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When idling around
in the picturesque countryside
at the age of a puppy
I never thought
I'd grow old and lethargic
for I was deeply convinced
I'd fly gracefully like a swan
sooner or later
A myth can seem both appealing
and satisfying
until the minute it's exploded
Now ages have passed
suddenly
I become conscious
I'm more like an ugly duckling
I never learn how to fly
but do grow gray hair
along with innumerable troubles
Supposing a good poem
can be compared to a pretty girl
then without doubt
you're the prettiest poem
I've ever read
I fell head over heels
in love with you
at first sight
Now the more I read you
the more I'm attached to you
and your profound fragrance
I have no opportunity
but to commit you
to my memory
in case
you might leave me one day
without bidding me adieu
In case that
you'd like to be a pink daisy
bashful in a vase
the focus of all eyes
even prettier than Rosemary
I'm much satisfied
with being a green leaf
beside you
to serve as a foil
to your sublime grace
seeing that
it's next to impossible
to steal the spotlight from you
When waking up
to a serene morning
I almost forgot
those chilly winds
along with the heavy winter rain
last night
while I was snuggling cozily
under the quilt
and thinking
the dead of winter
was eventually here to stay
In view of being
just a humble weed
I know
how to count my blessing
I regard myself as lucky
for I don't need to be
constantly
under the burden
of transforming myself
into the tallest tree
in the field
where I live
a simple and peaceful life
Let it be
and let me close the door
of this ancient poetry store
After the evening glow has gone
I wonder
whether songbirds still remember
how to sing their song
in tune
in a sky grey and dull
Let it go
and let the snow fall
I don't have anything beautiful
to show the world
Revised
You're not so gorgeous
as a rose
but I love you
none the less
While the whole world
is rushing for Mary or gold
I still prefer to stay with you
not because
you're never envious
but because
you're pristine
in essence
giving off a faint fragrance
on your own
in an obscure garden
having long been forgotten
by the world
On the journey
to the paradise on earth
I enjoy making a detour
and therefore
I've stepped onto many a secluded lane
One day when I woke up to see
most of my peers
had reached their comfort zone
and enjoyed an easy life
at home
whereas I was still stuck
in the middle of nowhere
I felt much puzzled
as to whether to blame
the annoying city hustle and bustle
or the flowers and the trees
in the wilderness
that had cast a spell on me
It's been freezing cold
for a couple of days
in the meantime
I kept praying for warmer days
until a moment ago
when I was having my breakfast
Immediately
it came to mind
since I could enjoy all types of food
be it sour or spicy
Why should I be so picky
about weather
From that second on
I wasn't waiting for sweet days
any longer
but appreciating bitter weather
at the moment
When the cold spell
is in full swing
I'm hiding in my shabby den
but this time
I'm neither yearning
for the summer time
nor missing the smiling flowers
in a sunny meadow
as I used to do
Instead
I'm quite enjoying
a long and satisfying hibernation
just as chipmunks do
in their burrow
and listening
to the intoxicating rhythm
of the winter rain
jingling on the glass canopy
Once you were young and fair
as the clear water
flowing in a valley stream
and I was strong and handsome
as a green mountain
I was deeply convinced
I was invincible as the rising sun
and the rosy glow
on your cheeks would never disappear
Now that
the water's getting cold
and the mountain white and old
Without a doubt
we've been playing a losing game
all our life
or fighting a losing battle
whatever you may call it
Little wonder
we were both crying at birth
I guess
we must have been reluctant
to come into existence in this world
Such being the case
we might just as well
start smiling
from now on
because we'll make our adieus
as soon as the unfair game's over
Although it's been raining
for almost a week
this worst ever cold spell
shows no sign of retreating
putting us to great inconvenience
yet I still remain radiant
believing
the coldness is reducing
the number of pests
and the rain's waking up Nature
from its deep slumber
It's been snowing
for a few days
in the mountain areas
in your place
I know
and thanks
for the inviting photo
you sent to me
in which
gentle snowflakes floating
gracefully
in the woods
look sublimely romantic
and poetic
as you are always
but I'd rather stay
in the city
for the tree lane can be
equally treacherous
and risky
when covered in snow
Given that
there're tons of delicacies
in the night market
near my place
it's a terrible ordeal
to skip dinner
especially
when I feel hungry
enough to eat a horse
when I'm not short for money
However
after I ponder
how an overloaded airplane
could take off smoothly
and land elegantly
I think twice before I dig in
Flowers are most enthralling
when they're blooming
yet they're spent
before you know it
To the best of my knowledge
we're no more perfect
than this world
The errors we made
on impulse
when young
have turned out to be
eternal tears of sorrow
Nonetheless
as long as we're still breathing
we have to let go
of our past frivolousness
and foolishness
We have to forgive ourselves
if you and I are longing to
turn over a new leaf
Once upon a time
I was a small mediocre shrub
never appreciative
of being insignificant
until one day
I saw a tall tree
colossal and magnificent
being pulled up by the roots
by a storm
Before a fierce cold front
is going to hit the land
the weather station
always warns in advance
so that
people have enough time
to take cover
in a warmer place
In contrast
it's so unfair of you
to storm me
every time
out of blind impulse
that I fall an easy victim
to your sentimentalism
I wrote a poem for you
haven't sent it though
still kept in a jar
beside a bunch of purple lavender
Though you're half a world away
yet are words the only way
to convey deep affection
if you're a soul mate of mine
Revised
Once upon a spring
you were a young poppy
enigmatic and outstanding
in a green field
and I an unsophisticated bee
dreamily
beguiled by your beauty
so naive
as to believe
there would be no winter
on earth
as long as we fell in love
with each other
and stuck together
Now where should I retrieve
my poppy love
in a snow covered field
There was once a nightingale
who often flew to my backyard
where there were lush green trees
and refreshing air
I liked her
but never disturbed her
when she was singing joyfully
and melodiously
One night
when I was alone
feeling lonely
she happened to be creating
exquisite sounds there
I couldn't help myself
and burst out
"I adore your enchanting voice
and your beauty
Please don't ever leave me"
The next morning
she was nowhere to be found
Where have you gone
Come back tonight, will you
Do you still remember
those most famous lines
you once wrote
"All great minds have been lonely
since ancient times
Only those who drink
will leave their good fame behind"
So stupid was I
that I couldn't grasp the true meaning
until now
until my hair all but turn grey
I'm not an expert at alcohol or wine
but on this lonely winter night
I'd like to invite you
enthusiastically and sincerely
to get head over heels drunk
fall asleep eternally
and wake up no longer
so that we might forget this sorrow
of the universe forever
Alcohol tastes bitter
but life seems even more bitter
That's why people are ready
to get intoxicated
when there're brandy or whisky
Roses are thorny
but why do I need you
like crazy
From time to time
as for me
being pricked is much better
than being lonely
I never knew
you could be the string
and I was the kite
that you securely tied to
Without you
I keep falling
falling from the sky
I'm not a prophet
how should I know
you could be the wing
Without you
I simply keep falling
like a bird with only one wing
falling from the sky
I never dreamed
that you were the sunshine
Now you're gone
raindrops simply keep falling
falling from the sky
like my teardrops
falling in the cold season
You've built a palace
to be more precise
a cobweb
in a field of poppies
You're more bewitching
to be honest
than all the young lasses
in red
Now that
I've responded to your
unmistakable invitation
and come
all the way
before your castle
only to meet
with a closed door
If you don't intend
to let me in
why bother growing
those inviting flowers
Not having seen you
for a long time
I'm missing you
and more the grassy creek
in front of your home
where we used to frolic
sing and swim
I wonder
whether it has been clogged
with fallen leaves
It's been ages
since the last time
I cleaned it up with a hoe
After many a day
of cold and wet weather
the sun's finally willing to appear
just one day
before Chinese Near Year
all the kids are more than happy
to come out to play
in the school yard
If you're a pretty bud
ready to be in full bloom
and in full swing
then you don't have to worry
it'll be a spring
without a butterfly or bee
Once upon a time
due to living in a dream
I often visioned
I could soar high
like an magnificent eagle
hovering in the sky
I could swim gracefully
like a white swan
floating in a pretty lake
Though it's not easy
to face the music
yet the fact is
that I'm ordinary
as a mediocre sparrow
Such being the case
let me be myself
and enjoy a simple life
by chitchatting
here today
and there tomorrow
After having waited
for ages and ages
for the dull gloomy days
of cold wind and wet weather
to pass away
I'm clearly aware
the spring is finally here to stay
Like running across the one
in the middle of nowhere
whom I've longed most to see
night and day
on the spur of the moment
I become speechless
Spring comes again today
as well as yesterday
Without exception
it'll be here tomorrow
with the warm sunshine
and the day
after tomorrow
It's a pity, though
our spring has long gone
along with the spent flower
of last year
Conceivably
unless in the next life
it'll no longer
have a chance to return
Since it's no use
reminiscing the past glory
of yesterday
at the end of the lane
we may as well take a rest
for a while
appreciating the serenity
of a forest
or praising the grandeur
of a mountain
In case
you'd like to know
the reason why
I've never walked up to you
and said I love you
It's not because
you're ordinary
but because
you're a most gorgeous rose
I have no choice
but to admire you
and keep you forever
at a long distance
for I'm afraid
I may fall heart and soul
in love with you
After all
I'm just a humble man
fond of a small cozy home
better than
a golden mansion
On the outside
it's been raining
off and on
for nearly a month
On the inside
I'm able to lie in the bed
hide in the quilt
and fantasize
about the coming
of warm sunny days
when we
friends from senior high and I
can go on a trip
back to our campus
When thirsty
we'll drink plain water
when hungry
we'll find
a homey noodle shop
order our noodles
along with
some side dishes
and let loose a big slurp
when time to dig in
Happiness is so easy
If you were caught
in an April shower
at the other side
of the mountain
while hurrying back home
on this spring afternoon
as I was
don't feel dismal
for before long
your life will be enriched
with many May flowers
You sent me a message
the other day
wondering why
I hadn't posted any poem
for a long time
Maybe
you're now experiencing
the joy of spring
while irises are blooming
like a rainbow carpet
in your valley
yet
on the street
outside my misty window
I only see
branches and leaves
shaking and shivering
in the rainy season
Unknowingly
the grass is greening the field
along the carefree river
but why haven't I
found any of your shadow
Mayflower
you know
I need to get away from it all
for a long while
from the life of a trifle
that I'm stuck in
to reminisce alone
about the good old days
that might've gone
far far away with your petals
How could I
convince myself
that spring is in the air
since the falling leaves
last autumn
seem to be lingering
by my window
hand in hand
with the cold rain
and the chilly wind
Perhaps
a lonely cloud
was born not to dance
but to be sentimental
and doomed
to spend life alone
while others
are intoxicated
by the delicate fragrance
of May flowers
All day
I've been racking my brain
trying to remember
what I was doing this time
last year
but in vain
On second thought
Why bother
The trees are still green
the birds still chirping
and the breeze still young
as last year
The only difference
is the gray hair~~
it's simply growing
relentlessly and eternally
on me
so what's the use
of reminiscence
If it adds up to more agony
I'd rather choose
to be oblivious
of this dreamy journey
I never thought
you'd have a gloomy morning
in late spring
or in early summer
if the latter
sounds more melodious
to your ears
and in no time
you're wailing
like a crying baby
However
the moment
your tears run dry
you'll surely be endowed
with numerous May flowers
in the meadow
under a blue sky
with clouds drifting by
while I'll be still cowering
in a dark corner
like a ragged scarecrow
forsaken by its maker
I emphatize with this poem because here it is a gloomy rainy day in late Autumn.
However I donīt recomend "wailing like a crying baby". It makes everything much worse.
Cheers!
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Originally Posted by angliholic