Poetry! =P

[..sacrifice4Revenge..]

Yeah. Better not act as a moderator then. Wait, you didn't read the rules!

wait!! u aint thinking for the greater good..

 

[ayeshaddy]

PHADA PHADA! lol

 

[..sacrifice4Revenge..]

Pity The Nation…

Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion.
Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave,
eats a bread it does not harvest,
and drinks a wine that flows not from its own wine-press.
Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero,
and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful.
Pity a nation that despises a passion in its dream,
yet submits in its awakening.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice
save when it walks in a funeral,
boasts not except among its ruins,
and will rebel not save when its neck is laid
between the sword and the block.
Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox,
whose philosopher is a juggler,
and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking.
Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpeting,
and farewells him with hooting,
only to welcome another with trumpeting again.
Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years
and whose strong men are yet in the cradle.
Pity the nation divided into into fragments,
each fragment deeming itself a nation
–
this a poem by Khalil Gibran, a Lebanese America poet/writer. From it’s title, you may already have deduced what it is: a poem indicating the characteristics of a pitiful nation…


poem also quoted by Justice Asif Khosa in the prime minister contempt case recently..
available here

 

[ayeshaddy]

Pity The Nation…

Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion.
Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave,
eats a bread it does not harvest,
and drinks a wine that flows not from its own wine-press.
Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero,
and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful.
Pity a nation that despises a passion in its dream,
yet submits in its awakening.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice
save when it walks in a funeral,
boasts not except among its ruins,
and will rebel not save when its neck is laid
between the sword and the block.
Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox,
whose philosopher is a juggler,
and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking.
Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpeting,
and farewells him with hooting,
only to welcome another with trumpeting again.
Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years
and whose strong men are yet in the cradle.
Pity the nation divided into into fragments,
each fragment deeming itself a nation
–
his a poem by Khalil Gibran, a Lebanese America poet/writer. From it’s title, you may already have deduced what it is: a poem indicating the characteristics of a pitiful nation…


poem also quoted by Justice Asif Khosa in the prime minister contempt case recently..

Amazin...lol I was :O when I was reading this poem thinking you wrote this and then I read the last 2 lines

 

[..sacrifice4Revenge..]

Amazin...lol I was :O when I was reading this poem thinking you wrote this and then I read the last 2 lines

 

[ayeshaddy]

 

[étudiante]

Amazin...lol I was :O when I was reading this poem thinking you wrote this and then I read the last 2 lines

same here

 

[whitetiger64]

I always thought the worst would be
Just having you break-up with me
But now i feel pains much worse
Than those i felt at first
Seeing you with a new girl
Knowing Im no longer your world
Accepting Ill never be good enough for you
Acknowledging Im a failure too
But the worst of all is the desparing pain
Of knowing my heart is on an inisible chain
Bound to you, atrong and ever-lasting
Please give it back, thats all Im asking.....

 

[étudiante]

I always thought the worst would be
Just having you break-up with me
But now i feel pains much worse
Than those i felt at first
Seeing you with a new girl
Knowing Im no longer your world
Accepting Ill never be good enough for you
Acknowledging Im a failure too
But the worst of all is the desparing pain
Of knowing my heart is on an inisible chain
Bound to you, atrong and ever-lasting
Please give it back, thats all Im asking.....

awesomeness!!!

 

[suvain]

Wow well said
buddy

 

[arlery]

Oh fallen one

Stand up, oh fallen one.
You'll have strength to bear,
The pain of effort,
Because, life’s not always fair,
Inspiration, yes inspiration,
Comes but with a price,
You must adhere with,
It, and look past all the lies,
But, remember, oh fallen one,
You once stood a long,
With every piece inside you,
Intact, when you were very strong,
Find that man in you, again,
We’ll beseech every side,
And peace will be restored with,
Amended, now that pride,
Come with me, oh fallen one,
The journey won’t be brisk,
But once the lingering illness fades,
The path won’t be a risk,
We’ll journey, past it all,
And you’ll overcome the fall,
For so will end the tale of how,
we conquered at last,
For so will the end the tale of how,
We overcame the past.

Wrote it a long time ago so it has a brusque ending but anyway

 

[robinhoodmustafa]

·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠·˙˜”*°•..•°*”˜˙·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠

Tum mujhe rooh mein basa lo to acha hai,.......

.......Ye Dil o Jaan k rishte aksar toot jate hain..

·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠·˙˜”*°•..•°*”˜˙·٠•●♥ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ♥●•٠

 

[Epiphany]

From Spring Days to Winter (For Music)

In the glad springtime when leaves were green,
O merrily the throstle sings!
I sought, amid the tangled sheen,
Love whom mine eyes had never seen,
O the glad dove has golden wings!

Between the blossoms red and white,
O merrily the throstle sings!
My love first came into my sight,
O perfect vision of delight,
O the glad dove has golden wings!

The yellow apples glowed like fire,
O merrily the throstle sings!
O Love too great for lip or lyre,
Blown rose of love and of desire,
O the glad dove has golden wings!

But now with snow the tree is grey,
Ah, sadly now the throstle sings!
My love is dead: ah! well-a-day,
See at her silent feet I lay
A dove with broken wings!
Ah, Love! ah, Love! that thou wert slain -
Fond Dove, fond Dove return again! - Oscar Wilde.

 

[SalmanPakRocks]

Oh fallen one

Stand up, oh fallen one.
You'll have strength to bear,
The pain of effort,
Because, life’s not always fair,
Inspiration, yes inspiration,
Comes but with a price,
You must adhere with,
It, and look past all the lies,
But, remember, oh fallen one,
You once stood a long,
With every piece inside you,
Intact, when you were very strong,
Find that man in you, again,
We’ll beseech every side,
And peace will be restored with,
Amended, now that pride,
Come with me, oh fallen one,
The journey won’t be brisk,
But once the lingering illness fades,
The path won’t be a risk,
We’ll journey, past it all,
And you’ll overcome the fall,
For so will end the tale of how,
we conquered at last,
For so will the end the tale of how,
We overcame the past.

Wrote it a long time ago so it has a brusque ending but anyway

BEST

 

[arlery]

BEST

Thank you!

 

[whitetiger64]

When I’m loud and cheerful; you say I’m on a high
When I’m quiet and reserved; you say I’m too shy
When I hold those tears within; you say my eyes are too dry
When they leak out at times; you say there was no need to cry
When I ask you your news; you say I’m trying to pry
When I give you a gift; you say your favour I’m trying to buy!
When I tell you my problems; ‘life’s not fair!’ you sigh
When I try to make amends; you become suspicious and ask ‘why?’
You’re never happy and pleased; no matter what I do or try
Would you care if I ran away? ; Would you care if I let myself die?
Maybe I should go on in this hopeless way; Or maybe I should just leave without goodbye…..

 

[Epiphany]

When I’m loud and cheerful; you say I’m on a high
When I’m quiet and reserved; you say I’m too shy
When I hold those tears within; you say my eyes are too dry
When they leak out at times; you say there was no need to cry
When I ask you your news; you say I’m trying to pry
When I give you a gift; you say your favour I’m trying to buy!
When I tell you my problems; ‘life’s not fair!’ you sigh
When I try to make amends; you become suspicious and ask ‘why?’
You’re never happy and pleased; no matter what I do or try
Would you care if I ran away? ; Would you care if I let myself die?
Maybe I should go on in this hopeless way; Or maybe I should just leave without goodbye…..

The blank mystical ending. Amazing.

 

[whitetiger64]

The blank mystical ending. Amazing.

thnx....i lyk cliff hangers

 

[étudiante]

When I’m loud and cheerful; you say I’m on a high
When I’m quiet and reserved; you say I’m too shy
When I hold those tears within; you say my eyes are too dry
When they leak out at times; you say there was no need to cry
When I ask you your news; you say I’m trying to pry
When I give you a gift; you say your favour I’m trying to buy!
When I tell you my problems; ‘life’s not fair!’ you sigh
When I try to make amends; you become suspicious and ask ‘why?’
You’re never happy and pleased; no matter what I do or try
Would you care if I ran away? ; Would you care if I let myself die?
Maybe I should go on in this hopeless way; Or maybe I should just leave without goodbye…..

A-W-E-S-O-M-E-N-E-S-S!!!!!!!

 

[whitetiger64]

A-W-E-S-O-M-E-N-E-S-S!!!!!!!

T-H-A-N-K-U!!!!!!!