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euleella
euleella
1 year ago

There are many, one is this:

Sometimes I wish…

to run through fields and meadows

hours

without clock without target

without you

only with me

with my thoughts

my neglected inner life.

Sometimes I wish

to break

from the narrow

from the variety of duties

for a few hours.

Sometimes I wish

against the wind

feeling its freshness and freedom

and rest in the sun

absorb their strength and heat.

Sometimes I wish

a piece of freedom

for few hours.

I’m coming back

with full hands

with sun and wind

the arm full of flowers

for you.

[Anne Steinwart]

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antnschnobe, UserMod Light
antnschnobe, UserMod Light
1 year ago

Behind a tree bark

lives the Made with the Child.

She is widow, for the husband,

that she had, fell off the leaf.

In this way

an ant as a food.

One morning the Made said:

“Love’s child, I’m just seeing

over there are fresh cabbages,

I’ll get it. That’s it.

Stop! One more thing, think what happened,

do not go out, think of Papa!”

So she spoke and escaped. —

Made Jr.

and that was bad,

because already came a colorful spear

and swallowed the little girl

Made without mercy. – Too bad.

Behind a tree bark

the Made calls for the child.

—

by Heinz Erhardt

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Sunnyday1981
Sunnyday1981
1 year ago

Who looks frogs into the after,

sees flies well digested.

Who keeps looking,

may not be surprised when he cooks.

@Source: Mirko Nontschew (RTL Saturday night)

I heard it as a child and never forget it again:)

Otherwise I like the magic apprentice of Goethe

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Dichterseele
Dichterseele
1 year ago

I have two favorite densities since my school days:

Börries Freiherr von Münchhausen:

White lilac

wet was the day – the black snails crawled,
But when the night went through the gardens,
The white lilac had broken up,
And over all walls he was hard.

And over all walls driped quietly
From pale grapes beads large and clear,
And was a scent around which the way
The nightingale was braided like gold.

——————

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe:

Mignon

You know the land where the lemons blossom,
In the dark foliage the gold-oranges glow,
A gentle wind blowing from the blue sky,
The myrtle stands still and high the laurel,
Do you know?
There! There, I’ll kill you, O my lover, move.

Do you know the house? His roof rests on columns,
It shines the hall, it shimmers the Gemach,
And marble paintings stand and look at me:
What did you do, you poor child?
Do you know?
There! There, I’ll kill you, O my protector.

Do you know the mountain and its ridge?
The mule seeks its way in the fog;
In caves the dragon lives old brood;
The rock collapses and the floods over him,
Do you know him?
There! Here we go!

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NedalNib88
NedalNib88
1 year ago

By Farid Bang:

“It’s fun, it’s funny

First the Ar*ch, then the Plum”

I always cultivate a tear over the cheek… 🥲

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ritesinelaude
ritesinelaude
1 year ago

Call of Georg herwegh

Rinse the crosses from the earth, all shall be swords.

I can’t…

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AstridDerPu
AstridDerPu
1 year ago

Hello,

that is always dependent on my mood, the season, etc. and also on what I am connecting with the respective poem, for example when / in what situation I have heard it for the first time, etc.

I like poems by Ringelnatz, Christian Morgenstern and James Krüsse.g.

A male letter mark experienced …

A male letter mark experienced

what beautiful before he tacked.

He was licked by a princess.

Love was awakened in him.

He wanted to kiss her again,

he had to travel.

So he loved her in vain.

This is the tragedy of life!

(amazon.de/S%C3%A4MAL-Gedicht-Joachim-Ringelnatz/dp/3257061455)

For Autumn of Josef Guggenmos:

The wind

In all peace

slept away

behind a hedge

the wind.

There’s him.

– Like nickers are…

in the ear.

The wind crawls,

jumps on the hedge

foxsteufelswild,

roar,

packs a raven

in the collar,

rast transversal

into the village,

shaking a pear tree at the pot

tears the hat off the head,

the weather flag,

a wooden hut,

swirls the dust in height:

woe,

the wind is going!

————

Also nice,

The Kuß-Gedicht

Humanity’s greatest revelation

is certainly the kiss.

He is popular, he makes pleasure,

if you give him if you get him.

It doesn’t cost anything, is non-binding

and he always performs orally.

If one wants to kiss,

so you have to

to reduce the distance

and then with gazes fainted.

The views are deep and deeper,

the lower jaws approach.

you do not care with your eyes

to suck together.

But not only the mouth alone

needs to be a kiss target.

You kiss the cheek and your hands

and also other objects,

the all around with pre-thought

all attached to the body.

How to kiss, that is different

In the north, east, west, south.

So with thought and feeling,

one hot, the other cool.

The one who smashes,

as if an old tire bursts.

On the other hand,

avoids any noise.

The one short, the longer,

the longest one is called permanent burners.

A kiss is when two lip lobes

in love

and a noise is generated,

as if the cow goes through mates.

Gerrit Engelke

(1890 – 1918), dt. worker poet from Hanover, promoted by Richard Dehmel, fallen during World War I

———–

What? English Poems – how could it be different – this Poem:

AUG HROM POOH TO YOU!

There’s something in a simple hug

That always warms the heart;

It welcomes us back home

And makes it easier to part.

A hug’s a way to share the joy

And sad times we go through,

Or just a way for friends to say

They like you ’cause you’re you.

Hugs are meant for anyone

For whom we really care,

From your grandma to your neighbour,

Or a cuddly teddy bear.

A hug is an amazing thing –

It’s just the perfect way

To show the love we’re feeling

But can’t find the words to say.

It’s funny how a little hug

Makes everyone feel good;

In every place and language,

It’s always understood.

And hugs don’t need new equipment,

Special batteries or parts

Just open up your arms

And open up your hearts.

YOU HAVE JUST BEEN

AstridThePu

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