Showing posts with label #life #hope #freeverse #poem #writer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #life #hope #freeverse #poem #writer. Show all posts

November 2, 2025

Distance- فاصلست


Distance

 
Meaningless —
this space between you and me.
And the reason is
the absence
of attraction.

Here,
everything
repels.

Between generations —
connections
shattered.

Yes,
the distance
between you and me
is a repellent.

A generational divide.
—Mona Feridouny


فاصلست
بی‌معنیست نقشِ من و تو
ودلیلش
نبودِ
جااااذِبست
آخه ،اینجا 
داااافِعه است
بین نَسلا
روابط
گُسَستَست
آره
فاصِلس
بینِ من و تو 
دافِعَس 
....
اختلاف نسل
منا فریدونی

May 28, 2016

تصویر - reflection

امروز تصویرت را از آیینه پاک کردم
جای دستت را بر بوم سفید نقاشی کردم
راستی امروز حست چه رنگیست
من آنرا آبی آسمانی کردم
در آن مهرت را آبپاشی کردم
غبار دل را با بوسه‌ای همراه کردم
منا فریدونی



Today, I cleared the mirror of your reflection,
Painted the imprint of your hand on blank canvas.
Truth — what color is your emotion today?
I washed it in sky-blue,

Watered your love’s seed within it,
Gathered my heart’s dust with a kiss.

— MonaFereidouny

April 29, 2014

Last hope lyrics


Lasthope



Verse 1

Last hope,I kill the light

That you keep hidden deep inside

Between us,shadows stay

As I follow every step you lay


Chorus

Come…oh, oh, oooo

Come and lie beside me

Tell me true,tell me why

A star should stay so far from us tonight


Verse 2

One eye blind,the other fights the light

Still,I smother every flame you keep alive

Between us,darkness calls

But I still rise from every fall


Chorus

Come…oh, oh, oooo

Say goodbye or save the night

It’s our last hope,burning slow

For something real between us to grow

November 26, 2013

life like a road - زندگی مثل جاده است


Life like a road


The child advanced toward his goal,
With steps more fruitful, yet more slow.

Now, the old man has reached his goal,
But it was not the road's end,
And the path stretched on...

So, he whispered to himself:
"Life is an endless road."


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زندگی مثل جاده است

کودک هر چه به سمت هدفش پیش می‌رفت
قدمهایی  پربار تر و از سویی  کند تر 
اکنون مردی کهنسال به هدفش رسیده
اما اخر خط آنجا نبود
و این جاده ادامه داشت ..
پس او  با خودش زمزمه کرد :
زندگی همچون جاده ای بی‌انتهاست

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