Tavi mīļākie dzejoļi angļu valodā, uzraksti! Opcijas

[Yume]

Yellow Eyes

We've roamed the wild country
My beautiful yellow eyes,
Side by side we've hunted
Shadows dancing on northern skies.

There have been times of plenty
We were content and serene,
Peacefully sleeping
Dangers few and far between.

We've also known much hunger
Ribs protruding from each side,
Mournfully we howled
When our starving cubs had died.

And then there was our first winter
Romping thru the glistening snow,
Tasting each crystal snowflake
Falling gently to and fro.

Ah my dear, sweet yellow eyes
I've known no greater love,
Without you, I am nothing
Our wild souls are one.

And now you lay there dying
Steel jaws upon your frame,
Life's blood slowly seeping
I whimper your sweet name.

Helpless, I watch you struggle
Chest heaving with labored breath,
Steel jaws clenching tighter
Winds whisper the song of death.

The blood has now stopped flowing
I know the time is near,
And you will forever leave me
My love, my life, my dear.

And now my world is silent
Your struggles now have ceased,
I lay my head upon you
And know you are at peace.

Perhaps your soul has lifted
To skies where eagles soar,
And there you'll greet your brothers
To run with them forever more.

And someday I shall find you
In the heaven's so far above,
And when our wild soul's unite
There'll be no greater love.

Šo rakstu rediģēja Reiki: 07.12.2004 14:08

[Potere]

Vai jums kādā grāmatā vai varbūt prātā ir kāds dzejolis angļu valodā??? Ja ir tad būtu labi ja jūs viņu uzrakstītu!!!

Man viens ir par...

My friend is Kitty
And she is pretty.
Your friend is Samson
And he is handsome.
My friend is Nelly
Her hair is curly.
Your friend is Ray
He eyes are grey
My friend is Kate
Her hair is straight.


Par hobijiem.

My hobby is reading
And playing chess
My hobby is sewing
And making dress


My hobby is dancing
And listening to music
My hobby is drawing
And it is amusing.


Visi dzejoļi no Poteres ir no 4. klases angļu valodas grāmatas.

Šo rakstu rediģēja Roviela: 28.05.2004 11:37

[NovemberNövelet]

10 things I hate about you poem

I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots

and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you’re always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you’re not around,

and the fact that you didn’t call.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,

not even close…

not even a little bit…

not even at all.
Varbuut kaads atpaziis (IMG:http://www.kurbijkurne.lv/forums/style_emoticons/kurb_gaiss/happy.gif)

[sirius]

Reiki, man liekas, ka tas bija no "Spītnieces savaldīšanas" (angliski "10 Things I Hate About You")... (IMG:http://www.kurbijkurne.lv/forums/style_emoticons/kurb_gaiss/whistling.gif) Tā bija jauka filma... Anyway, te nu tad būtu mans pievienojums:

So how are you today?
Do you ever feel this way?
Do you ever feel this pain inside?

Don't ever turn away,
Don't leave me here to stay,
Please make this ache in me subside.

Do you ever feel anything like I do?
I doubt it...
Do you ever see anything the way I do?
Don't think so somehow...
So go ahead, turn away and leave me,
Just leave me like always,
You'll never feel my love for you.

You never meant to stay,
You never meant to save the day,
You never meant to be with me at all.

And I beg you to stay,
Help me make it through just this day,
Help me make this pain go away,
But you won't stay, you just won't stay...

Nu, un ja nu kāds ļoti grib zināt, dzejolis ir manis pašsacerēts.

[NovemberNövelet]

Sirius, jap, tas ir tieshi no turienes (IMG:http://www.kurbijkurne.lv/forums/style_emoticons/kurb_gaiss/happy.gif)

Timber

Free of spirit, body and soul
To her heart there was no key,
Captured by nothing, nothing at all
I wonder even by me.

In her veins ran the ultimate symbol
Of triumph over time,
Her beauty was a picture
Of the perfect design.

Her eyes held the ghost of ancestors
That roamed before,
Strength, courage and grace
She was to the core.

High upon a mountain
She now stands so regally,
A wisp of wind, she fades away
But not from my memory.

[Yume]

Two days.

There are two days in every week
about which we should not worry,
two days which should be kept free
from fear and apprehension.

One of these days is Yesterday
with all its mistakes and cares,
its faults and blunders,
its aches and pains.

Yesterday has passed forever
beyond our control.
All the money in the world
cannot bring back Yesterday.

We cannot undo a single act
we performed;
We cannot erase a single word
we said.

Yesterday is gone forever.

The other day we should not
worry about is Tomorrow
with all its possible adversities,
its burdens, its large promise,
and its poor performance;
Tomorrow is also beyond
our immediate control.

Tomorrow's sun will rise,
either in splendor or
behind a mask of clouds,
but it will rise.
Until it does,
we have no stake in Tomorrow,
for it is yet to be born.

This leaves only one day,
Today
Any person can fight the battle
of just one day.
It is when you and I add the burdens
of those two awful eternities
Yesterday and Tomorrow
that we break down.

It is not the experience of Today
that drives a person mad,
it is the remorse or bitterness
of something which happened Yesterday
and the dread of what Tomorrow may bring.

Let us, therefore, live but one day at a time.

Šo rakstu rediģēja Yume: 09.04.2004 22:05

[ils]

http://www.indiana.edu/~librcsd/etext/piper/
Man prātā grāmata, kas pati ir viens liels dzejolis.

[bengalaas]

Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree
In the cool of the day, having fed to satiety
On my legs my heart my liver and that which had been
contained
In the hollow round of my skull. And God said
Shall these bones live? shall these
Bones live? And that which had been contained
In the bones (which were already dry) said chirping:
Because of the goodness of this Lady
And because of her loveliness, and because
She honours the Virgin in meditation,
We shine with brightness.
(..)
Under a juniper-tree the bones sang, scattered and
shining
We are glad to be scattered, we did little good to each
other,
Under a tree in the cool of the day, with the blessing of
sand,
Forgetting themselves and each other, united
In the quiet of the desert. This is the land which ye
Shall divide by lot. And neither division nor unity
Matters. This is the land. We have our inheritance.


Hm, normāli es šitādus murgus nelasu, bet gadījās uzdurties T.S.Eliotam... Tas ir fragments no "Ash Wednesday". Un, nedomāju, ka slikti zinu angļu valodā, bet šitajā sapratu... ļoti maz... (IMG:http://www.kurbijkurne.lv/forums/style_emoticons/kurb_gaiss/huh.gif)

[ils]

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
by Wendell Berry

Love the quick profits, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.
Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not harvest.
Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion -- put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to give birth?
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighst your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn't go. Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

http://www.sustainable-city.org/articles/farmer.htm
Es pat nezinu, par ko tur ir - varbūt kāds iztulkos!

[Dekaels]

Klasiķis....
WILLIAM BLAKE (1757 - 1827)

THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance,
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live
Or if I die.

LONDON

I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every black'ning church appals;
And the hapless soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down palace walls.

But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.

THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more,
If we did not make somebody Poor:
And Mercy no more could be,
If all were as happy as we:

And mutual fear brings peace:
Till the selfish loves increase.
Then Cruelty knits a snare,
And spreads his baits with care.

He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears:
Then Humility takes its root
Underneath his foot.

Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head;
And the Gatterpiller and Fly,
Feed on the Mystery.

And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat:
And the Raven his nest has made.
In its thickest shade.

The Gods of the earth and sea,
Sought thro' Nature to find this Tree
But their search was all in vain;
There grows one in the Human Brain

[morgion]

Vienkaarss dzejoliits:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
The sugar is sweet
And so are you...

kaut kur dzirdeets ne? (IMG:http://www.kurbijkurne.lv/forums/style_emoticons/kurb_gaiss/grin.gif)

[ils]

The Rushes
A jolly fisherman sat
On the river bank,
And before him rushes
Rocked in the breeze.
He cut off a dry reed
And poked-out some holes,
On one side he squeezed,
And on the other he blew.

And, as if coming to life,
The reed spoke out --
In the voice of a [woman]
And in the voice of the wind.
And the reed sang sorrowfully:
"Leave me, leave me!
Fisherman, wonderful fisherman,
You're tormenting me!

I was a maiden,
A beauty was I,
In my step-mother's dungeon
I blossomed,
And many grief-laden tears
I innocently cried,
and to an early grave
I blasphemously called.

And there was a favorite son
Of my step-mother's:
He deceived young beauties,
And frightened honest people.
And once we walked near evening
On a steep bank --
To look on the dark-blue waves,
And on the golden horizon.

He asked for my love, --
But love I could not,
He offered me money, --
But I did not take it;
He killed unfortunate me,
Struck my chest with his knife,
And buried my corpse here
On this steep bank.

And over my grave
Grew a these rushes
And in them lives
My young soul's grief.
Fisherman, wonderful fisherman,
Leave your reed.
It's not in your power to help me
And you're not used to crying!"

Šo rakstu rediģēja ils: 19.05.2004 16:56

[Trusite]

she doesn't love me now
she doesn't know me now,
but she's my girl, she's my babe

vai nav miili? (IMG:http://www.kurbijkurne.lv/forums/style_emoticons/kurb_gaiss/wub.gif)

[poga]

(IMG:http://www.kurbijkurne.lv/forums/style_emoticons/kurb_gaiss/grin.gif) i hate you
you hate me
we are ````ing bad family

merry christmas!




man dikti patiik,kaut gan tas naw orgjinaals-shis ir iedwesmas un laba garastaawoklja beerns!;) (IMG:http://www.kurbijkurne.lv/forums/style_emoticons/kurb_gaiss/grin.gif)

[Grims]

Bija man te tāc dzejolītis galvā... (IMG:http://www.kurbijkurne.lv/forums/style_emoticons/kurb_gaiss/whistling.gif)
_____________________________________________________________
Three rings for the elven kings under the sky
Seven for the dwarf lords in their halls of stone
Nine for mortal men doomed to die
One ring for the dark lord in his dark throne
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie
One ring to rule them all one ring to find them
One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie

[ils]

An Angel

I wish I had your pair of wings.
Had them last night in my dreams
I was chasin' butterflies
Till the sunrise broke my eyes.

Tonight the sky has glued my eyes
Cause what they see's an angel hive
I've got to touch that magic sky
And greet the angels in their hives.

Sometimes I wish I were an angel
Sometimes I wish I were you. (2x)

All the sweet honey from above
Pour it all over me sweet love
And while you're flying around my head
Your honey kisses keep me fed.

I wish I had a pair of wings
Just like last night in my dreams.
I was lost in paradise
I wish I'd never opened my eyes.

Sometimes...

But ther's danger in the air
Tryin' so hard to be unfair.
Danger's in the air
Tryin' so hard to give up a scare.
But we are not afraid!

Sometimes...

I wish I were you
Oh, I wish I were you.

© 1994 The Kelly Family

Ja kāds grib vēl arī citus - lūdzu - http://www.srobarka.sk/hudba/kelly/lyrics.html

[ils]

Leonard Cohen. Dance me to the end of love.


Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

[ils]

Don't Come Easy
by Kevin Sinclair

Sleep don't come easy now
The night is dark and black
With fog of hazy memories
Times when you were with me
And we talked until the new day
Lost in our own world
But dreams are never real
Just what would have been good
If there had been courage
To be more honest.

Words don't come easy now
The pain of the moment has past
But it still lives on in the memory
Colouring the present times
I remember when you laughed
It brought tears to your eyes
Which sparkled in the candle light
We could have been so good
If we had only been able to share
The feelings we had deep inside.

Laughter don't come easy now
Too many self recriminations
Get in the way of living
There has been loving somewhere
A distant memory is all that's left
Like a blind man being guided
Need a tug boat to bring this ship
Into the wharf so as to unload
If we had only been able to touch
So gently and full of care.

Tears don't come easy now
As there is no one to wipe them away
Dried up like a shriveled prune
Need some water and sunlight
There is a seed just waiting
Will it get the chance to grow
It's so long since this desert
Has seen rain fall from the sky
If only we had spoken kind words
There might have been a way.

Life don't come easy now
Wasted opportunities and regrets
Debris litters the way ahead
There's a wasteland left behind
Into this still silence of mine
There came a very faint sound
Someone whispering my name
Couldn't they shout out loud
If only there had been the time
Could have said "I love you".

Too soon forgotten
Too soon past
One more time
Is all I ask.

http://www.ksinclair.com/poetry/index.htm

[ils]

The Road To Hell.
by Chris Rea.

Well I'm standing by a river
But the water doesn't flow
It boils with every poison you can think of
And I'm underneath the streetlight
But the light of joy I know
Scared beyond belief way down in the shadows
And the perverted fear of violence
Chokes the smile on every face
And common sense is ringing out the bell
This ain't no technological breakdown
Oh no, this is the road to hell

And all the roads jam up with credit
And there's nothing you can do
It's all just bits of paper flying away from you
Oh look out world, take a good look
What comes down here
You must learn this lesson fast and learn it well
This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway
Oh no, this is the road
Said this is the road
This is the road to hell

*****

Rory Gallagher
ROAD TO HELL
Defender - 1987

Soft-soaped on the road to Hell.
So many times I've tripped and fell.
No chances left.
The sky is falling down on me.
Yeah....

One step from the demons' fire.
Can't stop the train, and flames get higher.
Too late to save me.
The wall's coming down on me.

Yeah...

Broken wishes and broken dreams.
Close to the edge, I cut it lean.
No Regrets,
The flame's getting higher on me.

Yeah...

Push the tempo, push the time.
No excuses, not this time.
No way out.
The ground's opening up on me.

Yeah...oh yeah...

Can you feel the heat?
Coming from the street.
Pouring down on me...yeah..

They tried to keep me on a long thin chain,
Thanks, but no thanks just the same.
You saw it coming,
The devil's got the jump on me.

Yeah...

Lost soul on the road to Hell.
Wind up the motor and ring the bell.
No stopping now,
The pain's coming down on me.

Yeah

Straight time on the road to Hell.
No mercy time at the wishing well.
No turning back,
The Angels gonna cry on me.

Yeah....

[ils]

* www.Ferienlagerkult.de *
* *
* webmaster@Ferienlagerkult.de *
********************************

DJ Ötzi - Do Wah Diddy
======================

Hello party people, put your hands up in the air
and sing now with me !
There she was just a-walkin' down the street,
singin' "Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"
c´mon one more time
There she was just a-walkin' down the street,
singin' "Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"

F B C B F B C B C B

F B F
There she was just a-walkin' down the street,
singin' "Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"
Snappin' her fingers and shufflin' her feet,
singin' "Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"

B F B F B F B F
She looked good (looked good), she looked fine (looked fine)
She looked good, she looked fine and I nearly lost my mind

Before I knew it she was walkin' next to me,
singin' "Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"
Holdin' my hand just as natural as can be,
singin' "Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"

We walked on (walked on) to my door (my door)
We walked on to my door, then we kissed a little more

Dm
Whoa-oh, I knew we was falling in love
B C
Yes I did, and so I told her all the things I'd been dreamin' of

F B C B F B C B C (2x)

Now we're together nearly every single day,
singin' "Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"
A-we're so happy and that's how we're gonna stay,
singin' "Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"

Well I'm hers (I'm hers), she's mine (she's mine)
I'm hers, she's mine, wedding bells are gonna chime

Whoa-oh, I knew we was falling in love...

Now we're together nearly every single day...

Well I'm hers (I'm hers), she's mine (she's mine)...

Whoa-oh, I knew we was falling in love...

F B C B F B C B C (2x)

Whoa-allright clap your hands c´mon c´mon c´mon
one two, one two three four

She looked good, she looked fine, She looked good, she looked fine,
she looked good, she looked fine, and I nearly lost my mind

There she was just a-walkin' down the street...

She looked good (looked good), she looked fine (looked fine),
She looked good, she looked fine and I nearly lost my mind
singin' "Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"
"Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"
"Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"
She looks good (looked good), I look good (you look good)
Danke schön