BrettspielWelt

hooooi  ;D

auch nach 12 Jahren Schule hat man mir einen gaaanz rudimentären Sinn für Gedichte noch nicht ganz kaputt machen können. Also dacht ich mir, schreiben wir hier eben mal ein paar hübsche Gedichte auf...wollt auch gleich anfanegn...habs aber irgendwei verlegt *ggg*...aber ahb n anderes egfunden, das eigentlich auch ganz hübsch ist *gg*

London

William Blake (1794)


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 od 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 appalls;
And the hapless Soldier´s 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 teh Marriage hearse.

jajaja, reiiiiiiißendes Interesse in diesem Thread ;)

Ich schreib trotzdem noch eins....

Losses
Stephen Stepanchev


The earth, an oblate sphere, slows down,
Second by second, in its erratic, elliptical orbit,
As molten, metallic seas slosh around its interior.
The moon slides in and hooks onto twigs,
The fingertips of teh beech, which assess the dark air.
I live in an as-if, subjunctive mode
Since our lives dropped their indicative.
A fraction of wall still stands nearby,
A fraction of my crumbling will.
Rocking, I draw a pail of stars
From the East River, which turn to tears.
My friends have all died or moved away.
The sky is snowing ash.

ich habs gelesen  ;D

ich auch
supi gell *g

*g ungemein ;)