With tears on his face you can have child,
No hands to clean the sadness of his life;
His hardship, suffering in pain quite wild
For his heart`s and mind`s strife through eyes a knife.
You can have a girl in hate with her dreams
Which have become the color of her skin.
Then through her mouth blood when she sadly screams
Wich without mercy seems much like a din.
You can have things in horror out of word;
Still quite small with the sadness of my brain.
I have in my blood a cut throat- eyeless bird.
No firmament to calm my thirst has rain.
I suffer and call my thick tears, “Yes ma`am!”
The pain the wind does slam with hate I am!
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Wake Not for the World-Heard Thunder poem – A. E. Housman
- Иосиф Бродский – Буров тракторист
- Noe more unto my thoughts appeare by Sidney Godolphin
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Rankine: Enclosing Some Poems
- Mortality poem – John Betjeman poems
- The Prophet poem – Alexander Pushkin
- The Stage Coach by William Barnes
- Irony poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Набоков – Кубы
- Алексей Плещеев – Весна
- The Garden poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- The Captain by Stevens Cadet
- Ольга Седакова – Музыка
- Владимир Маяковский – Польша
- A Man (In Memory of H. of M.) by Thomas Hardy
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).
