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:
- Валерий Брюсов – Есть что-то позорное в мощи природы
- Give me a doctor by W H Auden
- Elegy on Willie Nicol’s Mare by Robert Burns
- On Certain Ladies poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- The Moon’s Truth (before the war) by Reena Ribalow
- Epigoni by Neil Outar
- Lynching
- Ольга Берггольц – Слышала, приедешь к нам не скоро ты
- Antaeus: [A Fragment] by Wilfred Owen
- Keeping the Dawn by Shaunna Harper
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мы вращаем Землю
- Cities and Thrones and Powers by Rudyard Kipling
- I Travelled among Unknown Men by William Wordsworth
- Beachy Blues poem – Andrew Neil Maternick poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Gate by Marie Howe
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
- Robert Burns: Scroggam, My Dearie:
- Robert Burns: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed :
- Robert Burns: The Weary Pund O’ Tow:
- Robert Burns: Lines On Fergusson, The Poet :
- Robert Burns: I do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair: Alteration of an Old Poem.
- Robert Burns: My Native Land Sae Far Awa:
- Robert Burns: Thou Gloomy December :
- Robert Burns: Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive:
- Robert Burns: Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever:
- Robert Burns: O May, Thy Morn:
- Robert Burns: A Grace After Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: A Grace Before Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: The Keekin’-Glass:
- Robert Burns: Divine Service In The Kirk Of Lamington:
- Robert Burns: The Toadeater:
- Robert Burns: Poem On Sensibility:
- Robert Burns: The Song Of Death: Scene-A Field of Battle. Time of the day-evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song.
- Robert Burns: Second Epistle To Robert Graham, ESQ., Of Fintry:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Maxwell, ESQ., Of Terraughty : On His Birthday.
- Robert Burns: O Kenmure’s On And Awa, Willie:
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Doska or the Board – write anything
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