Poems about Poetry
THE HOLY TREE
by kapardeli eftichia
In the hands a branches
of olive I keep with
friendship of sun
medal resembles
in this landscape
in the calcined body
the ground, from root golden vein,
under the earth
secretively
a old olive
more deeply it roots
and all grows tall
in plains in slots rocks
in precipices and sides
in airs it stays up
and endures
“Molecules oils” it sprouted
there that goddess
Athina struck
with the spear a skin of ground
kotinos -kallistefanos –
for the Winner
with flower of olive
with flower of soul
Dense hugs
fruit
oil for the light awake
the saints the lamp
the golden spirit
holy harvest
In unquenched time
flow of the sacred tree
awakened immortal
helium touch
the cast shoot
the trunk,
Cyclic in nature
the same root
the bare hands
where the centuries blend
zygiazo light
the sacred heart
kapardeli eftichia
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kapardeli eftichia
A few random poems:
- Tree Knowledge
- In The Chapel Of Rest by Steve Sant
- The Melancholy of Birth
- 我被包围了
- Mules poem – Yuyutsu Sharma poems | Poetry Monster
- The Essay on Liberty by Abraham Cowley
- Centenarian’s Story, The. by Walt Whitman
- Robert Burns: Sic A Wife As Willie Had:
- Adieu to Belshanny by William Allingham
- March by William Morris
- In Praise Of Henna by Sarojini Naidu
- Nocturnal Vigils poem – Alfred Austin
- Canal Bank Walk by Patrick Kavanagh
- Владимир Высоцкий – Жан, Жак, Гийом, Густав нормальные французы
- Autumn Fires by Robert Louis Stevenson
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
