Englische Gedichte ✓ beliebte englischsprachige Gedichte
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.
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 - -…
heart and soul
knocked from my hands.
picked up and freed
heart and soul
from the gutter´s debris –
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…
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.
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…
A cup of coffee
and only for me
that's my daily procession
within a five minute session
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…
the year is new
most wishes old
and have been told before
yet hope dies last
let‘s have a blast
offer a toast
to all times past
and a hearty cheer
- 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.…
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…
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,…
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…
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,…
Lighter than a draft I was.
Just your breath
made me tremble.
I turned around
toward your thoughts
and your glance
made me dance -
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…
drops falling steadily
upon a misty world
far more than fifty shades of green
dazzle your senses
trees bushes flowers
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
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…
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,
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
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…
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…
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…
In the middle
I do not
I do not
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…
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.
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
take my words
and hold them
in your hands…
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…
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
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…
The sun arised this morning
Daylight is whispering
a new song
life is all along.
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
somebody confuse my insurance –…
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…
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