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You're a pretty poem
and I'd like
to read you fondly
in the serene morning
when you're most
enthralling
In the meanwhile
I won't feel frustrated
if you're constantly
and forever changing
like a kaleidoscope
for I know
the only thing
that won't change
is your true colors
It was in the season
when daffodils
were in full bloom
that we came across
each other
Like two trails
once crossing each other
now you've gone
your way
and I mine
With the changing colors
of green leaves
my heart is fading away
little by little
It's been a long while
since I could dream of you
Now that
it's impossible
for us
to get together again
why not let our story
along with
the summer dream
be put down
on a page of poetry
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If this is
the last picture
I paint
it's not
a delightful bouquet
but the faint blush
on your cheek
If this is
the last poem
I write
it sure is your smile
that's pure
as a lily
by the lake shore
If there's something
I want to say
to you
on this cold and blue
Monday morning
It's not
how much
I love you
but how are you
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The previous cold front
lingered only a few days
Thank Heaven
for the mercy
the sun is shining
so brightly
for the time being
that people
strolling on the streets
are all smiles
though it's a bit windy
Yet I still feel inactive
and unwilling
to step outdoors
Maybe
you will guess
in the midwinter
there are no more flowers
swaying on the sidewalk
to warm the heart
I hate to admit it
but I really
miss those days
when your lips
were more charming
than all cherry blossoms
Goodbye to you
My sweet lass of yesterday
It’s not that
I don’t care about you
any more today
but that I can't stand
to see your loveliness
turning into
a string of melancholy
in the evening
Farewell my beauty
from the immemorial past
When the sun rises
tomorrow morning
l sincerely wish
you might be refreshing
as a blue water lily
after a shower of rain
Please save your flowers
along with the applause
for those who
long for them most
I need to
maintain my composure
before I've climbed over
the highest mountain peak
before I've reached
my Shangri-La
I don't want to
get beside myself with joy
in this fool's paradise
More often than not
I envy my neighbor
not because
the grass is greener
but because
what's worse
the flowers are always
more breathtaking
on the other side of the fence
Fortunately
I'm still under the illusion
that my poetry is always
more spellbinding
Once in a while
I'd like to glide and fly
like an eagle
in the immense sky
I'm not taking an airplane
or a jet plane
Why
It's the wings
of my imagination
which enable me
to soar high
easy as eating a pie
If life is nothing but a dream
why not paint it
on a winding stream
If love is a fleeting ecstasy
let's recite it
over an immense sea
If beauty is a joy
forever and ever
let's treasure it in our heart
like a wide-eyed boy
Revised
Last summer
I should've left sooner
for a place
of serenity and peace
when the last poppy
after flowering
was about to wither
in the lush green pasture
I should've written a dirge
so mournful and beautiful
that it's sure to linger
on your lips forever
as well as in your soul
something so blue for you
to remember me by
for the rest of your life
On the first day
of the new year 2015
people are stepping outside
in groups
toward the park
to readily embrace
the rare warm sunshine
in the relentless cold season
before flowers are budding
It's a pity
that I can't find your face
among them
But does it really matter
for simply
thinking of you
my heart turns warm at once
even in the deep of night
even if winter is dead
On a gloomy morning
while I was wandering
along a lonely road
leading to the hustle and bustle
of a municipality
I looked into the distance
as far as I could
trying hard to
find out where my future was
but without muck luck
I felt so lost
I can't remember
whether I shed tears or not
for it was raining cats and dogs
at the miserable moment
Now it's a freezing cold evening
I raise my head
and gaze at the grey sky
trying hard to
search for my previous self
the young man
decades of years ago
but in vain
I feel so alone
that I really hope
it'll be pouring down with rain
in no time
Sonny
Please don't ask me
whether or not
I've seen
the magnificence
of Taipei 101
as long as the forest
is forever green
in the mountain
and the water
is forever flowing
in the stream
of Formosa
I don't mind
whether I've ever been
to Rome or not
The wind chime
hanging at the front door
is tingling
and my heart is echoing
with the soothing ringing
Yet I know
it's not so much the gentle wind
as your soft whisper of blessing
from afar
that swings the chime
and sends it jingling
If life is too heavily
loaded with gemstones
for me to fly freely
or leisurely
up to the blue sky
I'd rather be
a wisp of smoke
having nothing
but elegant ethereality
Simply love you
and don't ask me why
Love you like
little birds
love the carefree clouds
in the blue sky
Love you like
April showers
love May flowers
Love you like
if I am a snowman
in the Arctic permafrost
you're the sunshine
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Come along
When our love has grown
overwhelmingly sweet and fragrant
even a word is too redundant
Why not reap this memory of apple
with tear and smile
on our face
in the season of romance
Revised
I'm a dewdrop
at dawn
waking up to the early
morning sunshine
that's caressing my face
and disturbing my sweet dream
While a ladybug
is scurrying for the shade
of a weeping willow
I feel like an idle cloud
wandering in the blue sky
catching a glimpse
of a yellow buttercup
that's smiling
in a green pasture
When the evening
spreads the sunset glows around
like purple and orange petals
on the ground
I'm going to sing a sad song
for a weather-worn vagabond
The minute the night's eyes
start to twinkle
I'll be like a shooting star
flying across the murky sky
shedding some light for
a lonely traveler
Revised
No snow glistening
no sleigh bells jingling
from one January
to another January
Now I've learned
how to look for a bug here
and a worm there
in the field
like many
other little chickens do
though I still recall
as a fledgling
I always presumed
I'd take wing
in the near future
like a triumphant eagle
to a wonderland
in winter
when fully fledged
Revised
Once I was a skylark
a spring skylark
enjoying singing
in a fool's paradise
forever flying and hovering
The white cloud
was my best friend
the azure sky
my sweet home
and my playing ground
Now I feel like a kite
without a string
free falling
from the Creator's grace
yet I dare not blame
the soft autumn breath
since it's the rosy colors
on your face
that I'm heavily
overwhelmed with
Revised
I've been enjoying your poetry lately Angli - I really liked A Dewdrop at Dawn a great deal. There was a nice song playing, and it flowed musically. Thanks for sharing :)
They say
by the alpine meadow
winter plums are blooming today
vibrant and amorous
as those dreamy lasses
in the dead of winter
in spite of the bitter cold weather
If you're coming back
from afar
to appreciate
those pink white little stars
with me
for the sake of good old days
we're sure
to open up our arms
to welcome the snowflakes
Though they may seem unpleasant
when falling on our heads
yet at least
people won't notice our grey hair
for the time being
Revised
I love you
but to the whole world
or to you
do I have to announce it
with a trumpet
True love is something
that needn't be said
Like the sun
he's always there for you
giving you light and heat
but he never utters
l love you
When he must go away
at night
he doesn't want you
to miss him
but to sleep tight
Some goats nearby
are grazing
the unwanted weeds
with great gusto
when I'm bewitched by
the winsome wildflowers
in a meadow
And in the distance
the sun is shining
casually
and fairly
on every living being
Your 'Unwanted Weeds' poem really says something to me. Thanks for keeping it real.
Thanks, Silas, for your reply, but I wonder what this poem says to you. Care to share?Quote:
Originally Posted by Silas Thorne
Let it be
and let me
close the door
of this ancient store
After the evening glow
has gone
I wonder
whether songbirds
still remember
how to sing in tune
in the sky
grey and dull
Let it go
and let the snow fall
I don't have
anything more
to show
to the world
Having hit the hay
for a long while
but here and now
I just can't fall asleep
I know so well
how to count my blessings
seeing
the freezing cold air
shivering
outside my window pane
while I'm lying inside
warm and comfortable
I feel ashamed
that I can't remember
when the last time was
that I looked up at the stars
in the night sky
and made a wish
for you
on the brightest star
So now I wish you
peace and joy
wherever you are
throughout time
To wonder
why you were my carnation
is to hunt for an answer
why we came into existence
in this universe
In my vague memory
the first time
I saw you
you seemed to
have passed your prime
I can hardly reminisce a day
when you were pretty
as a carnation should be
though as always
you were gracious
and happy go lucky
Life is unfair
to everyone of us
seeing that
we were born to get old
get sick and then die
whether we like it or not
Nevertheless
it's more than hideous
to you
I can't help but inquire
the omnipotent
why he didn't do anything
when a humble being
has suffered a great deal
all her life
without happiness
The night isn't young
any longer
and the weather getting
older and colder
Having put out the candle
and hit the sack
for a long while
yet I'm still busy
counting the sheep
in the darkness
I feel like a seed
buried in the mud
earnestly wishing
for the thawing of snow
but doubting
whether I'll be able to
sprout again
when another spring
comes along
Revised
If you feel like
calling on me
you need not run
all the way
to my shabby shanty
You can save
your troubles
for another day
for
like a whimsical zephyr
I'm everywhere
except
at my own humble place
In case
I'm at home
my soul may be
still lingering
in a green mountain
where
there's a clear stream
flowing serenely by
day and night
Revised~~
The sparrows are flitting around
from branch to branch
in the woods
in this green paradise
especially bustling
on this sunny morning
It appears that they're telling
one another it's coming
The spring is coming
Let's get busy
busy as the noisy city
not very far away
just outside the fence
busy making a decent house
busy looking for a pretty spouse
busy having a nest of lovely fledglings
so that human beings
won't miss our singing
come next spring
It's a rare sunny Saturday
in the wintertime
Sitting on a bench
in the park
I enjoy watching
blissful people
taking a stroll
in the sunshine
by ones and twos
but wonder why
they tried their utmost
to stay far away
from the same sunshine
in the summertime
After this meal
the day's all but gone
in a daze
and nothing great
has been done
but what's the big deal
as there's always
another day
to make my hay
when the sun shines
no more
I'll simply
jot down my sorrow
on the seashore
come tomorrow
I've always beamed
with joy
in my dream
I've always been a tiger
if not a winner
on my whim
but when I wake up
to the fact
that I'm just a caterpillar
or rather a born loser
I want to cry
but I find
I've lost the ability
to shed tears
To make matters worse
when I need rain most
there's been
a severe drought
for a long while
If it's the Almighty's will
to humble me
then I'm ready
to eat humble pie
and become pious
Isn't a calm sea
heavenly
and soothing
Why must there be
once in a while
fatal tempests
above the sea
that destroy the peace
and why must there be
mysterious whirlpools
in the sea
which engulf vessels
and people
without mercy
If there has to be
someone
crying an ocean
by the sea
let it be me
Wandering down a country lane
I stop by a newly harvested rice field
with strewing straws
bathing blissfully in the winter sun
Not far away
several sparrows are chitchatting
like naughty noisy lasses
I hope
they're not talking about me
behind my back
for I'm not a straw man
nor will I scare them away
when they're enjoying
those scattered grains
How can I explain to them
I'm lying here
simply to savor the delightful sunshine
along with the gentle touch
of the January breeze
I couldn't care less
if they think of me as a rice worm
idling away the golden day
this way
for I'm not a go-getter
and never take delight
in making money or war
All I need is peace and harmony
in the afternoon
I ran across an old man
when eating my lunch
Though he's not as rich
as Bill Gates
not as eloquent
as Dr. King
and not as smart
as Albert Einstein
yet whenever I think of
his humble attitude
his simple words
and his sincere smile
I feel as if
the spring breeze
is blowing across my face
and therefore forget
it's still wintertime
Thanks a million
Gusty Wind
for stopping growling
even before midnight
Now I think
I can lie down
and sleep tight
Nonetheless
faced with the huge waves
you stirred up
in the ocean of my heart
I simply have no idea
how to calm down
not to mention
reaching nirvana
As a toddler
I was bewitched
by your enigmatic light
followed you
and hence
came to this foreign land
by accident
For all those years
I've always been bungling
and immature
as I haven't learned
how to read the emotions
of others
and the complicated rules
in this world
Come on
Firefly
fly back and take me
to the place
in the distant planet
where I belong
for I feel really out of place
at this very moment