Poems about Poetry
FRUIT-LEAF-ROOTS-flowers
by kapardeli eftichia
Memories
nothing leaves nothing comes
marks on the rocks
who stayed
Joined the lake bottom, forever
The house in the poplars
our voice taller
pups on foliage
companions foreign languages
the roar of the wind lost
Write Names in Heaven
with throws of birds
light trap in circles
the affection of a quiet day
With hands dig the earth
soil that never slept
next to the thorns beside the ruin
hit with power vein
look for payment
But I do not bear fruit this year
the tree of patience
with bent twigs
flowers are not pulled
thirst for life
Leaves, fruits, roots, blossoms
kapardeli eftichia
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kapardeli eftichia
A few random poems:
- Ок Мельникова – Обет молчания
- The Priestess of Panormita poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Doom Of Exiles by Sylvia Plath
- To A Young Lady. On Her Recovery From A Fever by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Robert Burns: Saw Ye Bonie Lesley:
- Владимир Маяковский – Рабкор (Лбом пробив безграмотья горы)
- Николай Карамзин – Луизе в день ее рождения 13 генваря, при вручении ей подарка
- The Portrait by Siegfried Sassoon
- Robert Burns: The Minstrel At Lincluden:
- The Need To Love
- Юлия Друнина – Бинты
- Владимир Маяковский – Не эти правильно Октябрь празднуют… (РОСТА №398)
- The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature’s Hand by William Wordsworth
- In Imitation of Cowley : The Garden poem – Alexander Pope
- The Fault of It poem – Ezra Pound poems
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
- Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 93: So shall I live, supposing thou art true by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thy self away by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 89: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 86: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 85: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most, which can say more by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 80: O, how I faint when I of you do write by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear by William Shakespeare
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
