Don’t you think it’s probable
that beetles, bugs, and bees
talk about a lot of things –
you know, such things as these:
The kind of weather where they live
in jungles tall with grass,
and earthquakes in their villages
whenever people pass.
Of course, we’ll never know if bugs
talk very much at all –
because our rears are far too big
for talk that is so small.
A few random poems:
- Landscapes poem – Andree Chedid poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Маяковский – Работникам стиха и прозы, на лето едущим в колхозы
- Омар Хайям – Будь камнем твердым я
- Amabel by Thomas Hardy
- Hymn To Woden by William Lisle Bowles
- First Verse
- Year’s End by Marilyn Hacker
- Notice by Steve Kowit
- House For Sale by Vinita Agrawal
- Let Me Tide Over by Vattacharja Chandan
- A Boston Ballad, 1854. by Walt Whitman
- The Loving Game by Vernon Scannell
- Sonnet 23 poem – John Milton poems
- Jewels by Sara Teasdale
- Adolescence by P. K. Page
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
- Aubade by William Shakespeare
- A Lover’s Complaint by William Shakespeare
- A Fairy Song by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 128: How oft, when thou, my music, music play’st by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 149: Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 148: O me! what eyes hath love put in my head by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 146: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 145: Those lips that Love’s own hand did make by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 144: Two loves I have, of comfort and despair by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 143: Lo, as a careful huswife runs to catch by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 142: Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 141: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 140: Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 13: O, that you were your self! But, love, you are by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 137: Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 136: If thy soul check thee that I come so near by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 135: Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy will by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 134: So, now I have confessed that he is thine 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
