The Ugly Little Bird
by Admiral Mahic
Someone has pulled me out of the grass
Because I had fallen
From a black branch.
O sweet! O wild!
The cats are evil here!
O am an ugly little bird – with my soft beak
I keep pecking at the running brook
And I screech when at someone
Bruuised by the brute force I look!
My wings still cannot fly
But I love to travel.
My little feet I can hardly raise.
Restraining my wild little shudders
I feebly into the sky gaze.
I do not want to be in the nest
In which darkness keeps me warm.
Alone and all my own
Weak and strong,
I remain out, in the storm!
Admiral
Copyright ©:
Admiral Mahic
A few random poems:
- Михаил Кузмин – В ранний утра час покидал Милет я
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Ревность
- Evening by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Robert Burns: To Miss Logan, With Beattie’s Poems, For A New-Year’s Gift, Jan. 1, 1787:
- Delinquency by Satish Verma
- An Elegy On The Glory Of Her Sex, Mrs Mary Blaize by Oliver Goldsmith
- On the Burning of Lord Mansfield’s Library by William Cowper
- A Pastoral Upon The Birth of Prince Charles: Presented to the King, and Set by Mr Nic. Laniere by Robert Herrick
- The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein
- Николай Гербель – На смерть воробья
- On Chloris requesting a sprig of blossom’d thorn by Robert Burns
- As Like The Woman As You Can by William Ernest Henley
- Зинаида Александрова – Мне рукою машет маленький сынок
- Rain falling by Vladimir Marku
- Half-Man by Satish Verma
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
- Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 93: So shall I live, supposing thou art true by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thy self away by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 89: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 86: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 85: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most, which can say more by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 80: O, how I faint when I of you do write by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear by William Shakespeare
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
