by Alina Ahmed
Rejoicing on the melodies of my song,
I realised standing on my toe, I’m strong,
With all the happiness I want to play along,
Where not a single thing goes wrong.
A smile on the face,
Thinking that now everything is in its place,
I want to feel the breeze of upcoming race,
In which I know I am going to be in first place.
Now no one can leave me alone,
Because now I know how to sing my tone,
Without in fear of bringing a cyclone,
Knowing that I can act as an outgrown.
Now I have realised I’m someone owing in this creation,
And no one can leave me with abrogation,
I know I can stand on my own ramification,
May be then I will be on top of this whole nation.
With no one by my side,
With whom I may collide,
After all I cannot be denied,
To act as my own preside.
Alina Ahmed
Copyright ©:
ALINA AHMED. 26th of May.
A few random poems:
- Высоцкий – Спасибо, что живой: стих, текст “Мой черный человек в костюме сером” – Poetry Monster
- “`Shepherd swains that feed your flocks” poem – Alfred Austin
- The Captive Trumpeter by William Somervile
- Аля Кудряшева – По дому бегает Марфа
- Олег Григорьев – Полосатая оса
- For Him I Sing. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Высоцкий – Про королевское шествие
- Низами Гянджеви – Слышишь, звякнул бубенцами
- Юнна Мориц – Благолепие света
- Шекспир – Но не боюсь и смерть – Сонет 80
- Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear by William Shakespeare
- doughnuts for sale by Raj Arumugam
- Song—A Bottle and Friend by Robert Burns
- Владимир Маяковский – Порт
- Robert Burns: To A Louse: On Seeing One On A Lady’s Bonnet, At Church
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Robert Burns: Scroggam, My Dearie:
- Robert Burns: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed :
- Robert Burns: The Weary Pund O’ Tow:
- Robert Burns: Lines On Fergusson, The Poet :
- Robert Burns: I do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair: Alteration of an Old Poem.
- Robert Burns: My Native Land Sae Far Awa:
- Robert Burns: Thou Gloomy December :
- Robert Burns: Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive:
- Robert Burns: Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever:
- Robert Burns: O May, Thy Morn:
- Robert Burns: A Grace After Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: A Grace Before Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: The Keekin’-Glass:
- Robert Burns: Divine Service In The Kirk Of Lamington:
- Robert Burns: The Toadeater:
- Robert Burns: Poem On Sensibility:
- Robert Burns: The Song Of Death: Scene-A Field of Battle. Time of the day-evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song.
- Robert Burns: Second Epistle To Robert Graham, ESQ., Of Fintry:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Maxwell, ESQ., Of Terraughty : On His Birthday.
- Robert Burns: O Kenmure’s On And Awa, Willie:
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
