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موضوع: poems

  1. #31
    2007/07/19
    تهران
    1,355
    125

    پاسخ : poems

    poem : IN THE AIR TONIGHT
    singer : phil collins
    I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
    And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
    Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord

    Well if you told me you were drowning, I would not lend a hand
    I've seen your face before my friend, but I don't know if you know who I am
    Well I was there and I saw what you did, I saw it with my own two eyes
    So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been
    It's all been a pack of lies

    And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
    Well I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
    I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
    Well I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord, oh Lord

    Well I remember, I remember, don't worry, how could I ever forget
    It's the first time, the last time we ever met
    But I know the reason why you keep your silence UP, oh no you don't fool me
    Well the hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows
    It's no stranger to you and me

    I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
    Well I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
    I can feel it in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh lord
    Well I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
    I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
    And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
    I can feel it in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
    Well I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh lord, oh lord

    I can feel it in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
    And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
    And I can feel it in the air tonight, Oh Lord...
    I've been waiting for this moment, all my life, Oh Lord, Oh Lord
  2. #32
    2008/09/28
    346
    0

    پاسخ : poems

    If there be nothing new, but that which is
    Hath been before, how are our brains beguiled,
    Which, labouring for invention bear amis
    The second burthen of a former child!
    O, that record could with a backward look,
    Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
    Show me your image in some antique book,
    Since mind at first in character was done.
    That I might see what the old world could say
    To this composèd wonder of your frame;
    Whether we are mended, or whe'er better they,
    Or whether revolution be the same.
    O, sure I am the wits of former days
    To subjects worse have given admiring praise.

    William Shakespeare

    مهمان عزیز شما حق دیدن لینک ها را ندارید

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  3. #33
    2008/09/28
    346
    0

    پاسخ : poems

    The Angel

    I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
    And that I was a maiden Queen
    Guarded by an Angel mild:
    Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

    And I wept both night and day,
    And he wiped my tears away;
    And I wept both day and night,
    And hid from him my heart's delight.

    So he took his wings, and fled;
    Then the morn blushed rosy red.
    I dried my tears, and armed my fears
    With ten-thousand shields and spears.

    Soon my Angel came again;
    I was armed, he came in vain;
    For the time of youth was fled,
    And grey hairs were on my head.

    William Blake

    مهمان عزیز شما حق دیدن لینک ها را ندارید

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  4. #34
    2008/09/28
    346
    0

    پاسخ : poems

    freedom
    A bird can not change the cage
    not the cloudy imagination of its blue ceiling
    not the dusty thoughts of its grayish floor
    and not the ironic temptations of its green bars.

    When no way is to be released
    and outside, are other greater prisons
    and a free flight is not conceivable
    and every soul has its own cage(s),
    The poor innocent ever-caged bird
    only can do one little task:
    Smashing all drowsy walls
    Changing the world that happens in its mind.
    And uniting with the eternal decreed cage.

    Life is a cage,
    and the bird can love and enjoy it,
    So as the death.

    The bird can not change a cage
    but can imprison it in its heart
    .
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    مهمان عزیز شما حق دیدن لینک ها را ندارید

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  5. #35
    2008/09/28
    346
    0

    پاسخ : poems

    The Rag Doll to the Heedless Child "



    I love you

    With may linen heart



    You cannot

    Knoww how these



    rigid, lumpy arms

    shudder in your grasp



    Or what

    tears dam up against



    These blue eye-smudges at

    your capriciousness



    At night I watch you sleep

    you'll never know



    howw I trust my face

    into the stream



    of your warm breath

    and how



    love-words choke me behind

    this sewn-up mouth





    David Harsent

    مهمان عزیز شما حق دیدن لینک ها را ندارید

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  6. #36
    2008/09/28
    346
    0

    پاسخ : poems

    ALONE



    From childhood’s hour I have not been

    As others were; I have not seen

    As others saw; I could not bring

    My passions from a common spring.



    From the same source I have not taken

    My sorrow; I could not awaken

    My heart to joy at the same tone;

    And all I loved, I loved alone.



    Then- in my childhood, in the dawn

    Of a most stormy life- was drawn

    From every depth of good and ill

    The mystery which binds me still:





    From the torrent, or the fountain,

    From the red cliff of the mountain,

    From the sun that round me rolled

    In its autumn tint of gold,



    From the lightning in the sky

    As it passed me flying by,

    From the thunder and the storm,

    And the cloud that took the form

    (When the rest of Heaven was blue)

    Of a demon in my view
    .

    مهمان عزیز شما حق دیدن لینک ها را ندارید

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  7. #37
    2008/09/28
    346
    0

    پاسخ : poems

    DIVINE IMAGE



    To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love

    All pray in their distress;

    And to these virtues of delight

    Return their thankfulness.

    For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love

    Is God, our father dear,

    And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love

    Is Man, his child and care.

    For Mercy has a human heart,

    Pity a human face,

    And Love, the human form divine,

    And Peace, the human dress.

    Then every man, of every clime

    That prays in his distress,

    Prays to the human form divine,

    Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace. -

    And all must love the human form,

    In heathen, turk, or jew;

    Where Mercy, Love & Pity dwell

    There God is dwelling too
    .

    مهمان عزیز شما حق دیدن لینک ها را ندارید

    عضویت

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