Poem Children por Henry Longfellow
Come to me, O ye children!
For I hear you at your play,
And the perguntas that perplexed me
Have vanished quite away.
Ye open the eastern windows,
That look towards the sun,
Where thoughts are cantar 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 or said;
For ye are living poems,
And all the rest are dead.
Come to me, O ye children!
For I hear you at your play,
And the perguntas that perplexed me
Have vanished quite away.
Ye open the eastern windows,
That look towards the sun,
Where thoughts are cantar 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 or said;
For ye are living poems,
And all the rest are dead.
(poems from my mind)
1.[have you ever?]
Have you ever wondered?
Have you ever feared?
Have you ever questioned?
Or were you always scared?
2.[like a toy]
Have you ever heard of love?
Or happiness and joy?
No you didn't,
Because to you, everything is like a toy.
3.[my stupid mind]
I am so tired,
Of hearing these words in my mind.
Sometimes, I wish i can just fall,
And go deaf and blind.
4.[a natal poem]
natal is on the way,
So merry Christmas!
What else can i say?
(a poem that i read from the internet)
Sick of crying,
Tired of trying,
Yes, I am smiling,
But inside, I am dying.
(a poem that my closest friend wrote for me, it may be my favorito poem of all time)
God gave us two eyes to see,
Two legs to walk the street,
Two ears to let us hear,
And two arms to defend ourselves and not to fear.
But why did he give u only one heart?
Maybe because somewhere in this world there is the other part,
That we should look for and when we find never tare them apart.
1.[have you ever?]
Have you ever wondered?
Have you ever feared?
Have you ever questioned?
Or were you always scared?
2.[like a toy]
Have you ever heard of love?
Or happiness and joy?
No you didn't,
Because to you, everything is like a toy.
3.[my stupid mind]
I am so tired,
Of hearing these words in my mind.
Sometimes, I wish i can just fall,
And go deaf and blind.
4.[a natal poem]
natal is on the way,
So merry Christmas!
What else can i say?
(a poem that i read from the internet)
Sick of crying,
Tired of trying,
Yes, I am smiling,
But inside, I am dying.
(a poem that my closest friend wrote for me, it may be my favorito poem of all time)
God gave us two eyes to see,
Two legs to walk the street,
Two ears to let us hear,
And two arms to defend ourselves and not to fear.
But why did he give u only one heart?
Maybe because somewhere in this world there is the other part,
That we should look for and when we find never tare them apart.
conor your my angel
conor your my heart
i amor you lots and lots
right from the start
conor you know i love
conor you know i care
i amor you lots and lots
even though its not fair
conor your my heaven
conor your my sky
i amor you lots and lots
i just dont know why
conor you my dream
conor your my wish
i amor you lots and lots
i amor you conor.
conor you my life
conor your my clouds
i amor you lots and lots
i wish you were here
just to see your gorgeous face
conor i think you cool
conor i think you great
i amor you lots and lots
its just the way it is......
conor your my heart
i amor you lots and lots
right from the start
conor you know i love
conor you know i care
i amor you lots and lots
even though its not fair
conor your my heaven
conor your my sky
i amor you lots and lots
i just dont know why
conor you my dream
conor your my wish
i amor you lots and lots
i amor you conor.
conor you my life
conor your my clouds
i amor you lots and lots
i wish you were here
just to see your gorgeous face
conor i think you cool
conor i think you great
i amor you lots and lots
its just the way it is......
por Alyssa Rivers
Help please
Does anyone hear my cry?
If you hear my cry
Please help me understand
Why I feel this way
Like there is no hope
Can you help me please understand
Why am I on my own?
Laying there on the floor
Never coming back
Where were you?
I needed you
I needed one call from you
I didn’t ask for much
My life was falling apart
Without being told or even saying it could
I don’t understand
Why am I here?
What am I doing wrong?
Where were you?
When I needed you the most
When I couldn’t get back up
And couldn’t fight anymore
When I was falling down inside
When I was dying inside
My hearts gone and vanished
Where were you?
When I needed you the most
Help me please
If you hear my cry
Help me understand why
A piece of sky
Kept in a bottle.
A piece of sun
Never to be revealed...
A dia never forgotten
And forever kept
In the head of an old friend.
A de praia, praia found
And turned apart,
In procurar of a treasure
Never treasure,
Never buried there.
A stolen kiss,
por a famous thief.
A child crying because
She will never find it!
To all of you:D
Kept in a bottle.
A piece of sun
Never to be revealed...
A dia never forgotten
And forever kept
In the head of an old friend.
A de praia, praia found
And turned apart,
In procurar of a treasure
Never treasure,
Never buried there.
A stolen kiss,
por a famous thief.
A child crying because
She will never find it!
To all of you:D