When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silver'd o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard;
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
http://www.artofeurope.com/shakespeare/sha13.htm
این هم یک شعر از خودم.
My “DEAREST”
Oh, my great dear Lord,
Something strange happened to me in this world.
I have found my heart too heavy,
Breathing is really too hard for me.
I don’t know if my heart is in my chest yet,
To a new lovely place it has taken refuge, I bet.
Reminds me of her, beats of my heart and breathing,
“Faezeh” is her name, blissful is its meaning.
I call her my “DEAREST” in the whole world,
I hope her love lead me to yours my dear Lord.
As said once, Sheikh Motahari, our master,
Love is both a creation and a creator
It is the creation of women,
And the creator of men
I think my creation has just begun,
Since I fell in love with “Faezeh”, my vital sun.
اگه شما هم اهل شعر گفتن (البته به انگلیسی) هستید دوست دارم شعرامون رو در اختیار هم بزاریم و روشون نظر بدیم. اگه مایل بودید برام آف بزارید:
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تا یا تو وبلاگ شما یا تو وبلاگ من یک تاپیک در این مورد بزاریم و در موردش صحبت کنیم.
سلام شعر بسیار زیباتونو خوندم.واقعا قشنگ بود. راستش من شعر رو خیلی دوست دارم ولی متاسفانه شعر گفتن رو بلد نیستم. ادرس وبلاگتونو بنویسین تا باشعرها و مطالبتون اشنا بشم .ممنون.