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
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ореланна
- Stillborn by Sylvia Plath
- Олег Бундур – Про чемпионов
- Love Of Life poem – Alfred Austin
- Forbidden Silence by Preeth Nambiar
- Lover’s Gifts XL: A Message Came by Rabindranath Tagore
- Валерий Брюсов – И небо и серое море
- Childhood by William Barnes
- Venus, on a fur by Witty Fay
- Sonnet To Mrs. Reynolds’s Cat poem – John Keats poems
- If It Were Beginning by Sriparna Bandyopadhyay
- Dying
- Владимир Высоцкий – Иван да Марья
- Moony Affair by Satish Verma
- We Two—How Long We were Fool’d. by Walt Whitman
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).
