The Freedom Of Poetry
The angels are descending slowly,
Softly
Quietly
With love
Over your fiery letters
Kissing only the pain that you know
Kissing only the love that you see
Kissing the solitude touched only by you
Caressing the Oh of the bountiful spirit
The brave poetry.
Then slowly and slowly
Caressing your stonelike tears
The wrinkled cheeks where the fatherland
Of pain has been hit with the times
Through the screaming metaphors
Screaming all night and day
Oh, quiet and scream, scream and keep quiet
In a parallel fashion,
And emerge with a Sunny smile
In the blue mornings with thickened pupils
In the black nights with frightening storms
They call you beautiful, call you a Queen
They call you many names
And you are, quiet as solitude
With noise like sadness
Bending your lifelong pain
The endless mystery, just as the creation
Where happyness and pain are hit in the mirror
And roll the soft vision through the lips
From mouth to mouth
As a rapacious bird in silence gathers
Sometimes pain and at times engulfed in happiness.
Oh lucky poetry that loves endlessly.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Юлия Друнина – Страна Юность
- King Arthur’s Tomb by William Morris
- Sonnet CVII: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor the Prophetic Soul by William Shakespeare
- Where’s the Poet? poem – John Keats poems
- Flowers notebook
- Владимир Вишневский – Хотел я искупаться в знак протеста
- It is a Show by Rixa White
- Fergus And The Druid by William Butler Yeats
- A Farmhouse on the Wei River by Wang Wei
- Robert Burns: The Libeller’s Self-Reproof:
- Grandeur Of Ghosts by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владимир Маяковский – Шестой
- A Morning Letter by Stevens Cadet
- Омар Хайям – Когда фиалки льют благоуханье
- Sonnet 38: How can my Muse want subject to invent by William Shakespeare
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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).
