by ahcene mariche
Night words are like butter
They melt at the breaking of dawn
I advise you the virtuous!
Never rely on them!
Go to seek for your happiness
Beware of lack of will and laziness
Hearing soft words
Leads to a deep sleep
Once you close your eyes
You see in drams
Were you are drawn
By such suit words
They have the power
Of transforming mounts to valleys
Added to impatience they build
Castles made of sand
So they soon crumble away
Don’t give importance
To what is meaningless
And avoid using a sieve
To draw water, use it
Mother, to sort out matters
Be wise and patient
Even if nights last long
You ought to look for
The end of the string
Know that friends are scarce
Whereas enemies are plentiful
With words everything
Seems to be easy
They let us become merchants
We go up until we reach summit
Then we forget the fall
And we sew pieces to clothes
Which don’t cover big holes.
ahcene mariche
A few random poems:
- What is Forged Steel Roll and How is it Involved in Industry?
- Ольга Седакова – Ангел Реймса
- Sonnet VII. To Solitude poem – John Keats poems
- The Silent Lover i by Sir Walter Raleigh
- You Felons on Trial in Courts. by Walt Whitman
- Николай Гумилев – Крыса
- Николай Языков – Весна
- Book Ninth [Residence in France] by William Wordsworth
- Wraiths by Siegfried Sassoon
- Far Pitched Tents: Poems of War by Michael Nikoletseas
- The Mountain Crumbles by Rashmi
- Blizzard by William Carlos Williams
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Пытки
- An Elegy poem – Alexander Pushkin
- One Hour to Madness and Joy. by Walt Whitman
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
- This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful. by Walt Whitman
- This Dust was Once the Man. by Walt Whitman
- This Day, O Soul. by Walt Whitman
- This Compost. by Walt Whitman
- Think of the Soul. by Walt Whitman
- Thick-Sprinkled Bunting. by Walt Whitman
- These, I, Singing in Spring. by Walt Whitman
- There was a Child went Forth. by Walt Whitman
- The Wound-Dresser by Walt Whitman
- That Shadow, my Likeness. by Walt Whitman
- That Music Always Round Me. by Walt Whitman
- Tests. by Walt Whitman
- Tears. by Walt Whitman
- Still, though the One I Sing. by Walt Whitman
- States! by Walt Whitman
- Starting from Paumanok. by Walt Whitman
- Spontaneous Me. by Walt Whitman
- Spirit whose Work is Done. by Walt Whitman
- Spirit That Form’d This Scene. by Walt Whitman
- Sparkles from The Wheel. by Walt Whitman
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
