Ich schreibe Gedichte auf englisch.

[blackfarah]

Moonlight

Oh, can you see the moon, my dear?
It's shining bright; round like a bowl.
Was that the shouting of an owl,
or giving reason for a fear?

I'm watching you, your eyes turned black.
By looking at you at close range...
there's something wild and kind of strange!
I am afraid, so, please turn back!

Your teeth are growing, just like fangs!
I'm scared, oh, don't you frighten me!
Please turn to what you used to be!
And what from are those dreadful tangs?

Your hands, like paws, they're grabbing me!
You look so scathing, let me leave!
I am not a slice of beef!
Now it's too late - the beast is free!

I'm bitten, now I'm just like you!
Longing for blood once in four weeks
and ready now for all those cheeks!
Now I'm a werewolf, split in two!

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Darkness

The creature doesn't like the sun,
hiding in darkness all day long.
But when you hear nightingales song -
right after dusk - chase has begun!

Invisible - hidden - waiting for you
to catch you when you come around -
in silence - not giving a sound -
he'll get you and nightmares come true.

You're struggling, screaming but no one can hear!
Your fighting is making no sense
and very soon there's less defense.
You're petrified by a feeling of fear!

The creature grabs you from behind.
You feel hot breath close to your neck.
You cannot see - ev'rything's black.
There's nothing similar you remind.

Hands are touching sweaty skin,
some kind of passion fills your mind.
Lips looking for a mouth to find,
you start enjoying - genuine!

Fear felt into oblivion,
you are devoted - you are his.
Secretly waited just for this.
His servant till the rise of sun.

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If...

If I had a flower for every word I want to say to you,
there wouldn't be enough space for trees on this earth.
But I don't have a flower.

If I had a grain of sand for every thought I spend on you,
a desert would be between you and me.
But I don't have a grain of sand.

If I would do a single step for every moment of yearning for you,
I would have rounded the earth several times.
But I can't do a single step.

If each of my tears was a diamond,
I were the richest woman of all.
But I don't have anymore tears.

If I could put my emotions in words,
they would fill the largest library in the whole world.
But I don't have words.

If my dreams would come true...

But I don't dare to dream.


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Hope

With every single day of my life I lose more strength.
It's getting harder and harder to keep on breathing.
Every step is more difficult to do.
My weak heart is beating lower every day.

The days become darker and darker for me.
The people around me are getting colder and colder.
I feel more lonely - every hour, every minute.
I want to lay down and rest forever.

What is it that makes me carry on?
What is it that wipes my tears away?
What is it that whispers those words in my ears?
Those sweet words that are fulfilling me with warmth!

Just hope.


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Not Worth

They told me nothing but lies.
They told me fairy tales.
Hidden secrets which concerned me.
Am I not worth the truth?

He treated me bad.
Treated me like a slut.
Now he tells me he loved me.
Was I not worth to be treated better?

They told me they loved me.
They knew I loved them, too.
They let me fall like a stinking fish.
Am I not worth any love?


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Goddess

Why do you call me goddess?
Why do you tell me those things?
Why do you lift me on a platform?
Why do you confer me wings?

I don't feel comfortable with it.
'cause I am not better than you.
I am ashamed, feeling lonely.
And it makes me feel so blue.

No goddess inside my heart.
No goddess inside of me.
Please call me Farah or Black,
and I will be glad to be.

I am no goddess,
never been more than just me.
I am no goddess,
that is what I never will be!


Some people always tell me that I look like a goddess, that I act like a goddess.
I never wanted that! And this is my way to tell them.

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Soulmate

Still sorry for what I have done.
Still missing a friend like you.
Still missing the talks we had.
Still missing the fights side by side.

Still thinking of you as a lost friend.
Still feeling sadness and pain.
Still wanting to look into your eyes.
Still desparate - lonely - ashamed.

Still hoping for forgiveness.
Still needing you as a friend.
Still waiting for your message.
Still wanting to fight at your side.

I don't need more than your friendship.
I don't need anything else.
I don't want to bring you in trouble again.
I wish I had back my soulmate.


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Broken

A broken heart,
a broken soul,
life taught me suffering.

Some broken dreams,
some broken hopes,
another broken wing.

All the strength has gone away,
weakness rules my lonely life.
Every hour every day
just given up to strife.

I broke some hearts,
I broke some dreams,
but never meant to hurt.

I healed some souls,
I healed some hopes,
I had to be alert.

They all made use of me.
But now I'm weak - so weak.
Down on my broken knee.
This life is horrible and bleak.

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The girl (A ballad)

There was a man I knew him well.
He was so popular and nice.
But behind the bedroom door
he created sacrifice.

The little girl who called him dad,
she had no doubt to trust him.
She went into his warm big bed
and her world got out of trim.

He caused her pains and hurt her
and told her not to cry.
He satisfied his greediness
and made her shy - so shy.

So he did every day
when mummy wasn't there.
His girl had to obey
but couldn't longer bear.

One day she took a gun
and shot her father down.
So she got satisfaction
and went to dance in town.

Several hours later
she went back home again.
But many angry neighbours
welcomed her in the rain.

The neighbours went nearer and nearer
the girl didn't know what to do.
Suddenly hit by a bullet she died.
And forever her name was taboo.

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Same Old Dream

Torn into pieces.
Broken hearted.
Never want to breathe again.

And always that same old dream.

Knife in my stomach.
Arrow in my head.
The pain just feels so real.

And always that same old dream.

Emotions neglected.
Power utilized.
No strength in me anymore.

And always that same old dream.

Awaking at midnight.
Unbearable pain.
Wishing to sleep forever.

It's always that same old dream.

I am not wanted.
Not me - not my love.
Taking the pills I've collected.

And stopping that stupid old dream.


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It Sucks

Life sucks!
It's not fair!
Why do only the lucky ones always have luck?
Why can't this be someone who is sad?

The man next door had a great life.
His wife is beautiful and loving.
His job has never been in danger.
He turned 68 last saturday.
His four children and his 6 grandchildren,
they all came to sing his birthday-song.
That same evening he won the lotterie!
What a lucky man!

Love sucks!
It's not fair!
Why do only the lucky ones always get love?
Why can't this be someone who is lonely?

The woman across the street married today.
She is young at age and beautiful looking.
She was loved by her parents and popular at school.
Her husband is a wonderful man and so handsome.
Both are having a good payed job.
Their wedding-gift has been a new house.
And I am sure she will be pregnant soon.
What a lucky woman!

And here am I.
Never had money and never had luck.
My first husband died by a suicide.
My second always left me alone.
My parents hated me and still do.
So where is the love I need to hang on?
I can't force it to come.

So life sucks!
And love sucks!

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Not guilty

So many fingers pointing at me
so many reproachful eyes.
I hear the whispers everywhere,
they all heard the advice.

The judge looks very stern.
And he looks straight into my face.
I have got no defender
feel like I am out of space.

So many questions here and there
I can't answer only one.
The anger increases every minute,
oh, Lord what have I done?

I know that he is dead
but it wasn't me!
He killed himself, I swear!
Oh, please set me free!

I'm pregnant with his baby.
It will be the third.
I needed him so badly
never meant to hurt.

We argued lately, that is true
and I left the room
And as I turned back later
I saw the cloud of doom.

I saw the knife he held so close
he shoved it straight into his breast.
I ran as fast as possible
and tried to help him best.

I called the doctor: 'Hurry up!
My love is gonna die! '
And told my lover not to sleep
and I began to cry.

My love just died in my arms.
The wound was much too deep.
So, please set me free, Mr Courtman.
I am an unguilty sheep!

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One Step Closer

One step closer, come on!
Go ahead and make my day!
One step closer, go on!
Just touch me and you will pay!

One step closer, come on!
My gun is loaded for that!
One step closer, go on!
Oh, yes, that will come pat!

One step closer, come on!
And pay for all you have done!
One step closer, go on!
It will be very much fun!

One step closer, my uncle, come on!
Or is abusing all you can do?
One step closer, my uncle, go on!
We are alone, me and you!

One step closer, my uncle, come on!
Are you afraid of my gun?
One step closer, my uncle, go on!
I never forgot what you've done!

Now turn around and run for your life!
I don't wanna see you again!
Now turn around, go, tell your wife,
that YOU brought your daughter that pain!

Now turn around or I'll change my mind!
Run, 'cause the trigger is loose!
Now turn around or I will remind,
all victims of that abuse!

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(Thoughts about) Love

4 letters
1 word
a thousand meanings
What does it mean when you talk about LOVE?

Is it the love between mother and child?
Or is it the love between sisters?

I love the flowers, their beauty, their colors.
I love a walk in the rain.
I love my best friends for being my friends.
I love strong hot coffee and I love champagne.

So what does it mean when YOU talk about LOVE?
I suppose for you it's just a word.
I don't have to use words to tell...
... I just show my love, no need to be heard.

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Lock Me Up

My wounds are deep and I am weak,
don't want to fight no more.
Lay down the sword, lay down the gun,
what am I fighting for?

I fought for a better life,
a better world for me.
I fought for a piece of love
and for some kind of dignity.

I fought for some justice,
my strength has gone away.
And if they wanna lock me up
I won't defend myself today.

I need to rest and heal my wounds
the struggle made no sense.
Put me in chaines and lock me up
I'll take the consequence.

I don't want back into the fields
it will be my death, I'm sure.
So I will choose this prison
I choose it for my own secure.

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Apply for it!

Why should I talk to you?
What qualifies you for that?
Why should I waste my time
instead of chatting with Brad?

What is special about you?
Tell me why you and no other.
Why are you worth to be heard?
Why are you entitled to bother?

I talk to Johnny and Carl,
two really interesting men.
You've got 5 minutes left
to explain why you and not Dan.

(Countdown started!)

[elbroto]

Wow!!!! Schöne Texte....musste manche 2x lesen...ich erlaube es mir mal nicht zu Interpretieren was dahinter steht, manches ist ja auch sehr eindeutig...

BTW: Willkommen im Forum

[blackfarah]

Danke!
Naja, Interpretationen wollen wir hier mal nicht abgeben!
Aber Du hast schon Recht, manche sind sehr eindeutig. Andere eher zweideutig. Und natürlich stecken eine Menge Metaphern drin, aber besser ist das wohl!

[findus05]

Toll, die hast du alle selber geschrieben????
Echt klasse, ich finde Gedichteschreiben auf Deutsch schon schwer, dann noch auf Englisch, ich habe noch nicht alle gelesen.....*malzweitageurlaubnehm*

Naja, willkommen bei uns!!

[blackfarah]

Danke, Findus!

Ja, sie stammen alle aus meiner Feder. Ich habe Zeiten, da fallen mir englische Gedichte leichter als deutsche. Ich lese auch sehr viel auf englisch. Das macht es schon einfacher!

[findus05]

Du warst zu flott, ich wollte dies noch hinzufügen:




Dann kannst du unsere beiden englischen Spiele ja immer gut bereichern, mir fällt da manchmal einfach nichts ein.....ich schreib dann schon mal irgendwas... ...werde ich jetzt vorsichtiger sein.

[blackfarah]

Ach, ich werde niemanden verurteilen, der kein perfektes Englisch kann. Ich weiß auch nicht alles!

Danke für die nette Grafik!

[blackfarah]

Da hätten wir noch ein paar neue Gedichte:


Goodbye

You can change your clothes
and you can change the shoes.
You can change your car,
but you just changed the rules.

You can give some food
and you can give some love.
You can give a simple smile,
but you just gave trivial words.

You can be so brave
and you can be so cool.
You can be a tender man
but you are just a fool.

You could be with me
and you could be loved.
You could be a god for me,
but you are too afraid.

I will be the loser
and I will be alone.
I will be a worthless thing
and I will be forgotten.

I wish you all the best
and wish you happiness.
I wish you will be satisfied
but I'll lay down to rest...

...in peace.


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Secret

I've been your sweet little secret once.
And you have always been mine.
You loved me, said you would die for me.
And I would still die for you.

We shared so many beautiful things.
I was addicted to your love.
Never met someone who was so kind.
Felt your love deep inside.

Both we are married and not really free.
But who can sentence our love?
We never touched and never met.
So no one got hurt in the past.

I still feel the same way for you, man
And I am sure you feel for me
We told each other that love has gone
But that is not real, not real!

So look, that's my secret I kept till now
Hoping that you aren't angry
What can I do, these are my thoughts
I wasn't able to keep them.

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Sometimes

Sometimes I was able to look right through you.
And you did the same with me.
All we said was different from what we felt.
But we always knew what's the truth.

Sometimes there has been soul equality.
We did same things the same time.
We acted same at same time.
And sometimes we still do that.

Sometimes we missed each other so hard.
But we splitted for some stupid reason.
All the love and friendship had gone.
And I am happy to have you back.

Sometimes I ask myself what happened.
We loved each other more I can tell.
That love is still there, I can feel it.
But the split we had ruined it all.

Sometimes I wish you were dead.
So I can choice my own end.
And in another life we'll meet again.
Maybe there is our chance.

All I want to say is: I love you more than life!

[Juxta]

Aus rein linguistischem Interesse ...
... was heißt "underdark"? Is this a proper English word?

Somewhat lost...
Juxta.

[blackfarah]

Underdark ist die Bezeichnung einer Art Unterwelt aus einem Fantasy-Buch.

Ich selber habe es nicht gelesen, doch ein sehr lieber Freund von mir hat einen Songtext daraus gemacht und diese Zeile in meiner Sig ist eine Zeile dieses Textes.

[Yvonne]

Hallo blackfarah ;

eigentlich wollte ich dir nur ein sehr verspätetes "Willkommen" sagen
und das mir deine Gedichte sehr gut gefallen !
Danke fürs einstellen , werde sie gern öfter lesen .

Lieben Gruß ;
Yvonne

[blackfarah]

Vielen Dank, Yvonne!

Ich freue mich doch immer wieder wenn meine Gedichte jemandem gefallen!

[Juxta]

Underdark ist die Bezeichnung einer Art Unterwelt aus einem Fantasy-Buch.

Ich selber habe es nicht gelesen, doch ein sehr lieber Freund von mir hat einen Songtext daraus gemacht und diese Zeile in meiner Sig ist eine Zeile dieses Textes.

Oooh, okay. Recht lieben Dank für die Erklärung...

Deine Gedichte, gehören zu denen eigentlich auch Musik?

[blackfarah]

Nein, bisher gehört noch keine Musik dazu, aber ich arbeite bereits an Songs aus den Gedichten.

[findus05]

Wenn du mal berühmt bist, denkst du hoffentlich noch an uns arme Fuzzies....