i write poetry and kind of stories well you will see what i write!im i6 !! i love music more then ever!! queen bob dylan bob marley kings of leon muse pixies.... oh i could go on and on!!! i went to belarus at easter to volenteer in an orphange for people with special needs and that was amazing it changed my whole life for ever! i know what i wanna do now! and all the children are so beautiful and so in need of love!! i went back two weeks ago!!amazing place im gonna keep going for ever! i love ap its and amazing website!!!
im really proud of being irish! this is an amazing irish poem! This Raftery poem is a famous one. In fact it was written on the backside of the Irish 5 Punt note. He was a wandering musician with a fiddle and like so many vagrant musicians of the time (c. 1784 - 1835 ) he was blind.
Is Mise Raifteirí an file,
Lán dúchais is grádh,
Le súile gan solas,
Le ciúnas gan crá.
Ag dul síar ar m'aistear
Le solas mo chroí
Fann agus tuirseach
Go deireadh mo shlí
Féach anois mé
Is mo chúl le bhfalla
Ag seinm ceoil
Do phócaí folamh
in english it means
I'm Raftery the poet,
Full of hope and love,
With eyes without sight,
My mind without torment.
Going west on my journey
By the light of my heart.
Weary and tired
To the end of my road
Behold me now
With my back to the wall
Playing music
To empty pockets.
talk soon
ana
im really proud of being irish! this is an amazing irish poem! This Raftery poem is a famous one. In fact it was written on the backside of the Irish 5 Punt note. He was a wandering musician with a fiddle and like so many vagrant musicians of the time (c. 1784 - 1835 ) he was blind.
Is Mise Raifteirí an file,
Lán dúchais is grádh,
Le súile gan solas,
Le ciúnas gan crá.
Ag dul síar ar m'aistear
Le solas mo chroí
Fann agus tuirseach
Go deireadh mo shlí
Féach anois mé
Is mo chúl le bhfalla
Ag seinm ceoil
Do phócaí folamh
in english it means
I'm Raftery the poet,
Full of hope and love,
With eyes without sight,
My mind without torment.
Going west on my journey
By the light of my heart.
Weary and tired
To the end of my road
Behold me now
With my back to the wall
Playing music
To empty pockets.
talk soon
ana
- Last seen on Dec 1 4:02 AM 2007. Member since September 2, 2007.
- I am a 16 year old woman (Ireland)
- When I'm not writing, I'm student.
- I have 4 comments, 46 poems, 4 stories
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The sky was dark a few stars eyes twinkled in the evening sky. The lit stage showed the figures of the dancers move and twist in expressive dance. The crowd sat shivering in awe. There was a chill that blew over them that sum700 words, November 12, 2007. In Love
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I had to get away. I was over whelmed with desperation to escape doing any more gardening. I stood pretending to work but in my head I was planning the mother plan of all escape plans. My plan was simple, on my left at about
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Words as strong as memories repeat in my mind. Fingers run over the words a lovers touch trying to find.<100 words, 1 comment, November 7, 2007. In Love
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Words as strong as memories repeat in my mind. Fingers run over the words a lovers touch trying to find. - his girl at allpoetry
Words so petty that mean so little, Now meaningful and strong they are no longer brittle. - umbrella at allpoetry
Searching for something that was given away, Not wanting it back just looking so near it you can stay.
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Ray Von on September 4, 2007I remember that poem!!!! We had to learn it with Colm!!
