Am I deceiving my hopes when poems I write?
And when I think I could indeed be great?
Is not this false for my mind maybe not bright?
I`m calling my heart not to agitate!
So, you, please; read these lines and tell with truth:
The poet`s truthful to his curious eyes.
A smile says much about a person`s youth.
Is there in my mind learning that high flies?
You are the reader; tell in honesty;
I don`t have hands that write from a great mind.
But if you see some words in hormony,
Tell me I`m blind; my poem`s in wisdom kind.
Yes, mirth with me, I do knowledge revere.
But I turn sad if I don`t see me a seer.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- An Army Corps on the March. by Walt Whitman
- Robert Burns: For A’ That:
- Emperors And Kings, How Oft Have Temples Rung by William Wordsworth
- Ballad about a stinking flower by Vinko Kalinic
- The Rose Of Peace by William Butler Yeats
- You Must n’t Swim… by Rudyard Kipling
- Coolness by Yosa Buson
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Земля
- Haiku: January by Monty Gilmer
- To Youth by Sarojini Naidu
- The Sleepers by Sylvia Plath
- Sweethearts by Mary Gilmore
- The Welshnut Tree by William Barnes
- The Season
- The Song of the Borderguard by Robert Duncan
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).
