English Poetry


Puisi bahasa inggris dibawah ini dibuat oleh pengarang terkenal  William Blake, menceritakan tentang anak laki-laki

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if bereaved of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointing to the East, began to say:

‘Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.

‘And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love;
And these black bodies and this sunburnt face
Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

‘For, when our souls have learned the heat to bear,
The cloud will vanish, we shall hear His voice,
Saying, “Come out from the grove, my love and care,
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.”‘

Thus did my mother say, and kissed me,
And thus I say to little English boy.
When I from black, and he from white cloud free,
And round the tent of God like lambs we joy,

I’ll shade him from the heat till he can bear
To lean in joy upon our Father’s knee;
And then I’ll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him, and he will then love me.


I sometimes think that I could be alone:
Really alone, with neither God nor friends.
The people near me then might well be stone:
Just faces on a frieze that never ends 
And I would travel in my mind towards death,
A world within a world sealed like a tomb.
My thoughts would be as silent as my breath,
And, like my breath, expire at my doom.
Such thoughts would make me shudder, were not you
A world where I may enter and find rest.
A rock gives way within, and I walk through
To be in laughing eyes a welcome guest.
Thank God I have you, friend, that I might stay
And be as I could be no other way.
The Unsent Poem

Favorite song plays in the background
Every lyric reminding me of you
Conversations running through my head
So many things that I wish you knew

Everytime that you brought me happiness
I just never quite knew what to say
I was afraid to say the wrong thing
Thinking it would make you go away

Every night I did the same old thing
I wrote poem after poem on my bed
I love you written a hundred ways
Because of fear, they were never said

The stack of poems stands tall
Not one ever making it to you
You simply walked away from me
And a love that you never knew

If only I would have taken a chance
I know that you would still be here
At night I still write you many poems
Only now the ink is mixed with tears

by Brandon
posted on 12/03/2008

 Tomorrow,if It Comes…….
© By HollyG Neely

tomorrow,if I die,what did I have that showed my life had meaning?
daddy’s drunk, mom’s crying, sister’s dying,and I’m too weak to start screaming,
so many people affected my life that I’m no longer the one who lives it,
I have no point in life,cause I think there is no point in life, why is god making me live this?
tomorrow, if I cry, who do I have to wipe my tears?
broken apart by all the “I don’t want to ever remember” years
so many people broke my heart, not so many came to mend it,
only use for people’s hand were to hit me, but never just to lend it,

and you wonder why I sometimes tend to keep my head straight down,
wonder why I sometimes tend to feel so lost even when I’m found,
and you wonder why I sometimes feel like I should just live life high,
wonder why I sometimes feel like throwing two middle fingers to the sky,

so tomorrow, if I die, my life didn’t really have a meaning,
and tomorrow, if I cry, down my face the tears will keep streaming
even though I have a painful life,I’ll stay strong, is what I say
and tomorrow, if it comes, might take this pain away,
no matter what, I still have control to how my future goes,
it’s my life, my way, that’s the one thing that I know,
and tomorrow, if it comes, might take this pain away,
because tomorrow, as we know, IS a brand new day

The One Best Friend


Thanks for being there for me,
through good times and bad times.
I will be on your side even if the the world ends.
When the world is going,
I will be here,
now and until the end.
Your my very best friend.
The one that I look up to.
The one that I run to, when I have a problem.
The one that I talk to.
Your the one best friend that was always there for me.
I wanna thank you for all the things you gave and showed me.





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