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von Tilly Boesche-Zacharow
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von Djava Wanner
von Pawel Markiewicz
die schönsten Gedichte auf Englisch
von Sleepless Nights
von Tilly Boesche-Zacharow
von Mitch Cohen
von Sleepless Nights
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She is a Muslim.
He is black.
They are gay.

Yes, maybe they are.
But can we really describe people in one word?

For example look at me:
I am a Christian.
I am white.
I am straight.

But if…

von Tilly Boesche-Zacharow
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Here - mother, for your sleeping children,
bedded on newspaper - -
ten baht for a bowl full of rice,
so they can see the morning.

Thanks, Ma´am. In the name
of my sleeping children
bedded on newspaper - -…

Rezitation:
Voice arrangement by Max Berghaus, speaker and Jürgen Wagner, music
von The Poems Land
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Let’s start with a little experiment
Just to show what I really meant
Think of having a daughter
In the past six years you have raised her
She made a painting for you
And now what do you do?
In your eyes it is…

von Tilly Boesche-Zacharow
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How often
were my
heart and soul
knocked from my hands.

How often
have I
picked up and freed
heart and soul
from the gutter´s debris –

to offer
both anew

Übersetzung:…

von Mitch Cohen
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At evening an old angler
greets us in rolled sleeves
and gestures past the lake he comes up from:
yonder long folds of earth rising.
Snow deep down the sides clear through June,
he says, proud like he’d…

von Ekkehard Walter
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Sometimes my poor soul
is tumbling like a whipping bowl,
often I struggled and fall,
but always I was standing up,
because I want win the cup
and so I do not give up.

von Ekkehard Walter
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A cup of coffee
and only for me
that's my daily procession
within a five minute session

von Walt Whitman
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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and…

von Walter W Hölbling
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over millennia the question
what is beauty
has occupied the minds
of great philosophers

museums, galleries, and private homes
as well as public monuments
display the sculptures, paintings, texts,…

von Walter W Hölbling
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one of the Orient’s oldest
and most beautiful important cities
inhabited for thousands of years
by generations after generations
of craftsmen, merchants, artists, dynasties,
famous architects of all styles and…

von Oscar Wilde
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The wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,…

von Djava Wanner
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My soul is courage flying like a dove.

My soul is wisdom and knowledge bursting like a horse galloping.

My soul is understanding like a puppy.

My soul is graceful like a dolphin swimming in the sea.

My soul sings like…

von Tilly Boesche-Zacharow
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- To Reiner -
Stars are hanging
like glistening pearls
at the bosom of heaven.
The coat of the night
covers my bareness,
which is as pale
as the light of the moon.
Selene has lost her soul.…

Rezitation:
Voice arrangement and speaker Max Berghaus
von Tilly Boesche-Zacharow
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Behold! 
Lighter than a draft I was.
Just your breath
made me tremble.
I turned around
toward your thoughts
and your glance
made me dance -
for you.

Übersetzung:

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von Tilly Boesche-Zacharow
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Übersetzung ins Englische von Erich Vio

If you came
deformed, a cripple,
I would hasten to open my door
to let you in.

If you came
despised, defamed and rejected,
I would receive you with joy in my…

von Walter W Hölbling
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the year is new
most wishes old
and have been told before

yet hope dies last

and so
my friends
let‘s have a blast
offer a toast
to all times past
and a hearty cheer
to…

von Mitch Cohen
Bibliothek

        Sonnet for Monique

Hear what a fool you’ve made of me: impelled,
I tune this corny sonnet to the chord
your silver bracelets tingled when you held
me in your arms. Encircled ears implored

for any help…

von Ekkehard Walter
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Sometimes I wanna be free
like an old wildlife tree.
Sometimes I never would be alone
like an once lonesome stone.
Sometimes I dreamed of a new world
where God is there and the streets are of gold
Sometimes I…

von Edgar Allan Poe
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From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My…

von Alexander Zeram
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Walkin' in the brooding heat
I feel as though l' s canned.
Walking through that desert
my thoughts are growing lame.
If the moon should rise again
and the sun could stay -
if a man made love all night…

von Oscar Wilde
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Two crowned Kings, and One that stood alone
With no green weight of laurels round his head,
But with sad eyes as one uncomforted,
And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan
For sins no bleating victim can atone,
And…

von Walter W Hölbling
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a morning breeze draws gentle ripples on the sea
dancing and glittering in the sun
at times more serious wrinkles
on the puckered surface indicate
strong deeper currents down below
moving unseen

shaping…

von James Deahl
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How strong it seems, with so much gone
Of life and love, to stil live on !
                     - John Greenleaf Whittier -

After midnight the house becomes a tomb of silence,
the spider sleeps ln the darkness behind…

von Walter W Hölbling
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drops falling steadily
upon a misty world
far more than fifty shades of green
dazzle your senses
make you
almost
hear
trees bushes flowers
drinking sustenance
ecstatically

von Erich Vio
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He fought with Death upon the stage of Life
teasing his great Opponent, whom he sought
on foreign battlefields, in civil strife
where people freedom's losing battles fought.
Wounded by shells and bullets, caught with ease…

von Edgar Allan Poe
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The ring is on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow;
Satin and jewels grand
And many a rood of land,
Are all at my command,
And I am happy now.

And my lord he loves me well;
But, when first he breathed…

von Ekkehard Walter
Mitglied

The sun arised this morning
Daylight is whispering
a new song
life is all along.

von Uwe Kraus
Mitglied

this reveal my equality!
my damaged brain read my mind.
I can't get your affection.
my disturbed melody
hangs desperate in a spider net.

the truth of nothing
is nothing.

somebody confuse my insurance –…

von Oscar Wilde
Bibliothek

To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught
Of all the great things men have saved from Time,
The withered body of a girl was brought
Dead ere the world's glad youth had touched its prime,
And seen by lonely Arabs…

von Asja Aditi
Mitglied

In the middle
of nowhere
I'm standing
alone
Around me
the waves
do
bust
Around me
the wind
does
blow
I'm standing
still
I do not
sing
I do not

von Ekkehard Walter
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A shout, a cry
and than he die.
Many others looked at him
but no one else helped poor Tim.
This happened in our Germany
and the others are so free.

von Dieter J Baumgart
Mitglied

Words
are the key
to your soul

Cautiously, I open
door after door

And the echo of my words
lingers on in space

Then I see you

And you
take my words
and hold them
in your hands…

von Jürgen Wagner
Mitglied

When the clouds pass by
and the morning sun rises,
when the mountains stick out
and a pine me surprises,

when the bad rain has stopped
and the mist has gone away,
I enjoy the the wide view
and the peace…

von Walter W Hölbling
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at least one shooting every week
congress & president mild and meek
whatever they might do or say
no blame goes to the NRA

that keeps abusing the 2nd amendment
who needs militias today?!
and thanks to…

von Walter W Hölbling
Mitglied

has been appreciated
over centuries
proven by epigrams and haikus

but the technology
of our time
has made it mandatory
to express yourself
in as few words as possible

in order to…

von Tilly Boesche-Zacharow
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I listened within myself
and heard the sounds of bells.
On wings of birds
and shining gleam
I slid into the sea.
And when I had emerged again
I knew – there was no doubt in me –
that klinging deep down in…

Rezitation:
Sprecher: Max Berghaus, Musikalische Begleitung: Jürgen Wagner
von Walt Whitman
Bibliothek

Ah, not this marble, dead and cold:
Far from its base and shaft expanding—the round zones circling,
comprehending,

Thou, Washington, art all the world's, the continents' entire—
not yours alone, America,

Europe's…

von Djava Wanner
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Sitting in peaceful places
Upon nature's natural faces
Silent sounds of the river's rushing
The wind with the trees harmoniously brushing

Quiet clouds above calmly passing by
A lake of blue and white that pleases…

von Oscar Wilde
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Oft have we trod the vales of Castaly
And heard sweet notes of sylvan music blown
From antique reeds to common folk unknown:
And often launched our bark upon that sea
Which the nine Muses hold in empery,
And ploughed…

von Mitch Cohen
Bibliothek

    1
I don’t like it here under this rock;
No food, no drink, and I can’t even talk.

    2
"God will preserve thee," soothed the apostle.
I died, and I wonder, "Perhaps as a fossil?"

    3

von Annelie Kelch
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Heute ist Bloomsday, ihr Lieben,
… and I swear, if I' ll be able to go
- somehow - I' ll go down …
all the funny small streets which
are surrounded with blue, violet and yellow
houses and all the rosesgardens

von Jürgen Wagner
Mitglied

I heard the wind, I heard the earth
I heard the cries of a mother’s birth
I heard the stream, I heard the leaves
I heard the bells of Christmas Eves
I heard the sea, I heard the fire,
I heard a song of an Irish lyre…

von Oscar Wilde
Bibliothek

Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clay
I had climbed the higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the larger day.

From the wildness of my wasted passion I had struck a better,…

von Walter W Hölbling
Mitglied

our classic tales of war and victory
tell stories of substantial gains
in land, human resources, treasures,
from Homer, Cesar, Charles the Great,
to Ghengis Khan, Napoleon,
the Spanish, then the British empires, etc…

von Tilly Boesche-Zacharow
Bibliothek

I found you, helpless tree -
swaying and dancing in wind,
all the branches full of dreams
I could see
and many drops of dew on them.

When I saw you again
you were without life and destroyed,
GOD in…

Rezitation:
Sprecher: Max Berghaus, Musikalische Begleitung: Jürgen Wagner
von Kilian Schwanke
Mitglied

excuse me if this is too much
it feels like you're too hot to touch
and when you're gone it feels so rough
my body aches never has enough

my friends they think im losing it
and im honestly not doubting this

von Djava Wanner
Mitglied

Wonder what it's like to be scared every day,
Knowing war and destruction are on the way?
Not able to run and play in the park,
Never camp out in the yard after dark.

A lot of children in far off places,
That look…

von Djava Wanner
Mitglied

Sometimes we see things that aren't meant to be seen.
Sometimes things aren't always as they seem.

Sometimes we need someone to call our own,
Especially when we're alone.

Sometimes people just can't understand
Why…

von Dieter J Baumgart
Mitglied

How glad that everybody knows,
that Trumpelstiltskin is my name.

von Jürgen Jost
Mitglied

A lady from Old Pasture Lane,
gained publicity and fame,
for she was an amateur sleuth,
eager to reveal the truth.

Miss Marple is astute and quirky,
clears murder cases tough and murky.
Her closest friend is…

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Englische Gedichte (English Poems) sind schon von daher auch für deutschsprachige Leser und Interessenten an der Literatur und den Gedanken eines bestimmten Schriftstellers interessant, weil sie die Gedichte der englischsprachigen Autorinnen und Autoren im Original und unverfälscht wiedergeben. So manche der Übersetzungen von englischen Gedichten, die man im World Wide Web finden kann, wären vielleicht nicht im Sinne des ursprünglichen Autors gewesen und sind vielmehr eine Interpretation des Ursprungstextes, als eine Übersetzung. Noch schlimmer wird es, wenn englische Gedichte einfach durch einen der zahlreichen automatischen Übersetzer "geschickt" werden.

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