by Alina Ahmed
Aura gets so much of happiness,
Yet a men mind turns out for greediness,
He wants more of socialness’,
But forgets that he is yet to learn that civilness.
He roams in search of true friends
But doesn’t even care if his parents are to an end,
He claims he is right in front of all,
But cries in a corner of a wall.
Never feels guilty,
But doesn’t tend to feel worthy,
Instead enjoys every night of horror,
Blames god for his deed,
But pity’s himself for making a wrong weed.
His fake smile never fades,
And neither do his aids,
But when he will understand everything happens for a reason,
And that’s why he’s is born as gods son,
When he will understand that life is not a punishment,
It’s just a seed that needs nourishment,
When will he understand no matter how far he searches?
He will end up going in god’s churches,
May be after that his mind finds happiness and his aura get satisfaction,
May b then he will understand why people fail life as motivation,
May b then his life will end up as
Inspiration..
Copyright ©:
Alina Ahmed
A few random poems:
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 66. Томас Мур.
- Зинаида Александрова – Невидимка
- Elegy, Imitated From One Of Akenside’s Blank-Verse Inscriptions by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Ольга Берггольц – Я иду по местам боев
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- The Meditation Of The Old Fisherman by William Butler Yeats
- The Gardener XXVII: Trust Love by Rabindranath Tagore
- PRESCIENCE by Satish Verma
- I Am Me by Patrick Neo Mabiletsa
- Reply to a Trimming Epistle, received from a Tailor by Robert Burns
- By Philemon by William Cowper
- Snarleyow by Rudyard Kipling
- Departure by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Костров – Бедное сердце болит спозаранку
- Алексей Плещеев – Сердцу
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 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame 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
