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
- Jacke-On-Both-Sides by William Strode
- death039s_claim.html
- To the Rat’s Pencil
- Pain Became My Friend Today © by Shannen Wrass
- Elegy on the Death of Robert Ruisseaux by Robert Burns
- For Birds by Nithin Purple
- In Snow by William Allingham
- Федор Сологуб – Под черёмухой цветущей
- It is the Muses by Sappho
- Baldovan by William Topaz McGonagall
- In Sutton Woods poem – Alfred Austin
- I have a dream
- Омар Хайям – Люблю вино, ловлю веселья миг
- Celia Beeding, To the Surgeon by Thomas Carew
- Sonnet Of Motherhood XXIX poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
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).
