by ahcene mariche
The present you offered me is poisoned
You should know this oh! The beneficent!
It shines like a star
A frame as nice as a parapet
You admire it so much
For me it is worthless
You need to impress others
Always looking for someone prestigious
But I need someone tender
If she doesn’t fulfil my ardour
Deep feelings will bind us for ever
Why all this resentment?
Your tongue, eyes and heart
Brought you only troubles
Your wishes, needs and fervours
Are the products of your aspirations
Tell me if all
That is high is worthy
You know well my deep thoughts
I beg you to leave me
You have to join the lucky
Her heart, mind and temper
I have all I wish for
Bright, charming and soft
All the best qualities
Youth, beauty and height
Don’t mean a lot for me
It’s all over, we agree!
Our ways are well drawn
Seven years have gone
A past witnessing our love
And racking your brain
You, who led our hopes to the ruin,
ahcene mariche
A few random poems:
- Your Voice by Walter William Safar
- Омар Хайям – Не смешно ли весь век по копейке копить
- Vivien
- Messalina poem – Alfred Austin
- Федор Сологуб – Выйди в поле полночное
- The Resignation by Thomas Chatterton
- When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Love thy Country and Do a useful Act – Gurazada by Vijay Narayana Chilaka
- The Dinner-Party poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Британишский – Лето 1845 года в Соколове
- The Season
- Олег Григорьев – Папа вазу опрокинул
- Robert Burns: I Love My Love In Secret:
- A Reply To A Pessimist poem – Alfred Austin
- Don’t Ask Me Why poem – Alexander Pushkin
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
