Illusions
by Mark R Slaughter
Speak to me –
Speak thro’ drifting clouds
And sing to me –
Sing as if the sun would throw a flare
To give to harmony
Then call to me –
Call across the drowsy valleys –
Spread the word you care!
Now come to me –
Abandon now
My inner dreams
That lay illusions bare.
Then pray for me –
Pray that I recover
From reality:
But no! I ask, how could you,
For you were never there.
Copyright ©: Mark R Slaughter
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Степанов – Весёлый транспорт
- Robert Burns: The Rigs O’ Barley:
- He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven by William Butler Yeats
- Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant
- African Artists’ Painting Inspiration
- Blithe Dreams Arise To Greet Us by William Ernest Henley
- Шекспир – Дыханье мысли и огонь желанья – Сонет 45
- Portrait d’Une Femme poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Friends by Vishü Rita Krocha
- Иван Козлов – Умирающая Эрменгарда
- Омар Хайям – Если гурия страстно целует в уста
- Вера Павлова – Время бежит на время
- It Will Not Change by Sara Teasdale
- My Love Is Good by William Barnes
- Robert Burns: Bannocks O’ Bear Meal:
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).
