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I'm in Love with Poetry2019./2020.
ROMANIA
Școala Gimnazială ”Prof. Gheorghe Dumitreasa” Girov
The littlest one
1) It is so small and whining, too
Don’t be so nasty, shoo, shoo!
The sun is shining, the sky is blue
You’ll soon grow up and be at least two.
2) To be born in March is a lucky charm
Spring is here, people work on the farm
Snow is melting, the weather is warm
You’re so lovely; I’ll take you on my arm.
3) Big blue eyes and red cheeks show
Its tiny soft body comes right from below
So noisy and frail, still cute though
My brother is the best, I can’t say “no.”
4) Smile my littlest one, smile
You’re a gift and you’re mine
In March this year you shine
Oh, sweet baby, you’re divine!
Nica Nicole Diana
1) It is so small and whining, too
Don’t be so nasty, shoo, shoo!
The sun is shining, the sky is blue
You’ll soon grow up and be at least two.
2) To be born in March is a lucky charm
Spring is here, people work on the farm
Snow is melting, the weather is warm
You’re so lovely; I’ll take you on my arm.
3) Big blue eyes and red cheeks show
Its tiny soft body comes right from below
So noisy and frail, still cute though
My brother is the best, I can’t say “no.”
4) Smile my littlest one, smile
You’re a gift and you’re mine
In March this year you shine
Oh, sweet baby, you’re divine!
Nica Nicole Diana
The littlest one
1) It is so small and whining, too
Don’t be so nasty, shoo, shoo!
The sun is shining, the sky is blue
You’ll soon grow up and be at least two.
2) To be born in March is a lucky charm
Spring is here, people work on the farm
Snow is melting, the weather is warm
You’re so lovely; I’ll take you on my arm.
3) Big blue eyes and red cheeks show
Its tiny soft body comes right from below
So noisy and frail, still cute though
My brother is the best, I can’t say “no.”
4) Smile my littlest one, smile
You’re a gift and you’re mine
In March this year you shine
Oh, sweet baby, you’re divine!
Nica Nicole Diana
1) It is so small and whining, too
Don’t be so nasty, shoo, shoo!
The sun is shining, the sky is blue
You’ll soon grow up and be at least two.
2) To be born in March is a lucky charm
Spring is here, people work on the farm
Snow is melting, the weather is warm
You’re so lovely; I’ll take you on my arm.
3) Big blue eyes and red cheeks show
Its tiny soft body comes right from below
So noisy and frail, still cute though
My brother is the best, I can’t say “no.”
4) Smile my littlest one, smile
You’re a gift and you’re mine
In March this year you shine
Oh, sweet baby, you’re divine!
Nica Nicole Diana
My dearest
1) Her haunting eyes are in my dream
They shine like jewels on the seam
Brown like deer’s, with yellow rays through
Hers are like this, mine are only blue.
2) She walks like fairies in the sky
I look at her and feel so shy
She turns her head and smiles at me
The most beautiful smile I’ll ever see.
3) There’s love and kindness in her beam
Like two red roses her lips seem
So soft and white her skin shines
She tastes like heaven and good wines.
4) She’s always here, where she should be
My mother stays and dwells in me
I am her home and she is mine
We are two leaves of the same vine.
Mihalache Ștefania
1) Her haunting eyes are in my dream
They shine like jewels on the seam
Brown like deer’s, with yellow rays through
Hers are like this, mine are only blue.
2) She walks like fairies in the sky
I look at her and feel so shy
She turns her head and smiles at me
The most beautiful smile I’ll ever see.
3) There’s love and kindness in her beam
Like two red roses her lips seem
So soft and white her skin shines
She tastes like heaven and good wines.
4) She’s always here, where she should be
My mother stays and dwells in me
I am her home and she is mine
We are two leaves of the same vine.
Mihalache Ștefania
That March
1) I know a time when everything’s turning
Big things happen, little ones are stirring
The cold frosty winter is silently going
The blooming warm spring is happily pouring.
2) The ant and the hopper are out and about
The birds are now coming from the jolly old South
The grumpy fat bear puts fish in his mouth
„The grapes are still sour,” the foxes shout.
3) The fields are moaning under the heavy machines
Blossomed yards are bearing their crowns as queens
The playwright is dreaming bloody red scenes
The poet is always a boy in his teens.
4) In March the blessed rain is slowly growing
The grain in a sprout, the straw in a mowing
The bare little nest into a home is going
The baby in a man wakes unknowing.
Muraru Gabriel
1) I know a time when everything’s turning
Big things happen, little ones are stirring
The cold frosty winter is silently going
The blooming warm spring is happily pouring.
2) The ant and the hopper are out and about
The birds are now coming from the jolly old South
The grumpy fat bear puts fish in his mouth
„The grapes are still sour,” the foxes shout.
3) The fields are moaning under the heavy machines
Blossomed yards are bearing their crowns as queens
The playwright is dreaming bloody red scenes
The poet is always a boy in his teens.
4) In March the blessed rain is slowly growing
The grain in a sprout, the straw in a mowing
The bare little nest into a home is going
The baby in a man wakes unknowing.
Muraru Gabriel
That March
1) I know a time when everything’s turning
Big things happen, little ones are stirring
The cold frosty winter is silently going
The blooming warm spring is happily pouring.
2) The ant and the hopper are out and about
The birds are now coming from the jolly old South
The grumpy fat bear puts fish in his mouth
„The grapes are still sour,” the foxes shout.
3) The fields are moaning under the heavy machines
Blossomed yards are bearing their crowns as queens
The playwright is dreaming bloody red scenes
The poet is always a boy in his teens.
4) In March the blessed rain is slowly growing
The grain in a sprout, the straw in a mowing
The bare little nest into a home is going
The baby in a man wakes unknowing.
Muraru Gabriel
1) I know a time when everything’s turning
Big things happen, little ones are stirring
The cold frosty winter is silently going
The blooming warm spring is happily pouring.
2) The ant and the hopper are out and about
The birds are now coming from the jolly old South
The grumpy fat bear puts fish in his mouth
„The grapes are still sour,” the foxes shout.
3) The fields are moaning under the heavy machines
Blossomed yards are bearing their crowns as queens
The playwright is dreaming bloody red scenes
The poet is always a boy in his teens.
4) In March the blessed rain is slowly growing
The grain in a sprout, the straw in a mowing
The bare little nest into a home is going
The baby in a man wakes unknowing.
Muraru Gabriel
Şcoala Gimnazială „Grigore Moisil” din Ploieşti, jud. Prahova
Conseils pour un enfant
Quand il fait sombre,
essaie de fermer les yeux
et de voir la lumière au fond de toi.
Crois en tes rêves,
Crois en ton coeur,
Crois en ton histoire!
Compose ton être
avec un petit morceau de tout!
BĂLĂNOIU DELIA
Quand il fait sombre,
essaie de fermer les yeux
et de voir la lumière au fond de toi.
Crois en tes rêves,
Crois en ton coeur,
Crois en ton histoire!
Compose ton être
avec un petit morceau de tout!
BĂLĂNOIU DELIA
RÊVE DE L'ENFANT
Je veux être une feuille et me cacher dans le creux de mon arbre ,
je cadenasserai la porte pour rester seule
Je veux envoyez mes pétales de roses étincellantes et transformer
les pétales en perles à mon cou.
Je veux valser à partir d'une extrémité de l'arc-en-ciel à l'autre
et sentir l'os craquant à cause de la danse en milliers de couleurs.
Je veux aller en l'air et voler dans le soussol,
je veux toucher le ciel et le sens dans l’eau du lac,
dans l’odeur des nénuphars nés de l'étoile tombée
près de la maison de mes grands-parents
et qui gransissent du ciel vers la terre
dispersant le parfum de la lune, arrondant la Terre
sous le souffle de milliers d'étoiles-mère de lys bleux et blancs
dans le début de la chute du ciel sur la terre
et quand les nuages seront des bonbons moelleux
... Et le dîner - un cuisinier royale - sera un dessert divin.
Bocan Iulia Stafania
Je veux être une feuille et me cacher dans le creux de mon arbre ,
je cadenasserai la porte pour rester seule
Je veux envoyez mes pétales de roses étincellantes et transformer
les pétales en perles à mon cou.
Je veux valser à partir d'une extrémité de l'arc-en-ciel à l'autre
et sentir l'os craquant à cause de la danse en milliers de couleurs.
Je veux aller en l'air et voler dans le soussol,
je veux toucher le ciel et le sens dans l’eau du lac,
dans l’odeur des nénuphars nés de l'étoile tombée
près de la maison de mes grands-parents
et qui gransissent du ciel vers la terre
dispersant le parfum de la lune, arrondant la Terre
sous le souffle de milliers d'étoiles-mère de lys bleux et blancs
dans le début de la chute du ciel sur la terre
et quand les nuages seront des bonbons moelleux
... Et le dîner - un cuisinier royale - sera un dessert divin.
Bocan Iulia Stafania