شعر

Whatever Happened

So I'm a stubborn female; I may always think I'm right.
I don't wanna hear the truth because we may end up in a fight.
Don't look at me like that, like you know something big.
You're my man, what's the deal with you talking that entire head? 

A boat I will shape:قایقی خواهم ساخت:سهراب سپهری

A boat I will shape

Translation: Morteza Heydari Araghi

A boat I will shape,and will let free into sea,

will go farther away from this bizarre land,
where nobody, in this land of love,
pulls the heroes out of sleep.

A boat, free of sail,
and will shape away heart from the dream of pearl.
Neither I lie with blues,
Nor seas- water fairies, whose heads on surface,
who enchant from the spring of their hairs
on fisherman's sunlight of lonely dares.

will run so
will sing so:
shall go far, farther away.
Men? no tales.
Women? not as cheerful as a cluster of grapes.

No chamber of mirrors doubled the drinking spree.
Even water didn't let a torch fire-free.
shall go far, farther away.
night sang its song, it's the windows' day.

will run so.
will sing so.

Beyond the sea, there is a city,
where the windows are open to expressions.
and the roofs are places for pigeons who watch the fountain of the human mind.
In the hands of each 1o year old child, is a flower of knowledge.
People of the city see a bait, like a flame, a soft dream.
The earth hears the music of your feeling,
and calls in wind, story-telling birds' wing.

Beyond the sea, there is a city,
where sun extents to the size of daybreakers' eyes.
Poets heir water, wisdom and light.

Beyond the sea, there is a city,
A boat I must shape

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Footsteps_of_Water

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Ah! Sunflower

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!

William Blake

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THE SEASON OF SPRING Poems by Morhardt

THE SEASON OF SPRING

 
the season of spring
weather seems to sing
lovely lovely days
are coming our ways

the season of spring
blooming blossoming
of nature of all kind
let roots unbind 

the season of spring
birds unfold their wings
diving high into sky
wish one could fly

the season of spring
careful hearts love sting
reaching out towards others
some persons might bother
  

Alexander Rybak : fairytale

Alexander Rybak :  fairytale

Years ago, when I was younger
I kinda liked a girl I knew. She was mine, and we w ere sweethearts That was then, but then it’s true 

Snow:poem

Snow

Snow falls to the ground not making a sound

twirling and twisting

to land so lightly

snow dances across the sky

looking like angels that cry

because of pain and loss

that we feel 

goodbye

Avril Lavigne – Goodbye

Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye, my love
I can't hide
Can't hide
Can't hide what has come
I have to go, I have to go, I have to go
And leave you alone
But always know, always know, always know
That I love you so
I love you so
I love you so, oh
Goodbye, brown eyes
Goodbye for now
Goodbye, sunshine
Take care of yourself 

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It's Autumn Again

It's Autumn Again

It’s autumn again
Leaves whisper the sound of our past
In loss they pay a descent
To the ground we fall 

   
It’s autumn again
Our song is sung by the wind
Echoes of loss and grief
Through chilled air we wade
 
It’s autumn again
The waters grow as cold as our hearts
We are alike – crusted in ice
In ourselves we freeze