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:
- Memo to my Spouse by Adeola Ikuomola
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Дом в цветах
- My teacher wasn’t half as nice as yours seems to be by Roald Dahl
- Николай Карамзин – Тацит
- An Horatian Ode Upon Cromwell’s Return from Ireland poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- A Captive Throstle poem – Alfred Austin
- Euclid by Vachel Lindsay
- Psalm 02 poem – John Milton poems
- By The Seaside by William Wordsworth
- Ольга Берггольц – Слепой
- It’s Dark in Here by Shel Silverstein
- Николай Заболоцкий – Шакалы
- Владимир Гиляровский – Нива
- Back From Australia poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- 1914 V: The Soldier by Rupert Brooke
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