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
- Robert Burns Country: Ronalds Of The Bennals, The:
- Answers by Mark Strand
- An Epitaph by Walter de la Mare
- Алишер Навои – Соловей, лишенный розы, умолкает, не поет
- Salut au Monde. by Walt Whitman
- The Handsome Heart poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Robert Burns: The Belles Of Mauchline:
- Writing Strategy: On Getting Inspired Everyday
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Смерть
- Владимир Высоцкий – То бишь о чём
- Where Are You?
- In the New Garden in all the Parts. by Walt Whitman
- Why
- Владимир Маяковский – Только организация урожай умножит… (Главполитпросвет №33)
- Кондратий Рылеев – Князю Смоленскому
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).
