07-29-2012, 10:53 AM
An orchid
Immersed in the quietness of the night,
I behold an orchid afar.
her unutterable beauty is revealed in the moonlight,
and blessed by Venus---the evening star.
In the murmurs of the gentle breeze,
my shadowy door is ajar.
I linger in the courtyard till midnight,
and glimpse her graceful silhouette with delight,
The fragrance of her petals is widely spread.
And I hear the melodious tunes of nightingales
on the branches ahead.
Weather changes before the dawn goddess comes.
Showers have extinguished life’s flames.
Dying crickets are awakened from their dreams.
They won’t see the sun in the morning
and its golden beams.
I see the leaves falling desperately,
in the chilly autumn wind.
Raindrops dripping from the sky in melancholy,
left their happiness and hope behind.
Will the life of the orchid last long,
when the mist makes Venus blind?
The wind might destroy the orchid ruthlessly
in the next day.
Her petals might fall from her entirely,
and the colour might fade away.
But her roots beneath the ground
won’t have time for lamentation,
since they are accumulating strength
for resurrection!
this is my first English poem...I wrote it last year...
Immersed in the quietness of the night,
I behold an orchid afar.
her unutterable beauty is revealed in the moonlight,
and blessed by Venus---the evening star.
In the murmurs of the gentle breeze,
my shadowy door is ajar.
I linger in the courtyard till midnight,
and glimpse her graceful silhouette with delight,
The fragrance of her petals is widely spread.
And I hear the melodious tunes of nightingales
on the branches ahead.
Weather changes before the dawn goddess comes.
Showers have extinguished life’s flames.
Dying crickets are awakened from their dreams.
They won’t see the sun in the morning
and its golden beams.
I see the leaves falling desperately,
in the chilly autumn wind.
Raindrops dripping from the sky in melancholy,
left their happiness and hope behind.
Will the life of the orchid last long,
when the mist makes Venus blind?
The wind might destroy the orchid ruthlessly
in the next day.
Her petals might fall from her entirely,
and the colour might fade away.
But her roots beneath the ground
won’t have time for lamentation,
since they are accumulating strength
for resurrection!
this is my first English poem...I wrote it last year...