by Alissia Lyons
The end of the world was dreary
And teary, and eerie and grey
As some did run to their loved ones,
Others did cry in dismay
They trampled, and wrestled and panicked
not knowing just what they should do
The people of Earth, they spent their last minutes
Wondering… before all their lives they saw through
If I had a last moment to live
I think I’d sit and wonder as well
How do you spend such a moment?
It’s human, it’s futile, death’s spell
As the ships descend through the atmosphere,
As the zombies, they leap from the earth
Tsunamis, eruptions, corruptions commandeer
And our lives are burned at the hearth
As bushfires roar across golden planes,
As disease stamps out our last breath,
As our own stupidity strikes finally again,
We contemplate, we internalise our own death
Copyright ©:
Alissia Lyons
A few random poems:
- The Fathers by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Праздник на биваке
- Николай Гумилев – Никогда не сделаю я так
- Less Time poem – Andre Breton poems
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Закаляйся
- The Bride
- Олег Бундур – Время со Светой
- The Sun Underfoot Among The Sundews poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Primitive by Sharon Olds
- Blithe Dreams Arise To Greet Us by William Ernest Henley
- The Evenèn Star O’ Zummer by William Barnes
- Attack by Siegfried Sassoon
- An Arundel Tomb by Philip Larkin
- Love is Reckless by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- What Are Solar Roofing Shingles?
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 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the world’s eye doth view by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame 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
