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
- Омар Хайям – Душой ты безбожник с Писаньем в руке
- On Scaring some Water-Fowl in Lock Turit by Robert Burns
- Book Fifth-Books by William Wordsworth
- Epitaph on the same by Robert Burns
- Федор Сологуб – Побеждайте радость
- “Célibataire” by Sylvia Plath
- Fickle Fortune: A Fragment by Robert Burns
- Late Autumn by William Allingham
- Love’s Wisdom poem – Alfred Austin
- Ode to Beer, an Irish Song
- Before You Returned by Shahida Latif
- In Our Time by Michael D Wentworth
- Devotion by Robert Frost
- Conversation
- Source of Life – Gives Hope in Adversity?
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).
