple So I stand behind the door Till the day you shall want another bite of me For I am not just your fall, but your burial too Written by : Royal Ethiopia NII Mants3 The Esteemed Vatican

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Apr 16, 2018

Apr 16, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC

francis-4

Chasm Of A Million Smiles

Roaming In the dark continent Where the sun shone brightly And the grass withers too Even on the ground so dark and loamy I met her dressed Clad in fur with a spice of myrrh She stood a feet of four, or more With an enticing smile that beckons to all And eyes that gazed effects past Medusa Her seductive touch Seemed to stretch across all town and rank Leaving a scar on all that touched And yet the taste of her lips Stood the desires of all men alike She is the good and the bad Pushing you to the tidings of religiosity Budding your hands with a tedious tidy Or lest, a dubious mind This black land stands a stretch of Medusa's lair Her fangs dripped bleed, profusely Of the bloods of the hungry and skinny But she seemed to have bitten deeper To the marrows of cognition and behaviour too Yarding each dream and act to her myopic skirt A loud soliloquy sang her heart These lads have been faithful in our relationship Romantically caressing me to such blossom With their burning desire to ditch me Quenched by a wait upon a Messiah For to love another over me, They have to quit in their heads and hearts alike Day after day, precept upon precept Bask under the sun, fruitfully, not tirelessly And keep her close for I am never too far As I, Poverty, Is enticingly sweet And what is sweet, can be Eden's apple So I stand behind the door Till the day you shall want another bite of me For I am not just your fall, but your burial too Written by : Royal Ethiopia NII Mants3 The Esteemed Vatican

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