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
- The Chestnut Casts His Flambeaux poem – A. E. Housman
- Grief An’ Gladness by William Barnes
- Олег Чупров – На предназначенной орбите
- Women’s Harvest Song poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Степанов – Рассказ оружейника
- The Empty Hills by Yvor Winters
- Just A Dance by Tiffany M
- Falling Stars by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Николай Гумилев – Живала Ниагара
- Rosslyn To The Prime Minister by Graham Rowlands
- Sacred Epiphany poem – Ammar Nadeem poems | Poems and Poetry
- Fragments by William Butler Yeats
- Burning Oneself Out
- Elegy I. To Charles Deodati (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- A Pity, We Were Such A Good Invention by Yehuda Amichai
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).
