Today I`m sad; yes sad, my eyes did imply.
The heart can`t see; it`s true hidden it lives.
On human vision his love must rely.
My eyes quite spoke, her beauty one that gives.
It was not so; she was a thorn inside,
And poor my heart that followed my eyes` mood.
Now my emotions in my deeps collide,
And with a tear my error I conclude.
One has no eyes, trust what, my friend, the ear?
The voice deceives in crueller ways than sight.
The heart has pain in every instance near.
I say, “Poor heart,” and feel it pain not right.
Who eyed a female with beauty outside
And did not have a heart that took her side.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Wheel by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Маяковский – Стабилизация быта
- Зинаида Александрова – Таня и волчок
- Poppies In October by Sylvia Plath
- A Melody By Scarlatti poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly by Oliver Goldsmith
- Fierce Mooning by Satish Verma
- The Window Overlooking The Harbour
- The Death of Grandfather poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Rich or Poor by William Henry Davies
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мне скулы от досады сводит
- Stubborn by Roland Flint
- My Mother Would Be a Falconress by Robert Duncan
- Sonnet II: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow by William Shakespeare
- Vaulting by Satish Verma
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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).
