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
- Юлия Друнина – Два вечера
- The Banyan Tree by Rabindranath Tagore
- que-sera-sera.html
- Владимир Степанов – Суворовец
- To Leonide Massine in ‘Cleopatra’ by Siegfried Sassoon
- The O’Rahilly by William Butler Yeats
- Identity Card by Mahmoud Darwish
- Fiesta Melons by Sylvia Plath
- The Beggar’s Valentine by Vachel Lindsay
- Miss Loo by Walter de la Mare
- Ольга Седакова – Земля
- Rememberance of that Power by sylvan lightbourne
- Epitaph on my Ever Honoured Father by Robert Burns
- Town Planning Agencies by Tilottama Chatterjee
- Henry Purcell poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins 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).
