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my poems (self-written)
Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:54 pm
by sarythrar
pls review my poems...
maybe i will post other poems too
i have a collection of now 116 poems, but the most of them are in german...all my poems are written by myself
i have a few french and english now..
i will post them
i'm sorry for my bad english

you're all free to keep my mistakes ^^
#EBT Numero Due
written by chris
in a community they are searching
to get a new hit every day
maybe a habit in a way
but for all, it is amazing!
they are named Eurobilltrackers
like it's said, they track bills
each new bill tracked for the thrills
beside users also some crackers
from where comes that bill?
and where will it go?
you can be the one screaming BINGO!
oh, its from lion's hill
register now and be one of us
try to find a hit only for you
on
http://www.eurobilltracker.eu" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;
maybe you get a hit-bonus
#lion's hill is a special point near Waterlooo, Belgium
Re: my poems (self-written)
Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:55 pm
by sarythrar
EBT
von chris
Die Euro-Noten verfolgen sie
und von Hits dabei erfreut
erstellen sie eine Theorie
auf der Welt sind sie verstreut
EB-Tracker kurz genannt
sind sie zu finden for you
auf eigener Homepage bekannt
http://www.eurobilltracker.eu" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;
Re: my poems (self-written)
Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:56 pm
by sarythrar
L'Amour
von chris
Depuis un temps je suis amoureux
mais je ne sais si tu veux
je suis vraiment fou de toi
je veux te demande d'aller avec moi
Tu es cette blonde aux yeux bleus
dans mon coeur t'as fait un feu
sans toi le ciel et seulement gris
quand tu es là, la nature fleuris
ta conduit est très élégant
même ta regard jamais fatigant
tu diffuses de l'humeur joviale
pour moi tu es toujours spéciale
Re: my poems (self-written)
Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:56 pm
by sarythrar
Wrong
von chris
Every time when I see you
in my dreams there is a preview
you're walking over the street
and I scream to you 'how sweet'
I really hate that shit day
when you came up that way
with an unknown bad boy
all I want was to destroy
I didn't asked you why
so you went and passed by
hope that one day you'll realize
that only I can show you butterflies
My dream falls into pieces
and my heart get many bruises
I know time heals everything
even if not I loose nothing
Re: my poems (self-written)
Posted: Thu Mar 04, 2010 7:57 pm
by sarythrar
Paris
von chris
Paris le centre touristique
avec des gens normaux et exotiques
tout est parfait pour se stationner
si non il faut retourner
beaucoup de magasins et restaurants
les habitants sont souriants
des symboles comme la tour Eiffel
à côté de quelque gratte-ciel
on doit aimer la ville de Paris
on la visite, on est surpris
beaucoup de choses à decouvrir
et des gens qui nous font rire
Re: my poems (self-written)
Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 5:26 pm
by Jes
I am not an expert on poems... (specially in other languages). However, I should say that the fact that you get inspiration from EBT is surprisingly fabulous!
Keep going! keep improving and writing when it makes you feel better!

Re: my poems (self-written)
Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 12:37 pm
by sarythrar
no profi in english language, but a new one

->
a girl so 'wow'
von chris/harry
let's get the party started
cause my parents will be back
so i took too much crack /// my brain is a real wrack
the mass of alcohol smarted
thought i cracked the jackpot,
there she was in the crowd,
the music was as blazin' loud,
a girl oh so fu**ing hot
we did it once, we did it twice
oh she was so fucking yum yum
but her voice was at max volume
so i feed her with my device
i rocked her so good,
till the sheats caught on fire,
and all that she would,
was my burnin desire
neyt morning i awoke,
my head, it hurts,
cant find two shirts,
thaught she only did a joke
but she was gone
no chance to find
new crack is lined
that must be wrong..
Re: my poems (self-written)
Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 8:12 pm
by sarythrar
at least, my english will not be better ;D
V.I.P.
von chris
yesterday i met a girl
just as beautiful as a pearl
her perfume smelt so good
talk to me, if you only would
like an unreachable woman
she walked the line
searching for her true man
all of her a false shine
just like a feather falling
one day she'll break down
i hear SOS screaming
one week later she wears a bridal gown
another day i met her again
without a ring on her finger
in a corner taking cocaine
nothing more with that swinger
at least she was no more my aim
'cause she was to bad for my own fame