It is very beautiful what you wrote @mayuuram!! Sorry i cant write a lot now because it is our lunch break. 😬😬 If i make a poem it is for me always difficult to find very nice words so it is a lot more simple and not so beautiful. But it is just what i feel. 🙄
I like reading yours and the nice words and sentences i write them down in my notebook. I have one for French and also one for English and i write the things that i like in it and also personal notes like a diary both. 🌸🌸🌻🌻
It is very beautiful what you wrote @mayuuram!! Sorry i cant write a lot now because it is our lunch break. 😬😬 If i make a poem it is for me always difficult to find very nice words so it is a lot more simple and not so beautiful. But it is just what i feel. 🙄
I like reading yours and the nice words and sentences i write them down in my notebook. I have one for French and also one for English and i write the things that i like in it and also personal notes like a diary both. 🌸🌸🌻🌻
Poetry doesn't necessarily need to rhyme. I think it's more whether there is a nice sound to it when you read it out loud or whether you are able to let people feel what you mean with your poem. If you, for example, describe a lot of details in your poem, somebody could feel like they're in that space as well. 🌼
I think your poem is nice as well @Yue_, because you address a feeling people recognise and that may help people realising they're not the only one with a certain feeling. Connecting through poetry is also important. 🌟
It is very beautiful what you wrote @mayuuram!! Sorry i cant write a lot now because it is our lunch break. 😬😬 If i make a poem it is for me always difficult to find very nice words so it is a lot more simple and not so beautiful. But it is just what i feel. 🙄
I like reading yours and the nice words and sentences i write them down in my notebook. I have one for French and also one for English and i write the things that i like in it and also personal notes like a diary both. 🌸🌸🌻🌻
thanks @Yue_ ! your words meant a lot for me 😊✨
I have a trick for you, and for whoever read it about writing poems.
first, you need to imagine scene by scene then capture the scene and explain in words, it's ok use the simplest language that you understand best. and then you search for each synonym or metaphor you wanna use, you deepen it again until you get what you want. like you let yourself drown in your imagination, feel the emotion way deeper, imagine that it really happen to you, etc.
it's ok don't be shy about the imagination thing, let it go and let the heart lead you
but ykno yue, you already write a nice poems for your ages! you only need to keep it up 😊✨
Poetry doesn't necessarily need to rhyme. I think it's more whether there is a nice sound to it when you read it out loud or whether you are able to let people feel what you mean with your poem. If you, for example, describe a lot of details in your poem, somebody could feel like they're in that space as well. 🌼
I think your poem is nice as well @Yue_, because you address a feeling people recognise and that may help people realising they're not the only one with a certain feeling. Connecting through poetry is also important. 🌟
yes, There are so many types, styles and characteristics of poetry, it depends on the writer. but all I can see it's about how the heart and imagination collide
I wrote this second story about Li Ling (my mom's real name is Li Ling 😛 ) and I hope that you like it!! Thank you very much if you want to take the time to read it! 🙏🙏
A real Christmas tree
Walking with her mom outside Li Ling feels like a small horse. All shops close earlier during Christmas and everybody tries to get their shopping bags as full as they can. Her mom too. With all the power and energy that she has Li Ling tries to carry the huge bag which can almost be like a hiding place for her when it is empty.
Why do people eat so much during Christmas? They eat and talk and eat and talk. And when they talk, they talk about eating!!
The dark and cold streets always look so sparkling like a winter Disney movie with all the mini lights! Li Ling's eyes are like a mirror of all the mini lights. She loves them! It is as if the stars come down from the sky at night and have a party in the street! They make everything bright and magic!!
All faces in the street are happy except for an old man who is sitting on the cold street alone. Nobody really sees him, but Li Ling does. The man does not ask for anything from the people who pass him on the street. He just stares to the cold almost frozen bricks in front of him. He stares until he sees two small shoes in front of him pointing at him like an arrow. He looks up and his eyes see a girl who looks curious. There is a silence. Just like when you have a school exam. No noises that you can hear. It is only what you can see. But it is not a paper exam. The old man sees Li Ling. And Li Ling sees the old man.
"It is Christmas" Li Ling finally says. "Yes" the old man says back. "It is time to be with your family and it is cold! So go with your mom! Stay warm!" the old man says to Li Ling. But Li Ling keeps looking at the man who is probably too cold to tremble anymore. "Where is your home mister?" Li Ling asks? "Do you have a Christmas tree?" The man smiles. His talk with Li Ling is the longest time he spoke with anybody that whole day. "I am home already. Look how big it is!!" and with his arms he points at the whole shopping street! "And my Christmas tree is right there!" as he looks to the shop window with a tiny Christmas tree behind it. But that is not a real Christmas tree!! Li Ling thinks. It is just one that comes out of a box.
"Come now Li Ling" her mom says in a rush!! "It is time to go!!" She pulls Li Ling with her. "Merry Christmas mister" Li Ling quicky says to the old man as she is being pulled by her mom. The old man smiles. "Merry Christmas" Li Ling hears the old man say.
That night Li Ling barely eats. How can she eat when that man is outside! He has a cold home!!! And is home is now fully dark!! And he needs a real Christmas tree. Not a Christmas tree from a box that is from the shop. Her parents and her aunt and uncle keep talking during dinner and they speak like everybody in the room is deaf. But Li Ling is silent. She just looks in front of her at the table. Just like the old man looked in front of him at the dark and cold street.
When it is time to sleep, Li Ling quickly gets out of her bed. She opens the window and softly whispers in the cold air: "Have a good night mister"! She lies down on the cold floor. Not in her warm bed! Just like the old man would sleep at night. The window stays open. Now the old man is not alone. They are the same.
Later at night her parents find Li Ling cold like a refrigiator on the floor. Quickly they put her in bed with an extra blanket covering Li Ling and warming her up. Her mom looks worried at Li Ling as her dad quickly closes the window. "Let's keep her inside tomorrow!!" Li Ling's mom says. "She is so cold!!"
Two days later Li Ling's mom and aunt go to the city centre. "Do you want to come with us Li Ling"? her mom asks. With big eyes Li Ling looks at her mom and almost flies to the hall to get her shoes!! And then she remembers...she quickly runs to her bedroom to get her bag. Yes everything is ready!!! She completely forgot that you cant walk with shoes in the house!! But she now thinks of what she has to do. She is prepared for it!!!
When her mom and aunt go shopping for clothes, time stops. One thing to try...three things to try...two hours later.... "Li Ling why dont you go to the library and read a nice comic or book that you like?" her mom says. "We can pick you up there!" Li Ling rushes outside 'the clothing shop but goes back to the home of her new friend. No he is an old friend. No...a new old friend!!! She is now almost at his home!!
Staring in front of him the old man suddenly sees two small shoes again. But this time he recognises them. Does he dream? No. He looks up and he sees Li Ling looking at him. "Come" she says. She offers her small hand to the old man and when he stands up he is like a giraffe. And she is like a mouse. But he is a very kind giraffe. But also a curious and surprised giraffe.
Without talking Li Ling takes the old man to the large square in front of the library. The square is empty. Nobody is sitting on the benches, except for Li Ling and the old man. In the middle of the square is a giant and real Christmas tree. Li Ling looks at the old man. Yes, he is also looking at the tree!! Li Ling does not feel the cold air at all. She also does not feel the cold bench anymore. Because she has something to do. She opens her bag and she gives the old man paper drawings. "Here you go!" Li Ling says as she gives the man a paper drawing of a soup...and of a Turkey...and of a cake with some fruit. "You must eat enough!" she says like her mother always says to her. Li Ling is happy now. The man also has too much to eat now!! Just like everybody else. And he has a Christmas tree. A real Christmas tree this time!
I wrote this second story about Li Ling (my mom's real name is Li Ling 😛 ) and I hope that you like it!! Thank you very much if you want to take the time to read it! 🙏🙏
A real Christmas tree
Walking with her mom outside Li Ling feels like a small horse. All shops close earlier during Christmas and everybody tries to get their shopping bags as full as they can. Her mom too. With all the power and energy that she has Li Ling tries to carry the huge bag which can almost be like a hiding place for her when it is empty.
Why do people eat so much during Christmas? They eat and talk and eat and talk. And when they talk, they talk about eating!!
The dark and cold streets always look so sparkling like a winter Disney movie with all the mini lights! Li Ling's eyes are like a mirror of all the mini lights. She loves them! It is as if the stars come down from the sky at night and have a party in the street! They make everything bright and magic!!
All faces in the street are happy except for an old man who is sitting on the cold street alone. Nobody really sees him, but Li Ling does. The man does not ask for anything from the people who pass him on the street. He just stares to the cold almost frozen bricks in front of him. He stares until he sees two small shoes in front of him pointing at him like an arrow. He looks up and his eyes see a girl who looks curious. There is a silence. Just like when you have a school exam. No noises that you can hear. It is only what you can see. But it is not a paper exam. The old man sees Li Ling. And Li Ling sees the old man.
"It is Christmas" Li Ling finally says. "Yes" the old man says back. "It is time to be with your family and it is cold! So go with your mom! Stay warm!" the old man says to Li Ling. But Li Ling keeps looking at the man who is probably too cold to tremble anymore. "Where is your home mister?" Li Ling asks? "Do you have a Christmas tree?" The man smiles. His talk with Li Ling is the longest time he spoke with anybody that whole day. "I am home already. Look how big it is!!" and with his arms he points at the whole shopping street! "And my Christmas tree is right there!" as he looks to the shop window with a tiny Christmas tree behind it. But that is not a real Christmas tree!! Li Ling thinks. It is just one that comes out of a box.
"Come now Li Ling" her mom says in a rush!! "It is time to go!!" She pulls Li Ling with her. "Merry Christmas mister" Li Ling quicky says to the old man as she is being pulled by her mom. The old man smiles. "Merry Christmas" Li Ling hears the old man say.
That night Li Ling barely eats. How can she eat when that man is outside! He has a cold home!!! And is home is now fully dark!! And he needs a real Christmas tree. Not a Christmas tree from a box that is from the shop. Her parents and her aunt and uncle keep talking during dinner and they speak like everybody in the room is deaf. But Li Ling is silent. She just looks in front of her at the table. Just like the old man looked in front of him at the dark and cold street.
When it is time to sleep, Li Ling quickly gets out of her bed. She opens the window and softly whispers in the cold air: "Have a good night mister"! She lies down on the cold floor. Not in her warm bed! Just like the old man would sleep at night. The window stays open. Now the old man is not alone. They are the same.
Later at night her parents find Li Ling cold like a refrigiator on the floor. Quickly they put her in bed with an extra blanket covering Li Ling and warming her up. Her mom looks worried at Li Ling as her dad quickly closes the window. "Let's keep her inside tomorrow!!" Li Ling's mom says. "She is so cold!!"
Two days later Li Ling's mom and aunt go to the city centre. "Do you want to come with us Li Ling"? her mom asks. With big eyes Li Ling looks at her mom and almost flies to the hall to get her shoes!! And then she remembers...she quickly runs to her bedroom to get her bag. Yes everything is ready!!! She completely forgot that you cant walk with shoes in the house!! But she now thinks of what she has to do. She is prepared for it!!!
When her mom and aunt go shopping for clothes, time stops. One thing to try...three things to try...two hours later.... "Li Ling why dont you go to the library and read a nice comic or book that you like?" her mom says. "We can pick you up there!" Li Ling rushes outside 'the clothing shop but goes back to the home of her new friend. No he is an old friend. No...a new old friend!!! She is now almost at his home!!
Staring in front of him the old man suddenly sees two small shoes again. But this time he recognises them. Does he dream? No. He looks up and he sees Li Ling looking at him. "Come" she says. She offers her small hand to the old man and when he stands up he is like a giraffe. And she is like a mouse. But he is a very kind giraffe. But also a curious and surprised giraffe.
Without talking Li Ling takes the old man to the large square in front of the library. The square is empty. Nobody is sitting on the benches, except for Li Ling and the old man. In the middle of the square is a giant and real Christmas tree. Li Ling looks at the old man. Yes, he is also looking at the tree!! Li Ling does not feel the cold air at all. She also does not feel the cold bench anymore. Because she has something to do. She opens her bag and she gives the old man paper drawings. "Here you go!" Li Ling says as she gives the man a paper drawing of a soup...and of a Turkey...and of a cake with some fruit. "You must eat enough!" she says like her mother always says to her. Li Ling is happy now. The man also has too much to eat now!! Just like everybody else. And he has a Christmas tree. A real Christmas tree this time!
aww what a cute story you wrote yue, can't stand the cuteness 🐇🐇🐇
We all have a bag.
We all pack differently.
Some of us are traveling light.
Some of us are secret hoarders who've never parted with a memory in our lives. I think we are all called to figure out how to carry our bag to the best of our ability, how to unpack it, and how to face the mess. I think part of growing up is learning how to sit down the floor with all your things and figuring out what to take with you and what to leave behind.
Only love makes the baggage light…
🖊Hannah Brencher
🎨 Samantha Jordaan
We all have a bag.
We all pack differently.
Some of us are traveling light.
Some of us are secret hoarders who've never parted with a memory in our lives. I think we are all called to figure out how to carry our bag to the best of our ability, how to unpack it, and how to face the mess. I think part of growing up is learning how to sit down the floor with all your things and figuring out what to take with you and what to leave behind.
Only love makes the baggage light…
🖊Hannah Brencher
🎨 Samantha Jordaan
Wow that's beautiful. 🙏💛
Il Gatto Inverno
Ai vetri della scuola stamattina l'inverno strofina la sua schiena nuvolosa come un vecchio gatto grigio: con la nebbia fa i giochi di prestigio, le case fa parire e ricomparire;
con le zampe di neve imbianca il suolo e per coda ha un ghiacciolo... Sì, signora maestra, mi sono un po' distratto: ma per forza, con quel gatto, con l'inverno alla finestra che mi ruba i pensieri e se li porta in slitta per allegri sentieri.
Invano io li richiamo: si saranno impigliati in qualche ramo spoglio; o per dolce imbroglio, chiotti, chiotti fingon d'esser merli e passerotti
Gianni Rodari
The Winter Cat
At the windows of the school this morning winter rubs its cloudy back like an old gray cat: it plays magic tricks with the fog, it makes the houses appear and reappear;
with his paws of snow he whitens the ground and has an icicle for a tail... Yes, teacher, I got a little distracted: but of course, with that cat, with the winter at the window stealing my thoughts and if he takes them in a sleigh along cheerful paths.
In vain I call them back: they will have got caught in some bare branch; or for a sweet trick, chiotti, chiotti pretend to be blackbirds and sparrows
Gianni Rodari
I Want a Terribly Beautiful Winter
I want winter to live up to its name, to be a terribly beautiful winter, to have a lot of snow. The winter I want is not one where soot and mist mix together, the city is covered in a deep daylight darkness, and snow falls mixed with rain. The snow should fall in such a way that each snowflake, each the size of a leaf, falls to the ground spinning under the yellow light of the street lamps as if it were attached to a separate angel's wing. The roads, cars, and trees should be covered under a thick white cover like red-tiled roofs.
The ending autumn is often a sign of difficult days to come. Epidemic disease viruses roam trains, buses, and indoor spaces. However, I dream of a winter where every living creature, from the insects nesting under stones to the sparrows taking shelter under eaves, from the sparrows to humans, is happy and does not feel cold. This winter will be such that the only reason children will cry will be because their fingers, which have frozen after playing snowballs for hours, hurt when they hit the heat. There is no need for wood, coal or natural gas in this winter because there is no need to be cold either.
This winter is now for enjoying. Sitting behind the window, right next to the radiator, sipping your tea and watching the snow fall outside, what is much more enjoyable than walking hand in hand with your beloved on the snow creaking under your feet, painting tripe soup red with chili pepper in a small restaurant where the windows, walls and even tables are covered in steam. Leaning your elbows on the marble counter in a boza shop, inhaling the smell of salep, cinnamon and ginger.
This winter is a happy winter, contrary to those who divide human life into seasons and compare winter to the days of old age when hair will turn gray, movements will become slow and breaths will become short. What an easy, clumsy analogy. It will snow a lot, and we will spend the last days of our lives at home, without getting out from under our blankets, fearing coughing, sneezing, high blood pressure, and diabetes. However, what a great mistake this is for those who attribute happiness to spring! Spring is a season in which the biggest mistakes are made, the heart palpitations never cease, and it is an exciting and tiring season. Summer, on the other hand, is spent working relatively hard and making up for the mistakes made in youth. The season closest to winter is autumn. Autumn is harvest time, autumn is grape harvest, autumn is preparation for winter, at least.
This winter is now a winter in which a long vacation begins, memories like preserves, compote, molasses, and jam are never far from our tables. If spring, summer, and autumn were good, winter will be good too.
I want winter to live up to its name, I want it to be a terrifying winter. A magnificent winter where no one feels cold, where mistakes, flaws, sins, and regrets remain under a white blanket, where joys of sledding, snowballing, and snowmen are experienced... What comes after? If the winter is going well, there will always be spring after it, always spring.
Thank you very much for your nice posts and sharing the stories @Fleurke, @Pennarossa2024 and @Cem_Istanbul!!! That is really lovely i think!!! 🙏🙏😊😊 I like reading the stories most of the times in the evening, but sometimes im too tired to reply! 😛
I will try later to make a new poem or story myself too. 🙂
Thank you so much for your interest. Unfortunately it is a simple translation from Turkish language. I wrote it in my blog years ago. my blog is in Turkish language but it might be useful to give its address 🙂 www.cemcemii.com
Thank you so much for your interest. Unfortunately it is a simple translation from Turkish language. I wrote it in my blog years ago. my blog is in Turkish language but it might be useful to give its address 🙂 www.cemcemii.com
Several other members can speak Turkish like @Mulanyyy and @diogenes_cask so maybe that is nice to know! 🙂
For someone ✨🌸🥰🌸✨
If you feel hurt and pain that
is not fair.
I search for nice words but I don’t know where.
It is cold outside and it is dark soon.
Do you think that he is still looking at the same moon?
Or do you think that he is not hurt too?
And maybe he did never love you?
I do not believe that is true.
He always wanted to be with you.
Everything will be ok I really think that.
Even when you feel lonely and cant sleep in bed.
Maybe if you look again at the moon light.
I will think of you so you are not alone in the night.
Maybe it is not enough but you always have at least me.
And I hope that you can again go where you want to be.
You deserve the best in the world and that love will find you.
Even when sometimes
you are lost and don’t know what to do.
❤️❤️ from Yue
