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Nedelea Emanuel

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"Life's a wheel of fortune and it's my chance to spin it."Tupac Amaru Shakur

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Radu Contes

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The beginning of my childhood was profoundly marked by one of my grandfather’s passions – literature. For him reading, living, the writings of so many did not seem to be enough, so he began writing his own stories that still echo in my memory and in my heart. I remember that one day I went to him and asked “What are you writing about?”. Looking at me for only a second and returning his eyes at the ink stained notebook he answered: “My life”. Regretful, I confess that that was the last dialogue we had. After that I began reading, reading everything he was writing. Two years after his death, I had met someone who changed everything. I stopped reading and began writing myself. It was such a new feeling. It seemed to be never ending. It still feels. Since the first time, you may think I am exaggerating, but it really was the first time I saw her when I felt this sudden urge of writing. Words like “Thank you” seem meaningless compared to the things that you have done for me.

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Mircea BraslasuMB

Mircea Braslasu

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Dedicate these lyrics memory my son Valentin Catalin Brăslașu, the writing about his life from birth (28-10-1981) until death (08-07-2000), but after his death. This describes both his life and my life, but more strongly to the shock of finding veștii that my son died in a tragic car accident at age 18 years 8 months and 10 days shock from which I left with sequelae , traumatized throughout their lives. I am Brăslașu Mircea, born com.Sângeru, jud.Prahova. In 1979, on December 31, I married, from this marriage two children resulted: Valentin-Catalin-Adrian and Gabriel. In 1993 after 14 years of marriage I broke the exclusive fault of the former spouses. In the divorce we have been entrusted to educate and increase a child so-Catalin Valentin (it was 12 years) was heard by the court expressing its desire to remain with me, the fact that the account, and Gabriel (he had 6 years) was given his mother. After he finished vocational school (1999), Catalin's exam at the evening high school,...

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Ioan TițianIT

Ioan Tițian

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Prenume: Ioan Nume: Tițian email: maa_eendo@yahoo.com Photo: by Me ... 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 4 Or Love in a golden bowl? (by W. Blake) ... I ne'er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet. Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked what could I ail My life and all seemed turned to clay. And then my blood rushed to my face And took my eyesight quite away. The trees and bushes round the place Seemed midnight at noonday. I could not see a single thing, Words from my eyes did start. They spoke as chords do from the string, And blood burnt round my heart. Are flowers the winter's choice Is love's bed always snow She seemed to hear my silent voice Not love appeals to know. I never saw so sweet a face As that I stood before. My heart has left its dwelling place And can...

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Yosano AkikoYA

Yosano Akiko

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Akiko Yosano, 7 December 1878 - 29 May 1942) was the pen-name of a Japanese author, poet, pioneering feminist, pacifist, and social reformer, active in late Meiji period, Taishō period and early Showa period Japan. Her real name was Yosano Shiyo. She is one of the most famous, and most controversial, post-classical woman poets of Japan. Yosano was born the daughter of a rich merchant in Sakai, Osaka. From early childhood, she was fond of reading literary works while she helped her family business. When she was a high school student, she began to subscribe to the poetry magazine Myōjō (Bright Star), and she became one of its most important contributors. Myōjō’s editor, Yosano Tekkan, taught her tanka poetry and sometimes visited her in Sakai. Although Tekkan was married, the two authors fell in love and started a new life together in the suburb of Tokyo. Tekkan eventually divorced his wife and married Akiko in 1901. In 1901, Yosano brought out her first volume...

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Igor Ursenco

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CURRICULUM VITAE(Epekeina tes ousias: "beyond the being" Plato)) It's my thirst which concedes that there is water... Irrigated, my soul awakes forth: I'm surviving my nigts,for I taper this body worth... I exceed all my fates.I should figth her wasted battles, anxious to allot penitences of Eva & wagger fleengs of Loth... Who I am? Could she know? Yet I master her thougts - trespassing my bounds - remote... May I be her breath, confined by - rather - things she sais me not..?

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Mantra Shirokuro

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I'm just my ego's coma... my heart's deep poison It's just a waiste of time Waiting for your love poem..

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T.S. Eliot

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Thomas Stearns Eliot, OM (26 September 1888–4 January 1965), was a poet, playwright and literary critic. He received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948. Among his most famous writings are the poems The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Waste Land, The Hollow Men, Ash Wednesday and Four Quartets; the plays Murder in the Cathedral and The Cocktail Party; and the essay "Tradition and the Individual Talent". Eliot was born in the United States, moved to the United Kingdom in 1914 (at age 25), and became a British subject in 1927 at the age of 39. Of his nationality and its role in his work, Eliot said: "[My poetry] wouldn't be what it is if I'd been born in England, and it wouldn't be what it is if I'd stayed in America. It's a combination of things. But in its sources, in its emotional springs, it comes from America."

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Cristina Toropu

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I was born in Tg-Jiu ( the beatiful place where people might admire Brancusi's monumental masterpieces), Romania. After getting my Master's degree in Mathematics from University of Bucharest and working for four years as Junior Assistant Professor in Romanian-American University, Bucharest, I decided to leave my country in order to study some more Mathematics. After spending two years in Montreal, Canada, I moved to USA where I am currently doing my Ph.D in Mathematics. Writing poems helps me convey ideas and feelings to other people. It happend that two short poems of mine, translated in French, got published in " North Texas World Literatures Review" Vol. 2, ETC... , run by the Foreign Language Department of UNT, Denton, TX, USA.

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dan marius

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"Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears Im well known in story, famous in song The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth Leave me long to crawl back to the womb Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast So I'll take to the hills to live savage and free I don't need nobody, nobody needs me I don't need nobody, nobody needs me" http://www.obliothedagger.blogspot.com/

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It's my life

de Florentin Cristian

Extremele se atrag Asemănătoarele se iubesc Eu rămân extrem de asemănător Când stau numai în cursă Poanta ivită e interzisă La extreme atrăgătoare Dar asemănătoare Cântec frumos are părul Extrem ca o...

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My Soul

de Bogdan Ploiesteanu

The empty space between those lines Was the guilt of my life. End in terror and in pain, Search the answers through the rain. Watch those circles melting on, See the Devil on that throne, Rise my...

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Cuvinte, mots, parole, words

de Daniel Aurelian Rădulescu

Nu mă uita; Beside you Je t'attends, Ti amo, amore mio Stai sempre mio dio, Je t'aime eternement... My love it's true! De vrei, voi fi a ta. Nimic nu-s fără tine; You are my mind, T'es chaque instant...

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declaratzie cool

de Ovidiu Vasile

Declharatzie cOol… Dragha mea de cOol shi marfhă Eshti dă best shi eshti de vis Viatza un e tru’ cu tenne Honey, miere…phropholis ! Tuh, my darlingh, chu ochi negrii, Yo, dă lover desperad, Îți...

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dialog. monolog.

de Macovei Costel

ia-ți jucăriile și du-te-n camera ta gata cu jocul de-a Dumnezeu lumea a obosit. nu mai vrea să-i porți de grijă (luasem o halcă de iubire și tăiam felii subțiri și lumea curioasă se-înghesuia să...

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Hic et nunc King Mercury alive

de Dragoș Vișan

Hic et nunc King Mercury alive Ascultând din Queen soarele inundă ora 20, 21 și 25, nu tot ora, ci seara de iunie aprinsă de-un mag zoroastrian prin perdea de se pare c-aud Tora spunându-mi: “Tolle,...

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Dark Forest

de Alexandra Cristina Puscasu

Dark Forest my steps fall through the darkest forest I run and try to leave it all behind But I\'m tripped up with every mve I make I seek a light to feed my way But no,... It\'s all in vain- the...

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Your gift

de Alin

Your gift for me was life I have opened my gift with a knife This is a gift I cannot take This is a gift wich I cannot use Your gift to me was a mistake This is a gift I must refuse And yet why have...

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I Lost My Nights

de bayar

I lost my nights with trembling thoughts Around the spirit of growing hope I lost my nights with senseless love All for nothing: nothing from all… I urged myself to bluer skies Like in a fantasy...

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November

de Ovidiu Tarau

It\'s raining in the streets...and in my head, And nobody could stop the falling rain... I can\'t fight anymore with all this pain... I cannot even think - my thoughts are dead - But where in this...

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