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:
- The joyful things in life by Martin Smith
- That Shadow, my Likeness. by Walt Whitman
- Федор Сологуб – Тепло мне потому, что мой уютный дом
- Юлия Друнина – Ты рядом
- Doctors by Rudyard Kipling
- How Much Earth by Philip Levine
- Владимир Маяковский – Смотри, рабочий! Вот о чем сегодня речь (Главполитпросвет №166)
- The Return poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Robert Burns: I Dream’d I Lay:
- Владимир Луговской – Севастополь
- Delicate Cluster. by Walt Whitman
- V: Some Verses: To The Author Parthenius by William Alexander
- Faces. by Walt Whitman
- A Lady poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Kingfisher poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
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
- In Commendation Of Musick by William Strode
- Her Epitaph by William Strode
- For A Gentleman, Who, Kissinge His Friend At His Departure Left A Signe Of Blood On Her by William Strode
- Epitaph On Mr. Bridgeman by William Strode
- Consolatorium, Ad Parentes by William Strode
- Chloris in the Snow by William Strode
- Anthem For Good Fryday by William Strode
- An Epitaph On Sr John Walter, Lord Cheife Baron by William Strode
- An Epitaph On Mr. Fishborne The Great London Benefactor, And His Executor by William Strode
- An Eare-Stringe by William Strode
- An Antheme by William Strode
- A Watch-String by William Strode
- A Watch Sent Home To Mrs. Eliz: King, Wrapt In Theis Verses by William Strode
- A Translation Of The Nightingale Out Of Strada by William Strode
- A Superscription On Sir Philip Sidney’s Arcadia, Sent For A Token by William Strode
- A Strange Gentlewoman Passing By His Window by William Strode
- A Song On The Baths by William Strode
- A Song On A Sigh by William Strode
- A Riddle: On A Kiss by William Strode
- A Purse-String by William Strode
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