Poems - Poem Hunter

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Poems - Poem Hunter
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adnan zahedi
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adnan zahedi (1991/12/10)
i'm leaning english but i'm not realy good in it but i'm trying to improve it by
makeing poems
i'm 17 and i'm break dancer...huh...i know u may not belive...poem and
break dance huh?
but i have heart too! ! ! XD
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A Loving Teacher
A Loving Teacher
Things our grown-up mind defies
Appear as giants in children's eyes.
A gentle touch upon her head
A simple word when kindly said.
Complete attention when she calls.
Her knowing you have given all.
Correcting in a loving way.
Instilling trust in what you say.
Making her believe unique
The tiny flaw upon her cheek.
Admiring old and faded dresses.
Reminding her we all make messes.
Words of comfort you've softly spoken
A promise you've made she knows won't be broken.
Your knowing her doll that was lost today
Is just as important as bills you can't pay.
Helping make her plans and schemes
Giving her hope and building her dreams.
All of this and so much more
Is in her mind forever stored.
They who touch her life awhile
Can either make or break that child.
Education is important, true,
But so much more, her faith in you.
You've weathered through the storm and strife;
You helped to build a small girl's life.
You're truly one to be admired.
For you gave more than was required.
- Pat McClain
Why I Went To The Foot
Why I went to the foot?
Was ever a maiden so worried?
I’ll admit I am partial to Jim,
For Jimmie has promised to wed me
When I’m old enough to wed him.
But then I love teacher, too, dearly,
She’s always so lovely to me,
And she’s pretty and kind and sweet-tempered,
And gentle as gentle can be.
I wouldn’t for worlds hurt Jim’s feelings,
For he never would like me again—
But there was my dearest, sweet teacher,
And I’d die if my words gave her pain.
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Chiaro e semplice
Quando ho camminato attraverso la porta
di un negozio di moda di fantasia.
Tutto intorno era fronzoli.
Chi potrebbe chiedere di più?
Ma tutto visto che non era per me.
E 'stato troppo di fantasia per i miei occhi.
Così, quando ho provato uno su misura per
Ho visto subito
che fantasia pizzo e seta e raso
non sono mai stati il mio stile.
E ancora solo la vista che ho visto nel bicchiere
per quella ridotta, mentre
mi contento di conoscere me stesso
e che non sarei mai.
Semplice, comodo e pratico
sono stati i vestiti per me.
Quando ho camminato attraverso la porta
di quel negozio di moda fantasia
Sono andato in perché avevo bisogno di un lavoro
e vide un cartello sulla porta
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everything is kiling me....
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at the top they are telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
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Help Me GOD
now i dont want to die because there is something that i can trust to live, and it's my
life, next day won't be a next day, next day is a diffrent day, because there isn't
enuogh time to think about it and i'll be DIE
SO... i don't life my life...
because there is a knife in my life, it has a painfull edge,
it hold me in a dark cage, it damged my life,
i won't think about suicide, because they won't think that who died?
but there is a light in other side...i didn't know it's from god....
i thought it's a new guide.. but how can i trust? but i wana know.
can u show me? i wana know..i can unsderstand indeed!
can u talk about it?
i'm ready because my mind is without weed i'm in alot of need
...i'm 17 but my mind is old..i feel my body is too cold...my head is the only think that i
can hold
aaah god this can be the last sentences that i told...
HELP ME GOD I'M IN A DARK HOLE
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la verità
Si dice che la libertà di parola, ma quando si parla la tua mente si ottiene nei guai.
Quando sono i nostri soldati tornano a casa.
In che modo le nostre vite cadere nelle mani dei giudici, ma nella Bibbia si dice che
solo Dio può giudicare.
Noi viviamo ancora in una generazione dove i ricchi sono sempre più ricchi ei poveri è
sempre più poveri.
Invece di essere un modello positivo per i ragazzi intorno a noi ci stanno uccidendo e la
vendita di farmaci in un ambiente che li circonda.
Preferiamo fare i nostri soldi in modo facile, invece di lavorare sodo e guadagnare così
il modo onesto.
La verità è che questi sono tutti i problemi che ci circondano oggi e in ordine per
qualsiasi di esso per cambiare si comincia con noi.
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one.... You see, it's up to you
One song can spark a moment
One flower can wake the dream
One tree can start a forest
One bird can herald spring
One smile begins a friendship
One handclasp lifts a soul
One star can guide a ship at sea
One word can the goal
One vote can change a nation
One sunbeam lights a room
One candle wipes out darkness
One laugh will conquer gloom
One hope will raise our spirits
One touch can show you care
One voice can speak with wisdom
One heart can know what's true
One life can make a difference
You see, it's up to you
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solo solo
Appena sei nato ti fanno sentire piccolo
Dando il tempo al posto di tutto
Finché il dolore è così grande si sente niente
Un eroe della classe operaia è qualcosa da
Un eroe della classe operaia è qualcosa da
Ti hanno fatto male a casa e in cui ti colpiscono a scuola
Ti odiano se sei intelligente e disprezzano uno stupido
Finché sei così fottutamente pazzo che non possono seguire le loro regole
Un eroe della classe operaia è qualcosa da
Un eroe della classe operaia è qualcosa da
Quando hanno torturato e terrorizzato per 20 anni dispari
Poi si aspettano che tu scelga una carriera
Quando non puoi veramente funzionare sei così pieno di paura
Un eroe della classe operaia è qualcosa da
Un eroe della classe operaia è qualcosa da
Ti tengono drogato con religione e sesso e TV
E tu pensi che sei così intelligente e senza classi e senza
Ma sei ancora fottutamente contadini, per quanto posso vedere
Un eroe della classe operaia è qualcosa da
Un eroe della classe operaia è qualcosa da
C'è spazio in cima vi dicono ancora
Ma prima devi imparare a sorridere mentre uccidete
Se vuoi essere come la gente sulla collina
Un eroe della classe operaia è qualcosa da
Un eroe della classe operaia è qualcosa da
Se vuoi essere un eroe anche semplicemente mi segua
Se vuoi essere un eroe anche semplicemente mi segua...
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stelle [by Denise Bekker ] translated to Italian by adnan [me]
Armonia di stelle, che fanno cantare.
Twinkling bellezze del regno.
Sparkling Diamonds cosmica,
creazioni scintillante diadema.
Detenuti dal cordone celeste.
canzone Creations, glorifica la fede.
Illuminandosi più buio del cielo.
bellezze sparse, soffiato dalla mano di Dio.
Varia forma e dimensione, più grande al piccolo,
tutti hanno una melodia angelica.
Stelle del cielo, così divina,
lucente gemme maestosa, del cielo notturno.
Cantano una canzone di unità,
parte del tesoro di Dio rivelato.
Shekinah gloria, display cangiante.
Heavenly bellezze, a noi fare win
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teacher
why God created teachers
Author unknown
When God created teachers,
He gave us special friends
To help us understand His world
And truly comprehend
The beauty and the wonder
Of everything we see,
And become a better person
With each discovery.
When God created teachers,
He gave us special guides
To show us ways in which to grow
So we can all decide
How to live and how to do
What's right instead of wrong,
To lead us so that we can lead
And learn how to be strong.
Why God created teachers,
In His wisdom and His grace,
Was to help us learn to make our world
A better, wiser place.
Whose Child Is This?
Author Unknown
'Whose child is this? ' I asked one day
Seeing a little one out at play
'Mine', said the parent with a tender smile
'Mine to keep a little while
To bathe his hands and comb his hair
To tell him what he is to wear
To prepare him that he may always be good
And each day do the things he should'
'Whose child is this? ' I asked again
As the door opened and someone came in
'Mine', said the teacher with the same tender smile
'Mine, to keep just for a little while
To teach him how to be gentle and kind
To train and direct his dear little mind
To help him live by every rule
And get the best he can from school'
'Whose child is this? ' I ask once more
Just as the little one entered the door
'Ours' said the parent and the teacher as they smiled
And each took the hand of the little child
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'Ours to love and train together
Ours this blessed task forever.'
God Made Teachers
Author Unknown
God understood our thirst for
knowledge, and our need to be led
by someone wiser;
He needed a heart of compassion,
of encouragement, and patience;
Someone who would accept
the challenge regardless of the
opposition;
Someone who could see potential
and believe in the best in others...
So He made Teachers
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teacher.
T is for talented that you surely are
E is for explaining so patiently
A is for the ability to make the class fun
C is for correcting us when we were wrong
H is for helping us in every way
E is for encouraging us to do our best
R is for rare, there is only one of you!
So thank you special teacher; we think you're great too!
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why i felt in love....
Let your voice once more appease my tormented mind as these final breaths I take
For death is all there is left to embrace
The image of your hand in that of another is all I am left to suffer death is longed
For, lord not to live to bear this truth
I am happy in you, u in me
Together we will defeat all sorrow
The pain of my ill fared life bear l, with it well acquainted am I your words do my
wounds, loneliness, a bitter nightmare.o, loved one, my heart is lost in your absence
o, loved one.
If only we were never separated from each other, you & me
Together we`d stand against all sorrow you & me
Our hopeful hearts would outrage grief, forcing it to flee in brief
How do you expect me to clam down? !
Anxious and restless, another sleepless night! , awake I lie till dawn, in throes of
anxiety over you, the clock hanf, my only companion, Ticks agonizingly away the hour,
WHAT FEELING IS THIS? , ''betrayal'', come the reply!
My only girlfriend the''lover`s stone of patience''.help me embrace my loneliness. No
one sees my sea of agony nor.how my world is crashing around me! majnoun am I,
bereft of all leiles.forced into suffering much from so many! ! youth is lost to this
raging hear! ! ! age falls in me in her destructive midht.lonely, without the ''lover`s
stone of patience''.heartledd home, cold and blessend by gloom.no star rises to adorn
my night, onhope, no solution I sight.no friendly face to greet me, no gracionus
companion to fill my lonely doom! ! , you be the rock of pain, bear it and become a
man!
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