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:
- Song—A Lass wi’ a Tocher by Robert Burns
- Language by W. S. Merwin
- Aux Imagistes by William Carlos Williams
- Витамины
- The Queen’s Men by Rudyard Kipling
- Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all by William Shakespeare
- Prayers by Rainbow Reed
- The Peacock by William Butler Yeats
- My Father was a Farmer: A Ballad by Robert Burns
- The Princess (part 1) poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- A Light In The Attic by Shel Silverstein
- Владимир Высоцкий – Нынче он закончил вехи
- Robert Burns: This Is No My Ain Lassie:
- Омар Хайям – Это время любви, словно тёплая осень
- The Ladies by Rudyard Kipling
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
