My Dynamic Friend
To sit beside him, make me fond;
And whose voices when sleeping like thunder sound.
His head as a bulb not give too bright;
To hit the sense of human sight.
His face not too grisly to ruin his looks,
And a humming of love he feels.
Not let your body falls asleep,
Like a buried body of man graved in the too deep.
Blame me not somewhat a condemnation,
Truly, it’s not me to ruin your reputation.
Not claim that you’re crazy;
Nor let yourself to be lazy.
To pray is the weapon against cruelty,
Even the devil cannot devour the dignity.
Co’z you’re being shield by God Almighty;
And He is the protector above all humanity
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (My Dynamic Friend by Junrey Oropeza )
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
(1207 - 1273)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
(10 February 1970-)
- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
- If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
- Inspiration, Henry David Thoreau
- If, Rudyard Kipling
- Daffodils, William Wordsworth
- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
- Jiske Dhun Par Duniya Nache, Kumar Vishwas
- Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
- Bright Star, John Keats
Poem of the Day
- Christmas Rhyme, Akhil Arya
- The Best Days, Michael P. McParland
- The Arrival, Michael P. McParland
- Thank You So Very Much, Michael P. McParland
- This Life, Bijay Kant Dubey
- Thank You KP, Michael P. McParland
- Tenderly Ask, Michael P. McParland
- Taking It All In, Michael P. McParland
- VAMPIRES, ZOMBIES, AND METH, Chaarzarul Rockett
- Take My Hand, Michael P. McParland