Some New Poetry

So I've been trying my hand at poetry again. I'm not that good yet, but I'm trying!

Once

Once, we laughed together.
Talked in stormy weather.
Once, we discussed the worlds.
Our wisdom, shiny pearls.

Once, we were friends.

Now there's only hatred.
Sulky stares and breath baited.
No sympathy or smile,
Just the cold every while.

Once, we were friends.

(The next one is Afrikaans, so I'll put up a translation)

Die Kind

Die kind                                                   The child
sit stil                                                       sits quietly
aan tafel                                                   at the table   
en se                                                         and says 
 niks                                                         nothing 
vir hulle.                                                  to them.   
Sy lyk                                                       She looks
mooi netjies                                             pretty and decent
in wit                                                       in white
maar bloei                                                but bleeds
van binne.                                                 from within
Die kind                                                    The child
sit stil                                                        sits quietly
aan tafel                                                     at the table
en se                                                           and says
 niks                                                           nothing
vir hulle.                                                    to them.