A pity
She was better than he ever met,
And he met quite a lot,
But he saw it at first sight,
But alas he lost her out of sight.
Het looked in every corner,
But never saw a glimpse of her,
So he got very sad.
The years went by without a sign,
So he lost all hope.
But just before he gave up,
She appears out of the dark,
But alas he didn’t recognised her,
And passed her without
A word or touch,
And he never met her again.
Engelstalige gedichten
Sommige gevoelens klinken nu eenmaal beter in het Engels. Hier vind je Engelse gedichten van onze eigen dichters: van een kort engels gedicht voor op een kaartje tot uitgesponnen verzen over life, love en alles daartussenin.
Juliet Mazina
Tears of Cabiria is in eyes,
and there are a sadness of the past century
and a smile on lips
with faith in a human.
The ink is flowing,
the cape on the shoulders is ridiculous
time protects you
you are so alive.
Guitar
If you are in soulless world,
lost and blind
take the guitar carefully,
it will give you an advice.
Sounding warm and tender
sincerely in the silence of the night
it will timidly touch you wounded soul with strings.
And let it not be able to cure,
that there is no way to cure-after all,
it will help, to live else one more day.
together
I don't want to go out anywhere, to anyone,
i want to hide inside, whole my depth.
I want to cover my heart, from words like from enemies
and to forget myself in you, my salvation,
aware and feeling only together.
Light (Poetry marathon 2026 final)
Light
Stringlight
Sunlight
Moonlight
Street light
Light is what gives sight
" Be The Light"
"Be The Light"
I was not sent to shine for myself alone, but to be a light when others feel lost.
To remind the broken that they are still worthy, the weary that they are still strong, and the forgotten that they are still loved.
I have walked through darkness, felt sorrow touch my soul, and carried tears that no one saw.
Yet even then, God placed a flame within me that the storms could never extinguish.
So I choose to shine.
Not because life was easy, but because love is stronger than pain.
Not because I never fell, but because I learned how to rise.
And if my light helps one soul find their way home, then every step of my journey was worth it.
For we were never meant to curse the darkness—
We were born to become the light.
?✨?♌
The Heart of A lion"
The Heart of a Lion"
I am a Leo, not because I seek a crown, but because I learned to rise every time life tried to bring me down.
My strength was born in storms, my faith was forged in fire, and my heart still chooses love when others choose to walk away.
I am not perfect, I have scars no one can see, but every wound became a lesson, and every lesson became part of me.
So I walk with courage, guided by God's light above, for the strongest lion is the one who leads with love.
??✨
"A Lion Heart"
"A Lion's Heart"
They saw my smile, but not the battles I won.
They saw my kindness, but not the tears I cried.
They saw my light, but not the darkness I walked through to find it.
Yet here I stand, stronger than yesterday, softer than the world expected, and still filled with love.
For the heart of a lion is not measured by power—
but by how much love it carries after surviving the fire.
??✨
"Be The Light "
"Be The Light"
When the world feels heavy, and hearts grow tired and worn, be the gentle light that helps another soul through the storm.
Not every light shines loudly, not every star fills the sky. Some simply sit beside the broken and stay when others pass by.
Be the smile that brings comfort, the hand that helps someone stand, the kindness that reminds a stranger they are loved and understand.
You may never know the battles hidden behind someone's eyes, but your love can be the sunrise that helps them rise.
So shine, not to be noticed, not to seek praise or fame, but because a darkened world is brighter when you came.
And if one heart finds hope again, because of the love you gave, then your light has changed a life— the greatest gift we ever save.
✨ "Be the light you once needed when you were walking through the dark."
We are not perfect✨️
We are not perfect. We all make mistakes. We all carry scars no one can see.
But every day is another chance to forgive yourself, love yourself a little more, and choose the brighter side of life.
Be kind to yourself. You are still growing. You are still healing. And you are still worthy of love. ?✨
?In the Garden of Grace?
? In the Garden of Grace ?
Today I walk among the flowers,
where gentle winds whisper peace.
The world may be heavy at times,
but in nature my heart finds release.
The sun still shines upon my path,
the birds still sing above.
And every petal reminds my soul
that life was created with love.
I carry memories of those I miss,
deep within my heart each day.
Yet their love blooms like flowers still,
guiding me along the way.
So I will smile beneath the sky,
and let my spirit be free.
For even after every storm,
God still grows beautiful things in me. ?✨
You are more than the pain you hide,
more than the tears you never let fall.
I see a soul that still chooses kindness
in a world that was not always kind at all.
You speak with love even when broken,
you give light while carrying storms inside.
And that is strength,
not weakness you should hide.
Believe in yourself,
even on the days your heart feels tired.
Because the way you care for others
shows a soul heaven itself inspired.
Love yourself gently,
not for perfection, not for your face,
but for the beautiful heart within you
that still gives warmth, hope, and grace.
I see the way you carry people,
the way your words make darkness fade.
The way you try to heal broken hearts
even while your own is afraid.
And if only you could see yourself
through the eyes of those you save,
you would finally understand
how rare a loving soul you gave.
So stand tall through every scar,
through every lonely night you knew.
Because this world needs hearts like yours—
honest, caring, pure, and true.
Never stop believing in yourself.
Never stop choosing love.
And never forget…
the same love you give to others
is the love you deserve too. ?
On Monday the flowers died
While I laid in bed alone
More colours did collide
As I could have flown
On Tuesday the petals dropped
The smell of home had changed
And floors should have been mopped
A date could have been arranged
On Wednesday no one came by
The water for the flowers was gone
As dark as the sky outside
And reincarnated as a swan
On Thursday it sounded empty
This place was finally peaceful
I fulfilled my life plenty
As time started to pull
On Friday the birds heard a knock
It started to break into the house
But inside it stopped its walk
It started quivering like a mouse
The flowers were trown out
As I was looking down from the clouds
— Maarstil
For Mom in Heaven ?
There is a place beyond the skies,
where angels walk and sorrow dies,
and though I cannot hold your hand,
I know you rest in peaceful lands.
I still remember every smile,
the way you loved through every trial.
Your voice still echoes soft and near,
inside my heart, I feel you here.
Some days the world feels cold and far,
and nights become the hardest part.
I search for you in stars above,
in every prayer, in every dove.
You taught me strength when life was wild,
how to survive, how to stay kind.
To give my heart, to stand up tall,
to still have faith through it all.
And even now, though heaven called,
your love remains beyond it all.
A mother’s love does never end,
it lives forever deep within.
I see you in the morning light,
in gentle winds, in moonlit nights.
In flowers blooming after rain,
you whisper softly through my pain.
Sometimes I cry when no one sees,
missing your hugs, your warmth, your peace.
But then I feel you near my soul,
reminding me I’m not alone.
You are the reason I still fight,
still choose to love, still choose the light.
Because your heart lives on in me,
through every scar, eternally.
So heaven, hold my mother tight,
wrap her in eternal light.
And tell her when the angels sing…
her daughter still remembers everything. ?
You
Every morning I see you standing there, waiting for the bus to come
Your face is one to never forget
Emotions are all over it
I can feel your mood of the day
Your long hair covers your eyes and a part of your face
You are hiding your feelings
Now your hair is short, so the World can see your beautiful face
Live your life as you want to
Be proud of yourself!
— Angel
Waarom schrijft een Nederlandse dichter in het Engels? Vraag het onze leden en je krijgt evenveel antwoorden als dichters: omdat een songtekst het voorbeeld was, omdat Engels afstand geeft tot een pijnlijk onderwerp, omdat de geliefde in kwestie geen Nederlands sprak, of gewoon omdat sommige regels zich in het Engels aandienen en zich niet laten ombuigen. Het resultaat is een verzameling van ruim achthonderd Engelstalige gedichten met een heel eigen toon.
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