Reeds heb ik een m'n eerste aantal Engelse gedichten geschreven. Ik heb ze zelf nog niet aan iemand laten lezen, maar op dit forum hoop ik een aantal eerlijke en bruikbare reacties te krijgen.
Alvast bedankt als je de tijd hebt genomen om de gedichten te lezen.
*1*
- EARLY MORNING JOG -
How the man that barely sleeps, wakes up...
I travel amongst nature, no television nor coffee cup
As the touch of mother nature gently pleases my skin
I get a fresh energetic feeling from within
As I'm surrounded by the most beautiful thing ever
A brilliant non-human creation so clever
I return the respect and love that nature will give
That allows me to escape, from the life that I live
Inhaling the pure air, that empowers me
I spread my arms and set myself free
Breaking those chains..to allow me to be...
the one I want you to see!
*2*
- STRUGGLE STRENGHT -
Thoughts, floating in the tears that I shed.
Nutrition to my spirit, it's intelligence I'm being fed.
as I'm strenghtened by experience, caused by strife
I am thankful for the bad...that happened in my life.
*3*
- LOST - (intro)
Now spread out on the floor, all alone on this rug
as I hear her slam the door, it is the fabric that I tug
for her beautiful body no more, it's now the air that I hug
being clueless on how to react, I sigh deeply and shrug..
- the last scent - (main)
thinking it was impossible for this to happen, but she found a way...
she made us crash, she was the one that pushed me away...
was this the final chapter? that unsuspected change? our judgement day?
turning into opposites, black and white, when we used to be the perfect gray...
I want to bring her back and hold her close, but I do not possess those powers
I've been laying here, watching the sky for atleast a couple hours
she's still with me in the air, her beautiful scent that smelled like the most precious flowers
so perfectly combined with mine, the familiar mixture that was ours...
we'd snuggle here together, mesmerized, not a single second we'd waste
but now it seemed like forever, for me to experience her lips and how they'd taste
letting hér go?...never! To me it felt like we were glued together with paste
her touch..so pure...so clever, just the two of us..no worries...no haste
oh how I'd wish for her to stay...
or for my goddess to return...every night I pray
but if she does, will it just be a delay?
for our passion and love to fully decay?
*4*
- CRAZY ME AND THE THINGS I SEE! -
Wiggly toes in bright blue water
Echoïng waves go: “Who's your daddy?!”
But wait, hahaha...I am your father
That's right, that I am...lil Eddy
Piggy back solo race,
Running into summer's last light.
A frog, sitting on my face.
A butterfly on his, oh what a subtle sight.
Getting jiggy as we pump some reaggae
A smile from Ed that makes me proud
Life is not that bad ey?
Stomachs hurting as we laugh out loud.
*5*
- MIRRORED TEARS OR RAINDROPS PART 1 -
Gliding down the window...for the rain to drop
There's no way I give in though...for the pain to stop
My tears that race...towards my thumb.
I notice my face...completely numb.
I don't feel trails...upon my skin
The truth that hails...is pain within.
- MIRRORED TEARS OR RAINDROPS PART 2 -
There's my face...mirrored...unprotected
Hoping this will change my mood...but sadly...uneffected
Still showing...how deeply I'm depressed.
My battered face with tears...for it remains expressed.
Unsure how long...all of this will last,
I beg anyone or anything...to heal me...bloody fucking fast
No loving...no drinking...no eating...
For no longer I can take this beating.
The window opens...giving me a sign.
I close it fast and scream: "THIS LIFE AINT YOURS! ITS FUCKING MINE!"
*6*
- THE GUIDE -
Neglected by most, full of potential
For an individual like her, it is most essential
For her to succeed and to prevail
For her to proceed, is like a split rail
For it's her biggest fear, that leads into her self-destructive wrath
But that's why I'm here, to guide her...into the right path.
*7*
- INSECURITIES ANYONE? -
Destined to be
When? With who? Why.....me?
Days, months, years.
Worries, aches, tears.
Waiting for the one.....that takes away my fears.
Focused, yet clumsy caused by daydreams.
Stuck...doubting myself it seems...
The facts don't lie
I don't even have the balls to try!
I'm not relationship material now am I..?
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Edwin Leonard Verver
Laatst bijgewerkt door Rob op 27 augustus 2011, 17:30.
Reden voor wijziging: Verplaatst naar Eigen werk: poëzie.
Alvast bedankt als je de tijd hebt genomen om de gedichten te lezen.
*1*
- EARLY MORNING JOG -
How the man that barely sleeps, wakes up...
I travel amongst nature, no television nor coffee cup
As the touch of mother nature gently pleases my skin
I get a fresh energetic feeling from within
As I'm surrounded by the most beautiful thing ever
A brilliant non-human creation so clever
I return the respect and love that nature will give
That allows me to escape, from the life that I live
Inhaling the pure air, that empowers me
I spread my arms and set myself free
Breaking those chains..to allow me to be...
the one I want you to see!
*2*
- STRUGGLE STRENGHT -
Thoughts, floating in the tears that I shed.
Nutrition to my spirit, it's intelligence I'm being fed.
as I'm strenghtened by experience, caused by strife
I am thankful for the bad...that happened in my life.
*3*
- LOST - (intro)
Now spread out on the floor, all alone on this rug
as I hear her slam the door, it is the fabric that I tug
for her beautiful body no more, it's now the air that I hug
being clueless on how to react, I sigh deeply and shrug..
- the last scent - (main)
thinking it was impossible for this to happen, but she found a way...
she made us crash, she was the one that pushed me away...
was this the final chapter? that unsuspected change? our judgement day?
turning into opposites, black and white, when we used to be the perfect gray...
I want to bring her back and hold her close, but I do not possess those powers
I've been laying here, watching the sky for atleast a couple hours
she's still with me in the air, her beautiful scent that smelled like the most precious flowers
so perfectly combined with mine, the familiar mixture that was ours...
we'd snuggle here together, mesmerized, not a single second we'd waste
but now it seemed like forever, for me to experience her lips and how they'd taste
letting hér go?...never! To me it felt like we were glued together with paste
her touch..so pure...so clever, just the two of us..no worries...no haste
oh how I'd wish for her to stay...
or for my goddess to return...every night I pray
but if she does, will it just be a delay?
for our passion and love to fully decay?
*4*
- CRAZY ME AND THE THINGS I SEE! -
Wiggly toes in bright blue water
Echoïng waves go: “Who's your daddy?!”
But wait, hahaha...I am your father
That's right, that I am...lil Eddy
Piggy back solo race,
Running into summer's last light.
A frog, sitting on my face.
A butterfly on his, oh what a subtle sight.
Getting jiggy as we pump some reaggae
A smile from Ed that makes me proud
Life is not that bad ey?
Stomachs hurting as we laugh out loud.
*5*
- MIRRORED TEARS OR RAINDROPS PART 1 -
Gliding down the window...for the rain to drop
There's no way I give in though...for the pain to stop
My tears that race...towards my thumb.
I notice my face...completely numb.
I don't feel trails...upon my skin
The truth that hails...is pain within.
- MIRRORED TEARS OR RAINDROPS PART 2 -
There's my face...mirrored...unprotected
Hoping this will change my mood...but sadly...uneffected
Still showing...how deeply I'm depressed.
My battered face with tears...for it remains expressed.
Unsure how long...all of this will last,
I beg anyone or anything...to heal me...bloody fucking fast
No loving...no drinking...no eating...
For no longer I can take this beating.
The window opens...giving me a sign.
I close it fast and scream: "THIS LIFE AINT YOURS! ITS FUCKING MINE!"
*6*
- THE GUIDE -
Neglected by most, full of potential
For an individual like her, it is most essential
For her to succeed and to prevail
For her to proceed, is like a split rail
For it's her biggest fear, that leads into her self-destructive wrath
But that's why I'm here, to guide her...into the right path.
*7*
- INSECURITIES ANYONE? -
Destined to be
When? With who? Why.....me?
Days, months, years.
Worries, aches, tears.
Waiting for the one.....that takes away my fears.
Focused, yet clumsy caused by daydreams.
Stuck...doubting myself it seems...
The facts don't lie
I don't even have the balls to try!
I'm not relationship material now am I..?
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Edwin Leonard Verver
Laatst bijgewerkt door Rob op 27 augustus 2011, 17:30.
Reden voor wijziging: Verplaatst naar Eigen werk: poëzie.