Our English poems

a response to "how do i love thee?"

How do I hate thee?

Why do I hate thee? Let me tell you now-
Thou art charming like the summer sea
And thy eyes far too bewitching for thee.
Your alluring smile makes men bow
And your beauty holds no bounds.
But why do you have to steal him from me?
I love him to the depth and breadth,my prince
The day he left,he said, "you look like a sow".
My heart which burnt from love now ragged with anger
My heart beat rapidly,slowed to a pause,stopped and broke
I distrust all lovers,for to me,all are cruel.
In tears I drown as hankies soak
So long as men can breathe,or eyes can see,
I hate thee.


Ngô Tố Giao đã viết:
Here is my favorite poem.

How Do I Love Thee?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
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Re: a response to "how do i love thee?"

Whom then shall you love? Let me count the choices;
will you choose animal, vegetable, mineral, or ethereal?
Then, of course, there is cold hard cash.
We know that beauty is fleeting and riches are deceptive,
But above all else a betraying soul cuts the heart,
And crushes the spirit.
In your quest for love, I implore you,
Choose not a beast for they are rough and crude and simple,
Choose not a bird for they are fleeting,
Choose not a fish for they are cold and slippery,
Choose not a vegetable, for they will soak up your tender mercies,
But can only give back if you devour them!
Choose not a mineral for they are immovable and will not change.
In truth, the only one safe to love is Spirit; perhaps God will return
your love by placing in your path one suitable for you, but not of your own faulty choosing.
When you forgive you can forget and let go of your pride and pain.
Who would not, given a clear choice, trade ashes for beauty?
And discover love...


Unregistered đã viết:
How do I hate thee?

Why do I hate thee? Let me tell you now-
Thou art charming like the summer sea
And thy eyes far too bewitching for thee.
Your alluring smile makes men bow
And your beauty holds no bounds.
But why do you have to steal him from me?
I love him to the depth and breadth,my prince
The day he left,he said, "you look like a sow".
My heart which burnt from love now ragged with anger
My heart beat rapidly,slowed to a pause,stopped and broke
I distrust all lovers,for to me,all are cruel.
In tears I drown as hankies soak
So long as men can breathe,or eyes can see,
I hate thee.


Ngô Tố Giao đã viết:
Here is my favorite poem.

How Do I Love Thee?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
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The Perfect Man


The perfect man is gentle
never cruel or mean
he has a beautiful smile
and he keeps his face so clean

The perfect man loves children
and will raise them by your side
he will be a good father
and good husband to his bride

The perfect man loves cooking
cleaning and vaccuuming too
he'lldo anything to convey
his feelings of love to you

The perfect man is sweet
writing poetry from your name
he's a best friend to your mother
and kisses away your pain

He has never made you cry
or hurt you in any way......
OH SCREW THIS STUPID POEM............
THE PERFECT MAN IS GAY!!!!!!​



I don't really like this poem...just thought it was funny.
 
A Naughty Little Poem

For Vannie

She whispered "will it hurt me?"
"Of course not" answered he
"It's a very simple process,
You can rely on me."

She said "I'm very frightened,
I've not had this before.
My friend has had it five times
And said it can be sore."

It was growing rather painful
Tears formed in her eyes
It was hurting quite a bit now
It must have been a size.

"Calm yourself" he whispered
"His face filled with a grin
"Try and open wider
So I can get it in."

"It's coming now" he whispered
"I know" she cried in bliss
Feeling it deep within her now
She said "I am glad I'm having this."

And with a final effort
She gave a frightened shout
He gripped it in anguish
And quickly pulled it out.

She lay back quite contended
Sighed and gave a smile
She said "I'm glad I came now
You made it worth my while."

Now if you read this carefully
The dentist you will find
Is not what you imagined
It's just your dirty mind!!​
 
:) I know most of you guys have at least written one English poem before. Why don't you show all your friends this talent? :D
This is one I wrote .. let see.. 3 years ago..

(hi my classmates, do you still remember this?)

I wish to see your smile
Like a little star in the sky
Cause it means there will be no rains
And no tears from my eyes.

Your kindness brings warmth to me
You are so holy and gentle
Coming from heaven as an angel
To open my heart with a magic key.

ok, ok.. I know this poem is silly but.. anyway, let it be the first one for this thread. Looking forward to reading yours!
;)
 
This is the poem i made for my sister in her birthday.And i was so happy because she likes it.

My Sister

My sister is there for me
no matter what I do.
She helps me when I ask,
so I try to help her too.

My sister has been nice to me
for ever and a day.
But she doesn’t know I appreciate her
In every single way.

My sister is special to me
because I know that
She takes care of me.
And I also know that
she loves our family

My sister is my sister;
I’d even say my friend.
I’m glad my sister is you
until the very end.

It has one more stanza but i can't post here because it is private.
(My sis Vy , do you remmember it?)
 
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Another poem:

I am a star.


I am a star
In the midnight sky.
I may appear
Small to a planet,
But my magnitude
Of brilliance is colossal.
I look down on people,
And people look up to me.
Sometimes the clouds
Can hide my appearance.
I am always there,
No matter what.
When all the stars are shining at night,
You may not notice me.
I tend to blend in
With the rest of the stars.
Their light can shine over mine.
You think of me as being
Associated with different constellations.
Although I look
The same as other stars,
If you look closely,
I am very different.
 
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my 11a1 class last year was on the second floor.. that's why I am missing it so much. Half of this poem I wrote during the SAT test :D and I've just finished the rest.

The second floor


From second floor
We stand
watching basketball
the crowded canteen
our friends
eating ice-creams.
Next period,
biology test, we all have stress.
On the second floor hall way
we cram the text
worrying which class is next
how to survive.
Second floor hall way corner
I saw you cry
when we failed the English contest
Second floor
so high each morning I get to school
climbing. breathing
Second floor
so quick to get to canteen during the break
buying bread
or lemonade
never care how it tastes
it may be kept
for a few days
and it is never cheap
in Hanoi-Amsterdam canteen.
;)
 
FLY WITH ME!
Fly, fly, fly with me in the high blue sky
Follow, follow, follow me to the place with no sorrow
Love me, love me, love me truly madly deeply!
But
I know for now
I can't have you fly with me
Follow me
Or love me
So I fly alone
In the high blue sky
And still love you
Until I die.

I wrote this song when I was in grade 8, for ... when "7love" : )) I now find it very "chuoi" and melting. However, I am confident enough to post it here, cho no co phong trao ;)
Khoe luon, my sister made a simple, funny and happy tune for it. Oh, I miss her so much, but I know if I told her, she would never believe it :((
 
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Replying to Quynh Anh's poem: :D

So sick of you stressing
Sick of you fessing
Sick of you acting like I owe you some
Find another place
To feed your face
If you don’t, we gon’ bump
Get it up here, crunk
So sick of you stressing
Sick of you fessing
Sick of you acting like I owe you some
Find another place to feed your face
If you don’t, we gon’ bump
Get it up here, crunk

Go, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me (get away from me), go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
You try to take the best of me, go away
Get away from me

Linkin Park
 
Ever written any poems?

It's said that poems lead people to the motherland of emotion. You can easily find in the rythme the essence of life and of feelings.
How about just jotting down some words of yours here, they would turn out to be a great poem, we'd see.
This's one of my 15-min-poems, which's quite humble and dull, but hopefully can start a nice thread.

My feelings are choked
Will power croaked
In torture, confidence soaked
How can I redeem such havoc

Don’t say unconquerable soul
Don’t claim unbowed heart
Don’t try to make a fuss
Please get over that

( I will, I am , trying to get over myself, this hell don't treat me well, why couldnt i say wat i really felt?
He said he thought i cried a lot as he "dumped" me, such a funny thing that many people in the same sea. Tell me how many times more i need to claim that? I am not that ordinary.
This's not important at all, when people thing i fall, i do fall, yes, but not by virtue of such "emotional heart"_ the so called. Why people'd like to see me dancing in the naked pall? why don't see me as i am in all? i'm not like that, not that good, not that bad, not that smart, not that cool, not that hard, I...crash...)
 
Re: Ever written any poems?

I think I should not probably touch these "poem" things ^_^
 
My recent poem (I wrote within 8 minutes before rushing to dinner :D )

I love cactus

I love cactus.
It grows from dust
From sand
Arid, scorched, parched
Growing with thirst.

No one cares
No one waters
No one likes cactus.
It still grows
Hot or cold
It still grows
Its thorns are sharp
If you touch violently,
you will be hurt.
That is cactus.

And my heart is sand
Everyone going by will leave footprints.
 
Gosh, I have just merged 4 threads! Hard work.. :D
It seems that people are always interested in poetry. Anyway, let's keep going! :)
 
Here's my serenade, dedicated to drifters and to Breakfast at Tiffany:

SERENADE FOR DARKNESS

Tonight the wind raids the moon
Slamming leaves down with dust
You storm in with spilt moonlight
Salty eyes, lightning smile, a grasp.

One night, one life, one man
And I under a quarter of the sky
Sprinkling notes from the lute
In the dark, night tastes sour.

But the wind departs, gathering its coat
Splashing lunar twilight across the sky
Alone I listen to the dust and the dark
Lulling serenade for drifters.
 
Funeral Blue

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephones
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone
Silence the pianos with muffle drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mouners come

Let aero plane cirle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message "He's dead"
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves

He was my North, my South, my East and West
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song
I thought that Love would last forever. I was wrong

The stars are not wanted now. Put out everyone
Pack up the Moon and dismantle the Sun
Pour away the Ocean, sweep up the Wood
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Nhấn để mở rộng...

Bài nầy đọc nghe hay "rùng rợn" :p,
 
Còn đây là bài của mình, post o mot forum khac rồi nhưng vào đây post lại cho nó có không khí

Since you went away

- By FMC -

I

Cold hands
Cold heart
You departed
I stay

No blue sky
Now it’s gray
Heavy clouds gathering
A rainy day forecasted
My heart dances wildly
The ocean growls in sadness

Why were you leaving
Who am I to be?

II

When will come tomorrow
When will pass yesterday
When will pieces of you in me fall apart
Since you’ve gone away

Today is longer than ever
Tears run down my eyes
Said I came to your life like an angel
How could you make angel cry

The shadow of love
The echo of joy
The remnants of promises
Fade with you away

Adieu my love
Tremble I to smile
When yesterday had past
No longer were you mine.
 
Góp 1 bài cho vui, bài này gọi là hoang tưởng, vì đúng nó là hoang tưởng thật :))

"Hallucination"

the winds are blowing through the wind-mills
touch my skin and make me nearly cry
remembering you standing there
soothing my face with your hair

through nights and days my memories
refuse to fade away
no matter how I try
how much I've cried

so I put down my head to rest
and try to sleep those tears away
but I still hear the screaming of
the bird who's gone astrayed and lost

ahhhhhhhhhhhh
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

the morning seems the night has left
a bleaky blanket on my eyes
i wake up on my heavy head
upside down and inside out

but from the door you've left ajar
a ray of sunlight's coming through
silently and gently brings
reality within

detoxicating all my body
r'lievin' all the aching pains
healing all the wounds
so I can learn to walk again
on my scarred feet

BLB
 
Một ngày mới, bắt đầu từ ánh bình minh, một dòng sông bắt nguồn sau khe suối...." hơ hơ, có ai nhớ bài hát thủa nursery này không?
Em cũng góp thêm một bài cho vui vậy, nhưng mờ chưa edit


Lodge a life

My words are so infantile?
And my heart is so fragile?
My innocence keeps swelling up
God, tell me why!

The foetal power I tried to create
Died so quickly with no regret
Remained only a squeal in pain
Desisting from recoverin’ ‘gain

I seen my friends selling souls to demons of death
And sadness becomes their muse
Minds filled with plethora of nice illusions
I can’t answer why they didn’t refuse…

Now I’m defiant to drift
Not follow any life-scripts
Assurance ironclad, confidence leads
I would go my way like this.
 
just wondering, how come u guys got the emotions to write a poem? its pretty tough for me, even with a normal English essay...
 
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