by Ainne Frances dela Cruz
Towards bright lights
and heaven, we
hesitate, weakened by gravity
unable to fly
looping through earth.
Satellites, things that catch us
make us fall.
Nets, I would love to
catch and catch those things
we lose
because gravity,
time, makes us give things up.
Still,
soul-weary
I hope for miracles
looking back towards satellites
(finally understanding what pull means)
I lift myself from earth.
THE LAB 7TH EDITION. Summer 2011, Cultural Arts & Theatre Society
Copyright ©:
2011
A few random poems:
- Владимир Костров – Видение на озере
- Bathed in War’s Perfume. by Walt Whitman
- This Day, O Soul. by Walt Whitman
- Robert Burns: The Banks O’ Doon: Third Version
- Private Ground by Sylvia Plath
- The end by Mahak Raithatha S
- Requiescat poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Suicide In The Trenches by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владимир Маяковский – Заря Коммуны разгорается туго… (РОСТА №856)
- Tithonus
- Insolent Storm Strikes At The Skull by Sylvia Plath
- In January by Ted Kooser
- From the morrow poem – Yamabe no Akahito poems | Poetry Monster
- At The Close Of The Canvass poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sun Light poem – Ammar Hussain poems | Poems and Poetry
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
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman
- I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman
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
