English is the most universal language. I know English well enough to communicate, but to write poetry is hard, to find beautiful words to express thoughts and feelings, when poetry is written in a foreign language is like you translate your thoughts. I have some poetry here translated in English. And I wrote some haiku in English, fun with creative writing using another language. The language of poetry is rich and finest expresses feelings, emotions, art of literature. Sometimes there are no perfect word equivalents between languages. Poetry is neither just words, nor just metre. Literal translations do not make a poem, rhythm, sound, images, obvious meaning and implied meaning, can never be the same after translation. one word prompt Translate
sweet cherry blossoms every shade of pink and rose delicate petals rounded tear-shaped drifting on a fresh spring breeze leafs and buds filed with raindrops soft as silk delicate as satin aromatic sweet blossoms. Unfinished poetry book The Daily Prompt: Unfinished and Blossom
seagulls longing cry flying free on a blue sky waves caress the rock playful summer day so beautiful winter morning cold, the waves roll, pearly white sea foam playful salt waters drifting with the tide dance happily in the wind autumn sunset glow the wind ruffles the sea and with its waves, it caresses the wind, immersing it in the blueness Weekly Photo Challenge: Half-Light Share a photo inspired by a poem, verse, song lyric or story. Poems I wrote for the WP Poetry Writing challenges.
Dancing waves drifting with the tide dance happily in the wind spring sunshine sparkle Happy World Poetry Day! Dancing waves Happy World Poetry Day! Weekly Photo Challenge: Dance
In the evening when the stars start sparkling like diamonds on the dark blue velvet sky and among them the Full Moon the mistress of the mysterious will keep vigil like a staring eye, the time begins of magic. In response to Day 1: Magic Like festive fireworks the sun has sprayed out the fiery rays which at sunset it collects like the fisherman the fishnets he had spread. Oh look! The golden-light and the playful waves are now tranquil, calm sunshine reflection. In response to Day 2: Reflections When night pours down from above like the painter’s colour on the stretched canvas it sinks into the bed of the heavens See the Moon – like a loving woman before falling asleep joyfully in dreams In response to Day 3: Sleep Actor Heaped satisfaction in his own grandeur and innate self-conceit. Clenched fists and hunched bow of the greedy actor and red roses all around, everywhere… Applause tears down the barriers of time on the stage of the theatre Oh precious sight, soulful, images and …
Spellbound by his closeness she did not realise were becoming distant. Time’s shimmering hastened the departure together with the yellowed autumn, she departed from a dream, he departed from an understanding. In response to Day 10: Farewell Writing 101: Poetry! (writing101december2015) More poems: Writing 201: Poetry! (writing201october2015)
She hurried down the alley, her thick, long, red hair fluttered like a flag behind her, wearing black lace eye mask, her body covered by a crimson dress that reached to the ground. Bracelets tinkling on her waving arms resounded like teasing music. She hurried breathless, entranced, in midnight mystery. Once you put on a mask, you become a fantasy character.. In response to Day 9: Camouflage Writing 101: Poetry! (writing101december2015) More poems: Writing 201: Poetry! Inspired: “Paint with words – portraits in verses. These aren’t just pictures of faces, they’re personalities. Emotions. Stories.”
You are my April in December, Brimming with beauty my soul And my love-filled-heart Sings with joy You are my April in December, Love makes me see spring everywhere, all around me blossoms agape, I’ve embraced you with my heart ♥ In response to Day 7: Beloved Writing 101: Poetry! Enamored
Angry waves happy sea, small universum around you, false belief guided so that you shall never be overwrought again. Keeping silence like a melody of fear tamed. The old sin whines and begs for self-forgiveness. In response to Day 6: Fallacy Writing 101: Poetry! (writing101december2015) More poems: Writing 201: Poetry! (writing201october2015) Feel free to post the poem you’ve written in the comments.
Painting Paint a tree and a bird on its branch, above the tree a sky, by the tree a brook, over the brook a bridge, a bridge of rainbow. Writing The omnipotent word of the poet like an nectar for the ailing soul. The ink, a seal on the paper arrests in time the moment written down, steals it from space, engraves it in eternity. Freedom – personal liberty through art. Art – creative way to escape from what I don’t like and to keep forever what I like. In response to Day 5: Freedom Writing 101: Poetry! (writing101december2015) More poems: Writing 201: Poetry! (writing201october2015)