I know Forrmosa only from one or two films I saw about it.
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I know Forrmosa only from one or two films I saw about it.
Formosa is a heavenly island which I take great pride in and love more and more. By the way, isn't your mother tongue Spanish? How come your English is so terrific?
The following is a link about Taiwan.
https://www.google.com.tw/search?biw...fRgOeQeMqjKeM:
Seeing
how graceful and flexible the weeping willow is
when swaying with the wind,
I start melting
and feeling tired of being obstinate
as a rock all my life.
I enjoyed this poem about flexibility!
Thanks for the link, angliholic. My mother tongue is German, but in Brazil we speak Portuguese, though we are surrounded by Spanish speaking neighbours.
Here is a general link about Brazil:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brazil
As for my English, I still have a lot of dificulties, specially with written English.
Litneting has helped me to become more fluent.
But you have a very good command of the language. Poetry demands a very sophisticated command of language. Where did you learn English?
Hahaha ,,, thanks, Danik, for the kind praise which made my day. I learned English first in school simply for the purpose of getting good grades. Later, as soon as we have access to the internet, I learn it from the internet and the English forums. It's really ridiculous we're good at grammar and reading but bad at speaking and listening. By the way, what does Danik mean in German?
I feel remorse
after summer days of fire and fury
have scared numerous people away
from my roselle orchard,
which is now bearing well.
Maybe
if, in time,
I turn myself into a cool autumn breeze,
they'll come back sooner than later.
Better still,
if, in the first place.
I could've run my life well,
I'd be happy now
without those regrettable days.
On second thought,
had it not been for those days,
I wonder
whether or not I'd really appreciate
those sweet hard-won fruits.
I think poems are also fruits of labor.
How well put, I love this little poem!Quote:
Seeing
how graceful and flexible the weeping willow is
when swaying with the wind,
I start melting
and feeling tired of being obstinate
as a rock all my life.
Again and again,
I've kept waking up to a feeling
of déjà vu,
so peaceful, calm, serene and relaxing
that I can't help thinking of you.
Like a long lost childhood sweetheart,
you've eventually
come back to stay with me.
Notwithstanding,
is it fair
that you've remained ethereal
since time immemorial
while my unkempt hair
is getting grayer than the winter sky?
I loved this ending. So well put. :)Quote:
is it fair
that you've remained ethereal
since time immemorial
while my unkempt hair
is getting grayer than the winter sky?
Always love your poetry.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
My kind friends,
You'll never know
how ecstatic I feel
whenever I read
your encouraging comments on my writings!
"Your poems read beautifully in English,"
"Continue to enjoy the charm found in your atmospheric poetry,"
"Always love your poetry," and so on.
Your most uplifting words have inspired me
to pen more verses,
hopefully, to entertain a bit
both your mind and your soul.
Since all the flowers have gone with the summer wind;
in addition,
my muse is still on cloud nine,
I'm afraid
I'm no longer capable of crafting
anything enthralling tonight.
Nonetheless,
if you're willing to open your heart
as well as your window,
there're still cool autumn breezes to relish
before sleeping tight.
I could've been dandy
and charming
as an adorable butterfly
had it not been for the fact that
I was grumpy
and irritating
as a disgusting mosquito.
That said,
how should I know autumn
is more pleasing and cooler
than summer
if I hadn't fallen a victim
to the havoc
of the sweltering heat wave
in the past.
Yes, how very true. When the suffering in life is replaced with joy, the joy is experienced far greater in the comparison.Quote:
how should I know autumn
is more pleasing and cooler
than summer
if I hadn't fallen a victim
to the havoc
of the sweltering heat wave
in the past.
Either I'm autistic
or my brain is impaired
to such a great extent
that it takes me almost half a century
to comprehend that
wild flowers are as good as gardens in the air,
not to be loved or fascinated with,
but to be admired from a distance.
Seeing that
they're more bewitching and inviting,
I have to keep reminding myself that
my ultimate happiness
consists in the humble flower
at home.
Oh my, such wisdom indeed. :)Quote:
I have to keep reminding myself that
my ultimate happiness
consists in the humble flower
at home.
When did I start falling
in love with autumn?
I myself can't find the answer;
however,
whenever I notice street trees dancing
and swaying serenely and tastefully
in the cool autumn breeze
I have a feeling
that I must be either in heaven
or daydreaming.
I saw those trees dancing; very well put.
Lovely last two lines, too. :)
The day when
a caterpillar is enlightened and
stop ruining the beauty of a flower
is the day when
it starts transforming itself into
an admirable butterfly.
Once upon a time,
I presumed that to be strong
as a violent cyclone was everything.
Seeing that I was too adamant
to sway even myself,
now I'd rather be as soft
as an autumn breeze,
the amazing grace
that lets all the trees
lower their leaves
in a natural and willing manner.
You captured your thought well in this poem. I felt the power in the start and then the softness at the end. And I liked that. :)
Only a few days ago
it suddenly turned cool,
and how silly of me to think~~
it'd become warm again
sooner than later.
Now that it's getting colder,
it, at last, dawns on me~~
it's senseless
to miss the warm sunshine
just as it's fruitless
to long for the rainbow
after mid autumn
or to crave for her sunny smile
when she's gone and
the winter's around the corner.
It's Been Ages
It's been ages since I
bathed myself in the soothing nature;
It's been ages since I
penned words praising the beautiful pasture;
It's been ages since I
slipped and ended up in the glacier.