The day i first met her
She moved along like a timed slide show
With grace and chaste in her stride
Swinging her hips like a desert Carmel
And stepping on the ground like it hurts.
That’s when i first saw her.
Meeting her was a dream come true,
Speaking to her was like melting the snow.
Her voice like the ocean singing low
With no turbulent waves to alter the flow.
That’s when i first met her.
Touching her was like food to a pauper
Her skin smooth like a silk wall
Her body soft like sheep wool
That’s when i first touched her.
Holding her in my arms,
Being with her all my life
…was never imagined
For it never happened
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Kinu Goala’s Alley – English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- An Excursion Steamer Sunk in the Tay by William Topaz McGonagall
- Anecdote Of Canna by Wallace Stevens
- Debris. by Walt Whitman
- A Prayer For Artemis
- Sunt Leones by Stevie Smith
- Robert Burns: Address To The Woodlark:
- Юлия Друнина – Хорошо молодое лицо
- Джон Донн – О черная душа, Недуг напал
- Кондратий Рылеев – К Фролову
- A character of it’s own by Sylvan Lightbourne
- Peddler Road Flyover by Vinita Agrawal
- I Am Of Ireland by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Солоухин – Волки
- The Easter Decorations
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).
