The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
Secretly watching as they
Gossip about me.
The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
Making up lies
To try and be popular.
The streets are crowded
With people.
Whispering behind my back.
As I think and wonder
Why do I live
In this ruined world?
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Олег Чупров – Он впадает в смятенье
- To the Bartholdi Statue poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Battle Salamis
- Владимир Высоцкий – Нет рядом никого, как ни дыши
- On Going Unnoticed by Robert Frost
- Владимир Маринин – К нам тётя соседка заходит на чай
- Untimely Leave by Rabindranath Tagore
- Why
- Snakecharmer by Sylvia Plath
- Иван Мятлев – Наставление Гр[афине] Р[астопчиной]
- Robert Burns: The True Loyal Natives:
- Autumn Song by W H Auden
- Robert Burns: Under The Pressure Of Violent Anguish:
- On A Miser, 3 (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- Огюст Барбье – Кола ди Риенци
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).
