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 Британишский – Утром 10 мая 1945 года
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Goldie, In Kilmarnock: Author Of The Gospel Recovered.
- Федор Сологуб – Зачем жемчуг-роса в траве
- Lovers on Aran by Seamus Heaney
- hai_kou_unpublished.html
- Владимир Маяковский – У буржуев на весь мир пир… (РОСТА №315)
- Sun Light poem – Ammar Hussain poems | Poems and Poetry
- Quiet by Tony Hoagland
- Николай Карамзин – Две песни
- Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare
- His Confidence by William Butler Yeats
- Ode To Neptune by Phillis Wheatley
- Clinic by Rob Leatherman Sr.
- Desire by Samuel Coleridge
- Goliath Of Gath by Phillis Wheatley
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
- Arrival by William Carlos Williams
- April Is The Saddest Month by William Carlos Williams
- Après le Bain by William Carlos Williams
- Approach Of Winter by William Carlos Williams
- A Sort Of A Song by William Carlos Williams
- A Goodnight by William Carlos Williams
- A Celebration by William Carlos Williams
- Women And Roses by Robert Browning
- Venus, on a fur by Witty Fay
- Ultima Thule by William Ellery Leonard
- To the Victor by William Ellery Leonard
- The Image Of Delight by William Ellery Leonard
- The First Part: Sonnet 5 – How that vast heaven intitled First is roll’d, by William Drummond
- The First Part: Sonnet 4 – Fair is my yoke, though grievous be my pains, by William Drummond
- The First Part: Sonnet 3 – Ye who so curiously do paint your thoughts, by William Drummond
- The First Part: Sonnet 2 – I know that all beneath the moon decays by William Drummond
- The First Part: Sonnet 14 – Nor Arne, nor Mincius, nor stately Tiber, by William Drummond
- The First Part: Sonnet 13 – O sacred blush, impurpling cheeks’ pure skies by William Drummond
- The First Part: Sonnet 12 – Ah! burning thoughts, now let me take some rest, by William Drummond
- The First Part: Sonnet 11 – Lamp of heaven’s crystal hall that brings the hours, by William Drummond
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