Sunday Morning Blues poem – A. D. Winans poems | Poetry Monster there is this kind of motionless motion
children crying themselves to sleep
the taste of sunsets for breakfast
and champagne for lunch
there is this kind of mellow music
hills made of wild strawberries
salt on hard boiled eggs
Peanuts in the comic strips
and radio DJ’s with god awful jokes
that see me through another morning
there is this kind of sadness
the feeling of dull razor blades
sliding across smooth skin
Marilyn Monroe suicides and weekends
with nothing to do
heart attacks from love or lack of it
funerals with no mourners
poets with little future
and lovers with no one
to love
Copyright ©: A. D. Winans
A few random poems:
- Eclogue:–Two Farms In Woone by William Barnes
- Гавриил Державин – К правде
- The Breeze at Dawn by Jelaluddin Rumi
- Alabaster by Sarojini Naidu
- By Broad Potomac’s Shore. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Высоцкий – Я сказал врачу: “Я за все плачу!”
- Delight in Disorder by Robert Herrick
- Everything ends by Tanisha Avarsekar
- Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep by Mary Frye
- Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear by William Shakespeare
- Numbers and the Bible
- In Paths Untrodden. by Walt Whitman
- The Next Chance
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 78. Again at Christmas did we weave poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Sylvia’s Mother by Shel Silverstein
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Poems in English
- I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman
- I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman
- I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman
- Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman
- How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman
- Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman
- Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman
- Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman
- Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman
- Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman
- Gods. by Walt Whitman
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman
- From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman
- From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman
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