You'll never see in my eyes sadness and grief,
If you ask me about the reasons, I'll just give you some tips:
Sometimes I don't want carry on, but I can't just leave,
I can't just leave, once I see your coral red lips.
You'll never see in my eyes sadness and grief,
If you ask me about the reasons, I'll just give you some tips:
Sometimes I don't want carry on, but I can't just leave,
I can't just leave, once I see your coral red lips.
Leo, what are you talking about?)
Amethyst
Funny exercise is going on!) It's writing poems to given rhymes, which you can see in Julie P's message above.
Oh, it's clear now for me
Julie P
Thanks, I'll try to do this. Maybe, it will be the difficult one:
...higher
...sight
...fire
...light
Has anybody ever been up higher?
Despite the fact that you're still out of sight,
You are the one who set my soul on fire
Endowing me with your endearing light
I'm younger than you and my stature is higher,
But one day I've fallen in love at first sight.
Sometimes I'm thinking about you and my soul on fire,
I see the end of the tunnel and it is light.
P. S.: This is my first attempt in writting verses into English language
Kate, sounds good, don`cha wanna be poet or song writer? I с yer fan of Michael. I don`t really like`im `n`is works. It seems like most of`is wannabes "like"`im only `coz`e dead `n` be a fan of Michael became a trend.
So, whadd`ya doin, guys? Could`ja make this topic alive?
Thank you, JeromKid This is really my first quatrain into English. I write poetry into Russian language, but for my soul not for fame
I can't say that I'm MJ's wannabe. I've respect for him. He was a great unique person. He's not a trend for me, he's a good, kind, interesting man for me and I like his works. And I'm in deep sadness ever since he died.
Let's do this again! Let's write some verses, here are the rhymes:
...moon
...rock
...soon
...clock
Added:
That's my example(some English humour):
I don't wanna howl and bark at the moon,
Don't wanna listen to this stupid rock,
I will be available not very soon
I totally give a f*ck, 'cause it's damned five o'clock.
Последний раз редактировалось Leo; 21.11.2010 в 14:57.
im haunted by another harvest moon
the ceiling falls and rooms walls rock
and im sure it gets much more eerie soon
i see things melt like dalis clock...
And there seems no way at all to quit
But I don't care, cause I wait no more,
My thought's like horses that are given flicks
As you can't help but open my old sore..
....... run
.......restrain
.......undone
.......remain
Последний раз редактировалось Julie P; 21.11.2010 в 21:38.
Последний раз редактировалось Leo; 22.11.2010 в 21:18.
im haunted by another harvest moon
the ceiling falls and rooms walls rock
and im sure it gets much more eerie soon
i see things melt like dalis clock...
And there seems no way at all to quit
But I don't care cause I wait no more,
My thought's like horses that are given flicks
As you can't help but open my old sore..
I don't even know should I hide or maybe run
Such powerful feeling so I cannot restrain
What's happenin'? All the things are coming undone!
Oh, it's bright light of morning but my fears are remain.
I think it will be a great poem, won't it?