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
- Владимир Маяковский – Война окончена… (РОСТА №898)
- Conviction (iii) by Stevie Smith
- Upside Down
- C’est la nuit aveugle by Martine Morillon-Carreau
- Ale by William Henry Davies
- The Gardener XXI: Why Did He Choose by Rabindranath Tagore
- birch_tree.html
- How I saved Planet Earth by Raj Arumugam
- The Candle Of The Lord
- Thought. by Walt Whitman
- The Passing of Stumpy Shore by Mervyn John Webster
- Олег Чупров – Душа
- Aquí te hubiese amado by Luz del Alba Nicola
- Hark! Hark! The Lark by William Shakespeare
- Lines Inscribed under Fergusson’s Portrait by Robert Burns
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).
