I was on my way to nowhere
Tired, I unsaddled
It is Porto, I was told
O my!
This is where I was going,
Without even knowing
Every stone here deserves attention
Castles are old
Just like I was told
The Port is ancient
The beer is always cold
And everyone here smiles
All worries are put on hold
How can I join this festival,
When I foolishly
Think too much of life?
You do not grieve near the fire dance
You dance,
Aimlessly!
You rejoice,
While you have the chance
This fire does not last forever
I desperately needed someone
To save me …
From myself!
And there she was
Staring,
And curious
I looked lonely,
Said lady Braga
Like an ill child,
She treated me
And she treated me well!
We started another festival
Ignited a new fire
And we danced
And I was better …
But the fire has long subsided
BRAGA!!!
I am ill, again!
End of the poem
15 random poems
- What would I do without this world by Samuel Beckett
- Алексей Жемчужников – Примирение
- Олег Григорьев – К себе домой из дальних стран
- Disappointment
- My Government Frustrates Me by Olaniyi Beloved Abimbola
- I am a sculptor, a molder of form by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- A Late Lark Twitters From The Quiet Skies by William Ernest Henley
- Владимир Маяковский – Нынче бар в России нет… (Главполитпросвет №37)
- Salut au Monde. by Walt Whitman
- On His Blindness poem – John Milton poems
- Robert Burns: The Brigs Of Ayr: Inscribed to John Ballantine, Esq., Ayr.
- Nocturne by W H Auden
- Sonet 52 by William Alexander
- Snowfall by Steve Troyanovich
- Olney Hymn 29: Exhortation To Prayer by William Cowper
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).
