by Agustin Antonio
Why should my fun have to end?
I thought that this was just the beginning.
I see my friends go out to have fun.
And all I can do is watch as they drive by.
As they set forth to discover their youth,
I’m well on my way towards ending my own.
They call me irresponsible.
They think that now my life’s impossible.
But when they look at me,
They only see the pregnancy.
But do they see the pain that only I know?
I thought I had life figured out,
And that freedom would last forever.
Now I’m hungry and hormonal,
And mom and dad are disappointed.
I think that I can make this work,
With the boy I think I’m in love with.
But my life wasn’t built for perfection,
And I see that now.
They know that I’m much too young for this.
Does it seem like I’m the one to be blame?
And they say that they know better than me.
Does it seem like I don’t feel ashamed?
But they truly don’t understand my pain.
So can they tell me what to do?
Because I don’t know.
I’m underaged, and pregnant.

A few random poems:
- Владимир Высоцкий – Набат
- He Has Lived In Many Houses by Thomas Lux
- Dark spring by Yvor Winters
- The Grammar Lesson by Steve Kowit
- On the Building of Springfield by Vachel Lindsay
- Primacy Of Mind poem – Alfred Austin
- To a Lady and Her Children by Phillis Wheatley
- Anthem For Doomed Youth by Wilfred Owen
- Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent’s Narrow Room by William Wordsworth
- Ad Olum by Robert Louis Stevenson
- An Address to Shakespeare by William Topaz McGonagall
- Lying on a Slab by Satish Verma
- A Woman’s Last Word by Robert Browning
- Poem
- Apology to Delia by William Cowper
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Upon The Sight Of A Beautiful Picture Painted By Sir G. H. Beaumont, Bart by William Wordsworth
- To The Small Celandine by William Wordsworth
- To The Poet, John Dyer by William Wordsworth
- To Sleep by William Wordsworth
- To Sir George Howland Beaumont, Bart From the South-West Coast Or Cumberland 1811 by William Wordsworth
- To Joanna by William Wordsworth
- To A Young Lady Who Had Been Reproached For Taking Long Walks In The Country by William Wordsworth
- To a Sky-Lark by William Wordsworth
- ‘Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love by William Wordsworth
- The Vaudois by William Wordsworth
- The Two Thieves; Or, The Last Stage Of Avarice by William Wordsworth
- The Two April Mornings by William Wordsworth
- The Thorn by William Wordsworth
- The Tables Turned by William Wordsworth
- The Sun Has Long Been Set by William Wordsworth
- The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature’s Hand by William Wordsworth
- The Sparrow’s Nest by William Wordsworth
- The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth
- The Simplon Pass by William Wordsworth
- The Shepherd, Looking Eastward, Softly Said by William Wordsworth
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works