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
- Олег Бундур – Про чемпионов
- Robert Burns: Wha Is That At My Bower-Door:
- Poet Herodia of ancient Pincaeia by Raj Arumugam
- Evening Hawk by Robert Penn Warren
- Boots by Rudyard Kipling
- There is but there is not poem – Amy Haritha Suseel poems | Poems and Poetry
- Minnesang by Neil Outar
- Николай Глазков – Раздумья
- Gangrene by Philip Levine
- By the Bivouac’s Fitful Flame. by Walt Whitman
- Eclogue VIII by Virgil
- The Dying Christian to His Soul poem – Alexander Pope
- Not Heat Flames up and Consumes. by Walt Whitman
- София Парнок – Екатерине Гельцер
- Jet by Tony Hoagland
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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).
