Write your favourite poem

[Oum Lina et Lilia]

Hi all of you girls
How are you
I hope fine

Well, here is a new opportunity to refresh our literature knowledge

Each member is invited to write her favourite poems, Expresions
Or any quotation from any book that is still stick in your mind

Well, let me start
I'll write down one of my favourite poems

Ships that pass in the night,
and speak each other in passing,
only a signal shown,
and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life,
we pass and speak one another,
only a look and a voice, then darkness
again and a silence

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

What about you girls
I hope that you will participate and enjoy the game

[-جنان-]

Very nice games with strong and fruitful objectives
Thanks Dear Touraya for sharing it with us
Well, in fact
I had learnt maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaany poems during my studies at the university but I forgot most of them
I will go back with a nice poem of course, but now what comes to my mind is a wonderful expression I saw it in my sister's email and it sticks in my memory and I like it very much

If you can't believe that a shoe can change your life, just ask the Candrilla
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[QuEeN]

What a nice idea Touraya


You are always great

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Surr I will participate dear
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I will be back soon Enshala

[Oum Lina et Lilia]

Very nice games with strong and fruitful objectives
Thanks Dear Touraya for sharing it with us
Well, in fact
I had learnt maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaany poems during my studies at the university but I forgot most of them
I will go back with a nice poem of course, but now what comes to my mind is a wonderful expression I saw it in my sister's email and it sticks in my memory and I like it very much

If you can't believe that a shoe can change your life, just ask the Candrilla
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hhhhhhhhhhhhhh

What a nice idea Touraya

You are always great

:
:
Surr I will participate dear
:
:
I will be back soon Enshala

Thank you, sweet ladies
I'm so glad that you like the game

What about other girls
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[d_nina]

it's a very nice game
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Life is for dreamers and I'm a believer

[Oum Lina et Lilia]

Here is another favourite poem of mine

Nature

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leaves his broken play things on the floor,

Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;

So nature deals with us, and takes away
Our play things one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go

Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay
Being so fall of sleep to understand
How far the unknown transcends the what we know.

"Henry Longfellow"

[-جنان-]

Here are one of my favourite poems that I have studied in the university
I hope you will like it

It's so long

To his coy mistress

By Andrew Marvell

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood;
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv'd virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am'rous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour,
Than languish in his slow-chapp'd power.
Let us roll all our strength, and all
Our sweetness, up into one ball;
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life.
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

[Oum Lina et Lilia]

It's a nice poem dear OUM RAYAN even, as you have said, it's so long but it's a good one


What about other girls
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Don't tell me you don't like the idea