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Matthew English Sigh... - Poem by Matthew English I feel drained. Love, life emotion, all gone. Just one word from you is enough to lift my hopes, my smile. I hate how you’re just so busy… well what i mean is, have no time for me. It’s selfish i know but, i just want to see you smile, hold your hand and rest my head on your shoulder. I know i see you everyday, but that’s not enough. I want to see you after hours, happy and relaxed. Sigh… I guess i’ll just have to get used to this feeling, forget somehow.. live through all these empty replies. Comments about Sigh... by Matthew English Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe
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Brandy Avery ~ Scairteann An Ghrian ~ - Poem by Brandy Avery Maidin álainn, an ghrian a thagann i gcónaí amach. I gcás go leor cúiseanna chaill mé mo bhealach. I ngach áit liom dul ann i gcónaí stares. A dhéanann sé cosúil nach bhfuil a lán atá i ndáiríre agus go fírinneach cúram. Ba mhaith liom ach duine éigin a roinnt. D'iarr duine éigin a chase ar shiúl an tromluí. Tá an ghrian clúdaithe ag an taobh clé de scamaill. Cloiseann aon duine fiú nuair a scream mé os ard. Leagann Mo cheol saor in aisce dom. An rud amháin go ndéanann dom, dom. D'athraigh mé an dath mo chuid gruaige. Cén fáth a bhfuil tú ag mothú go fóill ar an stares olc. Shoots Mo pian síos mo lámh. Tugann dom pian agus is féidir dochar a. Níl mo chorp ag iarraidh bia. Dúirt mo inchinn a maith. Ní dóigh liom gur mhaith liom. Níl aon duine riamh a fheiceann. Tá mo dánta dorcha cosúil le mo mhothúcháin den saol. Déanaim iarracht a bheith ina dea-bhean chéile. Shíl mé go leor faoi bhás. Ach d'athraigh mé mo shláinte. Ní mór dom a bheith anseo a chosaint mo buachaillí. Ón bulaithe agus na bréagáin bhriste. Tá mé fós anseo mar gheall ar thug siad dom go léir an sólás. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ Scairteann An Ghrian ~ by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe