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
- Robert Burns: Presentation Stanzas To Correspondents:
- Юлия Друнина – Девчонка – что надо!
- How cruel are the parents by Robert Burns
- antediluvian_kural_on_twitter.html
- They Did Not Expect This by Vernon Scannell
- Владимир Корнилов – Двое
- Snow Flakes by Tala Bar
- Lament by Sylvia Plath
- Easter Communion poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Matrimony by Mike Yuan
- Limerick: Once a Great Leader with empty pockets by T. Wignesan
- Victory
- The Perch by Seamus Heaney
- Before The Snow poem – Andrew Lang poems
- An Old Song by Rudyard Kipling
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).
