Life can be the sunshine,
On peaceful days with bright blue skies,
Or life can be the raindrops,
That fall like tears squeezed from your eyes,
Life can be the heaven,
That you'll only reach through hell,
Since you won't know that you're happy,
If you've not been sad as well,
Life can teach hard lessons,
But you'll be wiser once you know,
That even roses need both sunshine,
And a touch of rain to grow.
-E.H. (My favorite poet)
Ongelukje tijdens skaten, kan twee weken niet meer skaten, waaronder de vakantie🤗🙄
saving each other.
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Chaque mont d’Arménie
Est un Arménien immortel pétrifié.
Chaque mont est un ermite,
Un prince, un roi.
Le mont Arnos est un vaillant berger
Derrière son troupeau dans les collines.
Le Mont Antog, prophète arménien
Cœur en feu, figure en pierre.
L’œil en prière est la Mer de Van ;
Narégatsi est le Mont de Sassoun.
Le Mont Varak, comme un aigle,
Est pétrifié ; regarde, c’est le Père.
Et le Mont Achnag, ô gens d’Achnag,
Vous appelant à Mouch, est votre prince.
L’Arakadz est Vih Charan,
Qui désire le pain de Kars.
L’Ararat est Haïk lithographié
Face à l’espérance d’Erevan. Hovannes CHIRAZ (1914-1984)
De quantas graças tinha, a Natureza
Fez um belo e riquíssimo tesouro,
E com rubis e rosas, neve e ouro,
Formou sublime e angélica beleza.
Pôs na boca os rubis, e na pureza
Do belo rosto as rosas, por quem mouro;
No cabelo o valor do metal louro;
No peito a neve em que a alma tenho acesa.
Mas nos olhos mostrou quanto podia,
E fez deles um sol, onde se apura
A luz mais clara que a do claro dia.
Enfim, Senhora, em vossa compostura
Ela a apurar chegou quanto sabia
De ouro, rosas, rubis, neve e luz pura. - Luís de Camões ♡ #nature#green#poem#tuesday#peace#love#usa
The well was dry beside the door, And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house To seek the brook if still it ran; •
Not loth to have excuse to go, Because the autumn eve was fair (Though chill), because the fields were ours, And by the brook our woods were there. •
We ran as if to meet the moon That slowly dawned behind the trees,
The barren boughs without the leaves, Without the birds, without the breeze. •
But once within the wood, we paused Like gnomes that hid us from the moon,
Ready to run to hiding new With laughter when she found us soon. •
Each laid on other a staying hand To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hush we joined to make We heard, we knew we heard the brook. •
A note as from a single place, A slender tinkling fall that made
Now drops that floated on the pool Like pearls, and now a silver blade.
[Going for Water
Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963] 🍂Gordons has the coolest decor
Big engine big balls I smash em to pieces and watch them fall.... with my bare hands 🙌🏻 my grit and muscle, I blast it out my way I born to hustle. I need not nothing but my canvas and me, to flex my shit it's here I'm free. I'd have you puffed out in moments confused in a mo, I'm the real deal and I'm here to glow. You gotta know me then you feel me, with my skills it's your time that heals me. To be wanted and end up in pride, I can't explain just one hell of a ride. Not by few by many and much, eyes the cloud doctor baby... with the #goldentouch#freestylepoetry#landscaping#building#better#future#strong#reliable#smart#neat#poems#poem#loving#the#do#just#doing#doer
"Abducted" - writingsbycalypso "The girl abducted from her sanctuary , brought to a place her old self buried
Her voice from within, now a Queen.
She's always had a side to her
that no one knew , not even her."● ||credit to the artist/photographer||
Persphone- Queen of the underworld ◇
Persephone is a true nature child, being the daughter of the goddess of the harvest. Her mother is also affectionately known as Mother Nature. Persephone is a living example of youth, beauty, and life, and draws the attention of the king of the dead (Not to be confused with death itself, who is Thanatos). While picking flowers with her companions, Persephone is lured away from the group by the most interesting, beautiful, and sweet-smelling blooms she has ever encountered. As she attempts to gather them, a great chasm opens in the earth and Hades bears upon her riding his monstrous chariot pulled by magnificent black stallions. He sweeps her away to the depths of the kingdom of the dead.
// “People will hurt you and you will hurt them, too. And I think, that’s life; finding the ones who are worth the pain. -- And if you want true love than this is it. This is real life. It's not perfect, but it's real and it will last forever." //
its so hard to let people go. all i remember is the sound of their laugh. their smile. their favourite songs. their infinite love of one specific thing. their quirks. their blatant hatred of all things corrupt. their damn powerhouse of a soul. our late night conversations about why we are here. how their eyes glisten like the ocean. and yet these things, these tiny things, are the hardest to forget. i don't think i could ever forget. the most i can say is i'm sorry we did this to each other - but i can't ever truly let you go.