For reasons many I the world do call
To come as one to turn pain, tears to mirth,
And like a seed in blessings huge though small
Step by step lat us fill with smiles the earth.
Why do we flowers with good eyes caress?
And even snakes find some who love them dear.
My deep tears through my mouth I do express.
Look at your mate; nothing on earth comes near.
The milk we drink from cows can give us health.
A golden ring to fingers the sky blue,
But nothing has my friend indeed more wealth
Tham,yes, a humna soul; your mind review.
In fact of those who have felt pain a cry
I want the world with its distress god-bye.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Николай Заболоцкий – Весна в лесу
- Юнна Мориц – Свежий бублик
- Flight by Rupert Brooke
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Davie, A Brother Poet:
- Song—Farewell to the Highlands by Robert Burns
- Sonnet CIX by William Shakespeare
- At Shelley’s House At Lerici poem – Alfred Austin
- Юнна Мориц – Смелый гусь
- plato.html
- Robert Burns: Epitaph For Robert Aiken, Esq.:
- Ольга Ермолаева – Этот позорный ужас
- Алишер Навои – Если б был я быстрым ветром
- The Results Of Thought by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Маяковский – Про это
- Ibant Obscur? by Thomas Edward Brown
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).
