Bicycle Ride
by Pat Mullan
I sat on the cold handlebars
my thighs bone-tight to the metal
as you pushed me
Your breath spluttered
hot on my neck
like the engine in
your old Morris Minor
Up and up that brae
you pushed till you seemed
to stand still on the pedals
almost waiting to fall
Hailstones beat down
on my bare legs
till they were scourged red
but I don’t remember the pain
I only remember your strength
and your closeness.
We were never like that again.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Зинаида Александрова – Смешные человечки
- Song—Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns
- Владимир Высоцкий – За окном только вьюга, смотри
- I Deserve It by Margaret Marie Hubbard
- English Poetry. Philip James Bailey. Festus – 44. Филип Джеймс Бэйли.
- Yankee Doodle by Vachel Lindsay
- Ольга Берггольц – Не знаю, не знаю, живу
- Николай Заболоцкий – Это было давно
- Nick And The Candlestick by Sylvia Plath
- I have fallen into unconsciousness by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Sonnet 103: Alack, what poverty my Muse brings forth by William Shakespeare
- Михаил Кузмин – Зимнее солнце
- Владимир Маяковский – Тамара и демон
- Statement of Being poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Twins by Vinko Kalinić
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
