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[sambuusi]

i remember when i used to write emo poems (age 16)
here's some of em

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[CaliTedesse]

Shout out to @Cauli for this, great fallen soldier. He introduced me to this poet and poem.

This poem is called:

حَكِّم سُيوفَكَ (Let your sword judge) by Antarah ibn Shaddad


حَكِّم سُيوفَكَ في رِقابِ العُذَّلِ
وَإِذا نَزَلتَ بِدارِ ذُلٍّ فَاِرحَلِ
وَإِذا بُليتَ بِظالِمٍ كُن ظالِم
وَإِذا لَقيتَ ذَوي الجَهالَةِ فَاِجهَلي
وَإِذا الجَبانُ نَهاكَ يَومَ كَريهَةٍ
خَوفاً عَلَيكَ مِنَ اِزدِحامِ الجَحفَلِ
فَاِعصِ مَقالَتَهُ وَلا تَحفِل بِه
وَاِقدِم إِذا حَقَّ اللِقا في الأَوَّلِ
وَاِختَر لِنَفسِكَ مَنزِلاً تَعلو بِهِ
أَو مُت كَريماً تَحتَ ظُلِّ القَسطَلِ
فَالمَوتُ لا يُنجيكَ مِن آفاتِهِ
حِصنٌ وَلَو شَيَّدتَهُ بِالجَندَلِ
مَوتُ الفَتى في عِزَّةٍ خَيرٌ لَهُ
مِن أَن يَبيتَ أَسيرَ طَرفٍ أَكحَلِ
إِن كُنتَ في عَدَدِ العَبيدِ فَهِمَّتي
فَوقَ الثُرَيّا وَالسِماكِ الأَعزَلِ
أَو أَنكَرَت فُرسانُ عَبسٍ نِسبَتي
فَسِنانُ رُمحي وَالحُسامُ يُقِرُّ لي
وَبِذابِلي وَمُهَنَّدي نِلتُ العُل
لا بِالقَرابَةِ وَالعَديدِ الأَجزَلِ
وَرَمَيتُ مُهري في العَجاجِ فَخاضَهُ
وَالنارُ تَقدَحُ مِن شِفارِ الأَنصُلِ
خاضَ العَجاجَ مُحَجَّلاً حَتّى إِذ
شَهِدَ الوَقيعَةَ عادَ غَيرَ مُحَجَّلِ
وَلَقَد نَكَبتُ بَني حُريقَةَ نَكبَةً
لَمّا طَعَنتُ صَميمَ قَلبِ الأَخيَلِ
وَقَتَلتُ فارِسَهُم رَبيعَةَ عَنوَةً
وَالهَيذُبانَ وَجابِرَ بنَ مُهَلهَلِ
وَاِبنَي رَبيعَةَ وَالحَريشَ وَمالِك
وَالزِبرِقانُ غَدا طَريحَ الجَندَلِ
وَأَنا اِبنُ سَوداءِ الجَبينِ كَأَنَّه
ضَبُعٌ تَرَعرَعَ في رُسومِ المَنزِلِ
الساقُ مِنها مِثلُ ساقِ نَعامَةٍ
وَالشَعرُ مِنها مِثلُ حَبِّ الفُلفُلِ
وَالثَغرُ مِن تَحتِ اللِثامِ كَأَنَّهُ
بَرقٌ تَلَألَأَ في الظَلامِ المُسدَلِ
يا نازِلينَ عَلى الحِمى وَدِيارِهِ
هَلّا رَأَيتُم في الدِيارِ تَقَلقُلي
قَد طالَ عِزَّكُم وَذُلّي في الهَوى
وَمِنَ العَجائِبِ عِزَّكُم وَتَذَلَّلي
لا تَسقِني ماءَ الحَياةِ بِذِلَّةٍ
بَل فَاِسقِني بِالعِزِّ كَأسَ الحَنظَلِ
ماءُ الحَياةِ بِذِلَّةٍ كَجَهَنَّمٍ
وَجَهَنَّمٌ بِالعِزِّ أَطيَبُ مَنزِلِ


Translation:

"Let your sword judge in the face of the enemy and when thy enter upon a land disgraced; then leave. And when your tested with an oppressor then become a oppressor – and when you meet an ignorant, then get ignorant.

And when the coward tries to prevent you on a frightful day – fearing for you the outnumbering crowd. Disobey his suggestion and pay it no mind and rush to be first when you meet thy enemy.

And choose for yourself a rank, you will be lofty in or die honourably under the shade of the Qustal (tree). A lad dying honourably is better for him than to be a slave looked down upon. If your content amongst the slaves then my aspirations are above the skies.

Even if the knights of the Abs tribe disregard my lineage then the teeth of my spear and sword will vouch for me. With my seal and Muhannad (an Indian sword) I have attained greatness not with relatives or great numbers. As I throw my hand into the dust and wage war sparks flame from the clashes of the blades.

For verily I caused calamity for Bani Hurayqa when I stabbed the best of the best. When I killed their knights, Rabi’ah Anwa, Hudhayban and Jabir bin Muhalhal. And the sons of Rabi’ah, Huraysh, Malik and Zabarqan Al Jundali.

And I’m the son of a black whose forehead resembles that of a hyena being bred in the living room. And her shin resembling that of an ostrich and her hair resembling a peppercorn seed. With her front teeth under the upper lip like lighting flashing through intense darkness.

Oh, attackers of the compound and it’s residences how come you didn’t see me back down? My dominance is long overdue and my lowliness is a thing of the past. And what is strange is your esteem and my lowliness!

Don’t quench me with water while disgraced. Rather quench me with a cup of coloncynth with honour. Life being humiliated is like Hell and Hell while honoured is a better place."




Here is the video voice:

In Our Time - Antarah ibn Shaddad - BBC Sounds

Melvyn Bragg and guests discuss the poetry and context of this pre-Islamic Arabian knight

www.bbc.co.uk

 

[Xasusi]

Poetry today consist of writing prose with line breaks.

 

[Ayaanle__]

i remember when i used to write emo poems (age 16)
here's some of em

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[sambuusi]

so now you're gonna bully me on here too??
foh

 

[Yukon_Niner]

i remember when i used to write emo poems (age 16)
here's some of em

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Kkkkkk that last one killed my lungs, keep going they're good.

 

[sambuusi]

Kkkkkk that last one killed my lungs, keep going they're good.

you have to be lying
those were from a phase of my life i try to forget

 

[Saredo]

I knew I should've tagged the few cultured folks on this site

@Radical Canjeerorism @Kanini @The Good @Saredo @sophisticate @Medulla @Jiron @beenleey @Afrique @Basic @Wiilyam Ina Sheekh Zubeer @astorecalledkmart

sorry I just saw this.

I don’t have a favorite one. It changes all the time. Right now I like “Les étoiles” by Alphonse de Lamartine.

I like Pushkin and Rumi too. I wish I could read their poems in the original language. Can the translation be as poetic? I feel like I’m only reading interpretations and might miss the message the poet really wanted to convey.

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And how could I forget Japanese haiku ! Love it. Anyways i’ll stop here lol. I don’t want to write an essay on poetry .

 

[Yukon_Niner]

sorry I just saw this.

I don’t have a favorite one. It changes all the time. Right now I like “Les étoiles” by Alphonse de Lamartine.

I like Pushkin and Rumi too. I wish I could read their poems in the original language. Can the translation be as poetic? I feel like I’m only reading interpretations and might miss the message the poet really wanted to convey.

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And how could I forget Japanese haiku ! Love it. Anyways i’ll stop here lol. I don’t want to write an essay on poetry .

That was great, post some more of your favourite. Please.

 

[strawberrii]

Caalin, listen, I'm going to travel
From A to Z carried by language -
The alphabet, alive on the page.

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A to Z

The Poetry Translation Centre gives the best poems from Africa, Asia and Latin America a new life in the English language, working with diaspora communities for whom poetry is of great importance.

www.poetrytranslation.org

You can read the poem in Somali here.

 

[Asrafael]

the death of richard corfield by Sayyid Muhammad Abdulla Xasan (1913)

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me after reading it as a kid

probably the most warlike poem I've ever read

 

[Saredo]

That was great, post some more of your favourite. Please.

Pushkin - Confession

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William Blake - A Poison tree

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Rumi

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[Yukon_Niner]

There once was a country… I left it as a child
but my memory of it is sunlight-clear
for it seems I never saw it in that November
which, I am told, comes to the mildest city.
The worst news I receive of it cannot break
my original view, the bright, filled paperweight.
It may be at war, it may be sick with tyrants,
but I am branded by an impression of sunlight.
The white streets of that city, the graceful slopes
glow even clearer as time rolls its tanks
and the frontiers rise between us, close like waves.
That child’s vocabulary I carried here
like a hollow doll, opens and spills a grammar.
Soon I shall have every coloured molecule of it.
It may by now be a lie, banned by the state
but I can’t get it off my tongue. It tastes of sunlight.
I have no passport, there’s no way back at all
but my city comes to me in its own white plane.
It lies down in front of me, docile as paper;
I comb its hair and love its shining eyes.
My city takes me dancing through the city
of walls. They accuse me of absence, they circle me.
They accuse me of being dark in their free city.
My city hides behind me. They mutter death,
and my shadow falls as evidence of sunlight.

The Émigrée

Pushkin - Confession

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William Blake - A Poison tree

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Rumi

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Exquisite tastes ya ukhti

 

[Helios]

I knew I should've tagged the few cultured folks on this site

@Radical Canjeerorism @Kanini @The Good @Saredo @sophisticate @Medulla @Jiron @beenleey @Afrique @Basic @Wiilyam Ina Sheekh Zubeer @astorecalledkmart

Damn I didn't see the tag

I don't really like reading written poetry but when it's sung in folk songs it's good

Gens Du pays - Quebec "anthem"

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Song of Pomerania

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Dark Eyed Cossack Girl

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[Xasusi]

Rumis poems are sus

 

[Basra]

“On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet.”

― Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage



I will change it to....

On with the dance! Let Joy be unconfin'd;
No sleep till morn, when Old & Tuusbah meet,
to Chase the Glowing Hours with Flying bead beat!



Fare thee well - Lord Byron wrote a poem to his infant daughter & his wife WHO divorced him



“Alas! they had been friends in youth:
But whispering tongues can poison truth;
And constancy lives in realms above;
And life is thorny; and youth is vain;
And to be wroth with one we love,
Doth work like madness in the brain;


Fare thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well:
Even though unforgiving, never
‘Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.


When her little hands shall press thee,
When her lip to thine is pressed,
Think of him whose prayer shall bless thee,
Think of him thy love had blessed!

All my faults perchance thou knowest,
All my madness none can know;
All my hopes, where’er thou goest,
Wither, yet with thee they go.


Fare thee well! thus disunited,
Torn from every nearer tie.
Seared in heart, and lone, and blighted,
More than this I scarce can die.

 

[Alexander The Great]

Can i post a rap song bro?

 

[Wiilyam Ina Sheekh Zubeer]

I knew I should've tagged the few cultured folks on this site

@Radical Canjeerorism @Kanini @The Good @Saredo @sophisticate @Medulla @Jiron @beenleey @Afrique @Basic @Wiilyam Ina Sheekh Zubeer @astorecalledkmart

lol thx for the tag sxb, great thread

Robert Frost was like the main guy we analyzed this is one of his works

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

I like this one by Frost as well

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Goethe's Der Zauberlehrling (The Sorcerer's Apprentice) is my fav because it was the first one we had to memorise that I still remember.
Y'all probably know it from Disney's Fantasia

The Sorcerer's Apprentice
By Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

That old sorcerer has vanished
And for once has gone away!
Spirits called by him, now banished,
My commands shall soon obey.
Every step and saying
That he used, I know,
And with sprites obeying
My arts I will show.

Flow, flow onward
Stretches many
Spare not any
Water rushing,
Ever streaming fully downward
Toward the pool in current gushing.

Come, old broomstick, you are needed,
Take these rags and wrap them round you!
Long my orders you have heeded,
By my wishes now I've bound you.
Have two legs and stand,
And a head for you.
Run, and in your hand
Hold a bucket too.

Flow, flow onward
Stretches many,
Spare not any
Water rushing,
Ever streaming fully downward
Toward the pool in current gushing.

See him, toward the shore he's racing
There, he's at the stream already,
Back like lightning he is chasing,
Pouring water fast and steady.
Once again he hastens!
How the water spills,
How the water basins
Brimming full he fills!

Stop now, hear me!
Ample measure
Of your treasure
We have gotten!
Ah, I see it, dear me, dear me.
Master's word I have forgotten!

Ah, the word with which the master
Makes the broom a broom once more!
Ah, he runs and fetches faster!
Be a broomstick as before!
Ever new the torrents
That by him are fed,
Ah, a hundred currents
Pour upon my head!

No, no longer
Can I please him,
I will seize him!
That is spiteful!
My misgivings grow the stronger.
What a mien, his eyes how frightful!

Brood of hell, you're not a mortal!
Shall the entire house go under?
Over threshold over portal
Streams of water rush and thunder.
Broom accurst and mean,
Who will have his will,
Stick that you have been,
Once again stand still!

Can I never, Broom, appease you?
I will seize you,
Hold and whack you,
And your ancient wood
I'll sever,
With a whetted axe I'll crack you.

He returns, more water dragging!
Now I'll throw myself upon you!
Soon, 0 goblin, you'll be sagging.
Crash! The sharp axe has undone you.
What a good blow, truly!
There, he's split, I see.
Hope now rises newly,
And my breathing's free.

Woe betide me!
Both halves scurry
In a hurry,
Rise like towers
There beside me.
Help me, help, eternal powers!

Off they run, till wet and wetter
Hall and steps immersed are lying.
What a flood that naught can fetter!
Lord and master, hear me crying! -
Ah, he comes excited.
Sir, my need is sore.
Spirits that I've cited
My commands ignore.

"To the lonely
Corner, broom!
Hear your doom.
As a spirit
When he wills, your master only
Calls you, then 'tis time to hear it."

Der Zauberlehrling
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749 – 1832)

Hat der alte Hexenmeister
Sich doch einmal wegbegeben!
Und nun sollen seine Geister
Auch nach meinem Willen leben.
Seine Wort‘ und Werke
Merkt ich und den Brauch,
Und mit Geistesstärke
Tu ich Wunder auch.

Walle! walle
Manche Strecke,
Daß, zum Zwecke,
Wasser fließe
Und mit reichem, vollem Schwalle
Zu dem Bade sich ergieße.

Und nun komm, du alter Besen!
Nimm die schlechten Lumpenhüllen;
Bist schon lange Knecht gewesen:
Nun erfülle meinen Willen!
Auf zwei Beinen stehe,
Oben sei ein Kopf,
Eile nun und gehe
Mit dem Wassertopf!

Walle! walle
Manche Strecke,
Daß, zum Zwecke,
Wasser fließe
Und mit reichem, vollem Schwalle
Zu dem Bade sich ergieße.

Seht, er läuft zum Ufer nieder,
Wahrlich! ist schon an dem Flusse,
Und mit Blitzesschnelle wieder
Ist er hier mit raschem Gusse.
Schon zum zweiten Male!
Wie das Becken schwillt!
Wie sich jede Schale
Voll mit Wasser füllt!

Stehe! stehe!
Denn wir haben
Deiner Gaben
Vollgemessen! –
Ach, ich merk es! Wehe! wehe!
Hab ich doch das Wort vergessen!

Ach, das Wort, worauf am Ende
Er das wird, was er gewesen.
Ach, er läuft und bringt behende!
Wärst du doch der alte Besen!
Immer neue Güsse
Bringt er schnell herein,
Ach! und hundert Flüsse
Stürzen auf mich ein.

Nein, nicht länger
Kann ichs lassen;
Will ihn fassen.
Das ist Tücke!
Ach! nun wird mir immer bänger!
Welche Miene! welche Blicke!

O, du Ausgeburt der Hölle!
Soll das ganze Haus ersaufen?
Seh ich über jede Schwelle
Doch schon Wasserströme laufen.
Ein verruchter Besen,
Der nicht hören will!
Stock, der du gewesen,
Steh doch wieder still!

Willsts am Ende
Gar nicht lassen?
Will dich fassen,
Will dich halten
Und das alte Holz behende
Mit dem scharfen Beile spalten.

Seht, da kommt er schleppend wieder!
Wie ich mich nur auf dich werfe,
Gleich, o Kobold, liegst du nieder;
Krachend trifft die glatte Schärfe.
Wahrlich! brav getroffen!
Seht, er ist entzwei!
Und nun kann ich hoffen,
Und ich atme frei!

Wehe! wehe!
Beide Teile
Stehn in Eile
Schon als Knechte
Völlig fertig in die Höhe!
Helft mir, ach! ihr hohen Mächte!

Und sie laufen! Naß und nässer.
Wirds im Saal und auf den Stufen.
Welch entsetzliches Gewässer!
Herr und Meister! hör mich rufen! –
Ach, da kommt der Meister!
Herr, die Not ist groß!
Die ich rief, die Geister
Werd ich nun nicht los.

»In die Ecke,
Besen! Besen!
Seids gewesen.
Denn als Geister
Ruft euch nur, zu seinem Zwecke,
Erst hervor der alte Meister.«

 

[Zucchini]

God in His infinite wisdom
Did not make me very wise-
So when my actions are stupid
They hardly take God by surprise

 

[Basra]

God in His infinite wisdom
Did not make me very wise-
So when my actions are stupid
They hardly take God by surprise