Poems - Poem Hunter
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Poems - Poem Hunter
Poetry Series adnan zahedi - poems - Publication Date: October 2010 Publisher: PoemHunter.Com - The World's Poetry Archive Poems are the property of their respective owners. This e-book was created by adnan zahedi on www.poemhunter.com. For the procedures of publishing, duplicating, distributing and listing of the poems published on PoemHunter.Com in any other media, US copyright laws, international copyright agreements and other relevant legislation are applicable. Such procedures may require the permission of the individuals holding the legal publishing rights of the poems. 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 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 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. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 adnan zahedi www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4 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 adnan zahedi www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 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 adnan zahedi www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 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 adnan zahedi www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 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. adnan zahedi www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 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 adnan zahedi www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 9 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... Listen Read phoneticallyDictionary - View detailed dictionary adnan zahedi www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 10 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 adnan zahedi www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 11 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 www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 12 '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 adnan zahedi www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 13 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! adnan zahedi www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 14 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! adnan zahedi www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 15