by Alina Ahmed
I was always fascinated by the pleasure of pain,
Never understood the jealously of love,
I was always intensified by the moon light,
But always hated the sunlight,
I didn’t knew the power of evoke-ness,
Rather discriminated in the passion of socialness,
And was all taken by just a silence-ness.
One day I understood the pleasure of love,
That it was sacrificed the jealousy of pain,
The light was important not that where it came from,
Nor the moon neither the sun,
It just gave the way that was just his way of affection,
The passion of evoke-ness was satisfactory,
In spite the power of socialness,
And was all understood by a sense of silence-ness.
Love n pain were kinda truth,
But light was kinda swift,
Power was necessary,
But passion was the need,
Came into being was a thought of changing the dream,
Life gave me a chance again to cum along where everyone was in scream,
Where pain became their passion and power became their silence-ness.
Alina Ahmed
Copyright ©:
ALINA AHMED. 8th of May.
A few random poems:
- The Watchman
- Николай Языков – Разбойники
- Sonet 42 by William Alexander
- Natural Theology by Rudyard Kipling
- Ode on St. Cecilia’s Day poem – Alexander Pope
- Twilight by Shaunna Harper
- Another Song Of A Fool by William Butler Yeats
- The Last Tournament poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- How to Choose a Federal Resume Writing Service
- Complimentary Epigram to Mrs. Riddell by Robert Burns
- Федор Сологуб – Купол церкви, крест и небо
- Morning by Mark R Slaughter
- Indications, The. by Walt Whitman
- Олег Бундур – Февраль
- Ольга Седакова – Баллада
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
- A Consolation to Cuckholds by William Wycherley poems
- A Soft Day by Winifred Mary Letts
- What Reward? by Winifred Mary Letts
- To A Soldier In Hospital by Winifred Mary Letts
- To A May Baby by Winifred Mary Letts
- Tim, An Irish Terrier by Winifred Mary Letts
- The Spires Of Oxford by Winifred Mary Letts
- The Kerry Cow by Winifred Mary Letts
- The Harbour by Winifred Mary Letts
- The Deserter by Winifred Mary Letts
- The Connaught Rangers by Winifred Mary Letts
- The Call To Arms In Our Street by Winifred Mary Letts
- Synge’s Grave by Winifred Mary Letts
- Screens (In a Hospital) by Winifred Mary Letts
- Easter Snow by Winifred Mary Letts
- Chaplain To The Forces by Winifred Mary Letts
- Casualty by Winifred Mary Letts
- And She is Spoke by Winifred Mary Letts
- A Dog’s Grave by Winifred Mary Letts
- Love Sonnet XXV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
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
