by Akshay Raja
Rolling back on a dusty road
Hoping you know my name, my word
That lasts a day or year or so
Shed my days, with joy you know!
Hoping you’re my guest a day
A spot we fixed, and panics to stay
Still thoughts lurk growing too far
Our memories may grow and ever may last!
Showed my heart the days i love
Chanting your names, that all you know
Having my past with the days i love
Bonding with friendship along it’ll grow!
Sweetest of days, i count my past
The days that grow and ever will last
That casts a shadow down my vine
Browns and blacks now down my spine!
Loved the windy days we had
With love i turn my days aback
Still my heart aches, to count the past
Coz, it’s filled up with memories to last!
Still countless days for me to dream
The shadows you cast, now clears my way
Leaving my thoughts for a tree to spurt
I count my past in years and days!
Akshay Raja
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Akshay Raja
A few random poems:
- Song—A Man’s a Man for a’ that by Robert Burns
- I closed my eyes to creation by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Autum by T.S. Hulme
- Юнна Мориц – Ручеек
- Василий Жуковский – Человек
- About The Sheltered Garden Ground by Robert Louis Stevenson
- September poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Lead Soldiers poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: The Lass That Made The Bed To Me :
- The End of the Argument by Martina Reisz Newberry
- In Memory of Sigmund Freud by W. H. Auden
- Sonnet: After Dark Vapors Have Oppress’d Our Plains poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: The Tear-Drop:
- Human Joys
- Address to Wm. Tytler, Esq., of Woodhouselee by Robert Burns
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
- One’s-Self I Sing. by Walt Whitman
- One Hour to Madness and Joy. by Walt Whitman
- Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City. by Walt Whitman
- On the Beach at Night, Alone. by Walt Whitman
- On Journeys Through The States. by Walt Whitman
- Old Ireland. by Walt Whitman
- Offerings. by Walt Whitman
- Of the Visage of Things. by Walt Whitman
- Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances. by Walt Whitman
- Of Him I Love Day and Night. by Walt Whitman
- O You Whom I Often and Silently Come. by Walt Whitman
- O Tan-faced Prairie Boy. by Walt Whitman
- O Sun of Real Peace. by Walt Whitman
- O Star of France. by Walt Whitman
- O Living Always—Always Dying. by Walt Whitman
- O Hymen! O Hymenee! by Walt Whitman
- O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig! by Walt Whitman
- Now List to my Morning’s Romanza. by Walt Whitman
- Now Finale to the Shore. by Walt Whitman
- Not Youth Pertains to Me. 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
