Do they bleed my red roses? sooner they may part-off from my heart. A Dusky bee as i spare this time, Lonely across this silence’s prophecy. O’ here with charmless petals, Once seen as ribbon ed red smiles; But spirited charm wilt shrinking, Seems very mute sorrow they are; But perpetual pleasure never hide from your lips abroad, Nor you shall reply me fearless,Smile once! And as your souls refinement, Never you match them with any ugly faults. As long as you hang in your eternal grip, You shall shine aloft my silver core. Nithin purple
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Going by Philip Larkin
- Be Not a War Poet by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
- The Season poem – Alfred Austin
- Female ghost in the moonlight by Raj Arumugam
- Владимир Маяковский – Октябрьский марш
- Михаил Кузмин – В легкой лени
- Drunkenness
- Confessional Hurt by Satish Verma
- Олег Бундур – Сломанное дерево
- A slant of sun on dull brown walls, by Stephen Crane
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- A PANEGYRIC TO SIR LEWIS PEMBERTON by Robert Herrick
- Artistic Soul Retold by Roberto Cocina
- Спиридон Дрожжин – Рожь
- Sonnet 146: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth by William Shakespeare
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
