Question

Hola' necesito un poema inventado obviamente en ingles y la verdad no se escribir poemas y menos en ingles. Alguien que sepa? Gracias

Answer 1

A True Friend

 

I can tell
when you, my friend, are not feeling well.
Even when you are far away
or have been hiding from me today.
A message of a special kind
is sent to my telepathic mind.

I cannot save you from turbulences,
cannot tear down all the fences.
But I can charge up your battery,
give you some of my energy -
can stand right next to you
to help you through.

I will give you a hug,
infect you with the love bug
and the strength it brings
to give your soul wings.

It will ease your pain,
save you from more restrain.
Rest safely in my arm,
away from any harm.
Take a moment to relax
Let me carry you in my tracks.

So please, just let me know
when you are feeling low.
And when I have a time like this –
give ME a friendly hug and kiss.
Turn around and come to me
to restore MY energy.

Be what I am to you:
A friend, caring and true.

Answer 2

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea. 

 

ESTÁ LARGO PERO ES HERMOSO, SaLuDos :)'