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
- Наум Коржавин – На побывке
- The Hosts
- Keeping Going by Seamus Heaney
- Indications, The. by Walt Whitman
- The Commitment by Rob Leatherman Sr.
- On Mistress Nicely, a Pattern for Housekeepers by Thomas Hood
- A Little Te Deum Of The Commonplace by John Oxenham
- Dropping Truth on That Pretty Little Head by Rob Leatherman Sr.
- A Thing of Beauty (Endymion) poem – John Keats poems
- Butterflies by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Британишский – Март солнечный
- Alba poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Words by Sylvia Plath
- The Immortal Part poem – A. E. Housman
- Robert Burns: Remorseful Apology:
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).
