تيجي نشوف حبة قصائد لذيذة من الطالبة أميرة (هتلر 2006)
شوية قصايد انجليزي مفيش أحلى من كده
نقلت شوية قصايد بالانجليزي عجبتني من شوية مواقع يا رب تعجبكم
My friend
When I am hurt
I tell you my pain
When I am lost
You are there to show me the way
When times seem to get rough
You some how seem to show up
We might not get along but we try the best we can
But no matter what we always seem to get throw the bad times
I hope we remain friends
Even when the road starts to end
Lets stay friends like we were from the start
And I mean every word from the heart
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Choices
Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . ..?
I sit, sit, and sit listening to my own voices
I can't ever make up my mind
I always feel myself in a bind
At times I think I know what I want
Then I realize my life is not written in that font
I go to someone and ask for advice
It seems every time it comes with some sort of price
The people I ask are the people that care
The rest of them aren't even aware
Lately there's one choice that's constantly in my head
It seems so hard, kinda like a hotel room bed
Some people think they understand
Where I am coming from its in my own hand
While all these choices are floating around
I'll just wait and think, maybe with my head in the ground
The choices are so great, the choices are so far
I figure now I'll live one day at a time, and live it up to par.
Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . ..?
I sit, sit, and sit listening to my own voices
I can't ever make up my mind
I always feel myself in a bind
At times I think I know what I want
Then I realize my life is not written in that font
I go to someone and ask for advice
It seems every time it comes with some sort of price
The people I ask are the people that care
The rest of them aren't even aware
Lately there's one choice that's constantly in my head
It seems so hard, kinda like a hotel room bed
Some people think they understand
Where I am coming from its in my own hand
While all these choices are floating around
I'll just wait and think, maybe with my head in the ground
The choices are so great, the choices are so far
I figure now I'll live one day at a time, and live it up to par.
Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . ..?
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ودي بقى افضل قصيدة لعام 2005 كتبها طفل افريقي
When I Born, I Black
When I grow up, I Black
When I go in sun, I Black
When I sick, I Black, and
When I die, I still Black
And U White fella,
When u born, u pink
When u grow up, u white
When u go in sun, u red
When u cold, u blue
When u Scared, u yellow
When u sick, u green, and
When u die, u gray
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You calling me coloured
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