poem
summer
summer is a time for relaxastion
there is a sudden chance for hesitation
think about things clearly
see things that once were not so clear.
spend time with friends and everyone
do things you might not have ever done
take in the green scenery
the birds whistle like a loud train
there is no sight of the usual rain.
summer is near at end
the rest of the year sets to begin
don't allow that upset feelin' to consume you
for summer will roll around quickly yet again.
Get a job
Forechoosingly a Summer one
thanks caspian
you written any poems etc yourself?
To write a poem in a foreign language is very impressive. It would seem churlish to point out small mistakes. Someone who does this is called a 'prick' and this is also the name for a small penis. However I did notice one or two small mistakes.
The first one is the first line or couplet.
"summer is a time for relaxastion
there is a sudden chance for hesitation"
"A sudden chance for hesitation": does not make much sense. 'Hesitation' is when you descide not to do something, 'have cold feet'. How about trying 'inspiration' instead. Presumably what we are talking about are 'holiday romances'.
"Summer is a time for relaxation
There is a sudden chance for inspiration"
This line is also a little odd:
the birds whistle like a loud train
there is no sight of the usual rain.
Can you think of something other than 'whistle like a loud train'. Perhaps, 'whistle like a happy train', (images of Thomas the Tank engine). Sorry, I have to go, Bigos awaits me!
the birds whistle like a happy train
there is no sight of the usual rain.
bigos awaits?
oh i accept your criticism is helpful to correct my mistakes ..
i just wrote this down in literally 2 minutes, i had no first drafts and did not proof it .. i just wanted to give you an account straight from my mind
thanks !
@ a native speaker
A small penis AND a small brain, good for you.
lol, keep the comments rolling !
thank you fo that poem, guest 11
What am I to do this summer?
So far nothing but a real bummer;
I wish to be like Joe Strummer,
I want to have a Strummer-summer!
Hey, hey!
Fo, fo, fo, fo, fo, fo, fo, fo, fo, fo!
I wish my life would be a loud train!
Like Van Gogh; painting again and again,
and again; a madman in existential pain;
alive ev'ry moment, not one spent in vain!
Hey, hey!
Fo, fo, fo, fo, fo, fo, fo, fo, fo, fo!