Poem Children BY Henry Longfellow
Come to me, O ye children!
For I hear Ты at your play,
And the Вопросы that perplexed me
Have vanished quite away.
Ye open the eastern windows,
That look towards the sun,
Where thoughts are Пение swallows
And the brooks of morning run.
In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine,
In your thoughts the brooklet's flow,
But in mine is the wind of Autumn
And the first fall of the snow.
Ah! what would the world be to us
If the children were no more?
We should dread the desert behind us
Worse than the dark before.
What the leaves are to the forest,
With light and air for food,
Ere their sweet and tender juices
Have been hardened into wood, --
That to the world are children;
Through them it feels the glow
Of a brighter and sunnier climate
Than reaches the trunks below.
Come to me, O ye children!
And whisper in my ear
What the birds and the winds are singing
In your sunny atmosphere.
For what are all our contrivings,
And the wisdom of our books,
When compared with your caresses,
And the gladness of your looks?
Ye are better than all the ballads
That ever were sung или said;
For ye are living poems,
And all the rest are dead.
Come to me, O ye children!
For I hear Ты at your play,
And the Вопросы that perplexed me
Have vanished quite away.
Ye open the eastern windows,
That look towards the sun,
Where thoughts are Пение swallows
And the brooks of morning run.
In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine,
In your thoughts the brooklet's flow,
But in mine is the wind of Autumn
And the first fall of the snow.
Ah! what would the world be to us
If the children were no more?
We should dread the desert behind us
Worse than the dark before.
What the leaves are to the forest,
With light and air for food,
Ere their sweet and tender juices
Have been hardened into wood, --
That to the world are children;
Through them it feels the glow
Of a brighter and sunnier climate
Than reaches the trunks below.
Come to me, O ye children!
And whisper in my ear
What the birds and the winds are singing
In your sunny atmosphere.
For what are all our contrivings,
And the wisdom of our books,
When compared with your caresses,
And the gladness of your looks?
Ye are better than all the ballads
That ever were sung или said;
For ye are living poems,
And all the rest are dead.
Dear Mom, this is a poem for you. Hope wherever Ты are, your with your dad and Ты can finally have the birthday you've always wanted, I Любовь you, we all miss you.
Your silly cutesy smile,
Your crazy actions that Ты did were oh so wild!
I miss you,
every time I think of you, all the memories that I have with you...
I reach for a tissue.
I don't care if this sounds really sappy,
all I care about is if this made Ты happy.
I Любовь you, I miss Ты especially that damned
smile,
that damned crazy smile will be here even if Ты haven't been here yourself for a while.
Happy birthday,
oh how I wish I could've been there with Ты when Ты needed me... then maybe you'd be here with all of us today,
today on your 43rd birthday.
Your silly cutesy smile,
Your crazy actions that Ты did were oh so wild!
I miss you,
every time I think of you, all the memories that I have with you...
I reach for a tissue.
I don't care if this sounds really sappy,
all I care about is if this made Ты happy.
I Любовь you, I miss Ты especially that damned
smile,
that damned crazy smile will be here even if Ты haven't been here yourself for a while.
Happy birthday,
oh how I wish I could've been there with Ты when Ты needed me... then maybe you'd be here with all of us today,
today on your 43rd birthday.
The carousel of lies, In which we all ride.
Prohibiting us from Любовь so abide.
Ты cannot see clearly, take a closer look.
At the words in my sad, endless book.
One lie after another, It comes so easy.
Unfortunately the outcome may not be so pleasing.
The truth hurts, heals and stores.
The lies which we have made before.
Lies of love, lies of hate.
Maybe soon we will be set straight.
Конфеты coating lies to печать the truth.
или painful lies to stain our suits
The mask we are behind is ought to break,
As well the carousel of lies we rode yesterday.
Yeah so um if anyone wants to request a poem topic then go ahead. Комментарий ? Thanks (:
-OfmiceandDes
Prohibiting us from Любовь so abide.
Ты cannot see clearly, take a closer look.
At the words in my sad, endless book.
One lie after another, It comes so easy.
Unfortunately the outcome may not be so pleasing.
The truth hurts, heals and stores.
The lies which we have made before.
Lies of love, lies of hate.
Maybe soon we will be set straight.
Конфеты coating lies to печать the truth.
или painful lies to stain our suits
The mask we are behind is ought to break,
As well the carousel of lies we rode yesterday.
Yeah so um if anyone wants to request a poem topic then go ahead. Комментарий ? Thanks (:
-OfmiceandDes
But I’m afraid to love.
My сердце is like the fragile wings
Of a tiny little dove.
I'm scared to get too close.
I feel that I can't win.
You'll Любовь me for a little while
Then you'll set me free again.
I've lived so long on hopes and dreams
I don't know what to do.
I don't think I can trust my heart,
For it belongs to you.
I know you'll only hurt me
Yet, I still keep running back.
Between the paths of our hearts
There's a worn and beaten track.
You've got my сердце held on a string.
It’s breaking right in two.
Enough belongs to me -to hurt-
The rest belongs to you.
I know that somewhere in your heart
There is a place for me.
I just don't know how to find it
And there's no way to make Ты see.
I can only hope that someday
You'll wake up and you'll find,
That while my сердце belongs to yours,
Yours, too, belongs to mine.
" This poem is opposite to my mood as I am very happy in my life but I write this poem for the one who are not happy"
This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this
I feel the darkness in the place
the place which seems bright to them
These people are not mine
but other recognized me with their names
I am feeling miserable,horrible,terrible here
But they are feeling magical,beautiful,peaceful here
I don't resemble to them in any way
I don't belong to them in any way
Here I am living the life that I never wanted to live
here they are living a life , filling their desires things.
This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this
This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this
I feel the darkness in the place
the place which seems bright to them
These people are not mine
but other recognized me with their names
I am feeling miserable,horrible,terrible here
But they are feeling magical,beautiful,peaceful here
I don't resemble to them in any way
I don't belong to them in any way
Here I am living the life that I never wanted to live
here they are living a life , filling their desires things.
This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this
Sad Любовь Poems
Sad Любовь poems are always one of the best elements of sadness. Nothing describes a broken сердце better than sad Любовь poems. The poet’s poetic way Письмо may always find a rhythm with your inner feelings. And better yet if Ты are poet или at least feeling like one, why don’t Ты pick up your pen, in this case your keyboard and write your sad Любовь poem. Your poem will help many others in times to come.
I'm so obsesses with poems so I wanted to make one too
I handed Ты my heart
when I handed it to Ты I
told Ты "be careful its
very fragile".
Ты held my сердце in your hands.
When I turned to go I hear
a shattering sound.
I felt a sharp pain go through me.
That instant I knew Ты had
dropped my heart.
I turned to see Ты on your knees
trying to pick up every piece.
I told Ты "forget it its my heart
.....
By Geoo (me)
Sad Любовь poems are always one of the best elements of sadness. Nothing describes a broken сердце better than sad Любовь poems. The poet’s poetic way Письмо may always find a rhythm with your inner feelings. And better yet if Ты are poet или at least feeling like one, why don’t Ты pick up your pen, in this case your keyboard and write your sad Любовь poem. Your poem will help many others in times to come.
I'm so obsesses with poems so I wanted to make one too
I handed Ты my heart
when I handed it to Ты I
told Ты "be careful its
very fragile".
Ты held my сердце in your hands.
When I turned to go I hear
a shattering sound.
I felt a sharp pain go through me.
That instant I knew Ты had
dropped my heart.
I turned to see Ты on your knees
trying to pick up every piece.
I told Ты "forget it its my heart
.....
By Geoo (me)