by Ahmed Mohammed
The Queen
When she was fifteen
She was the Princess
You have got to confess
The Queen is keen
You can’t say she’s mean
Her children run
And have fun
In the sun.
She stops fights
In the nights
In time she stops crime
She ate a tart
And broke a piece of her heart,
She wears a crown
In a town,
As proof she is Queen
She makes soldiers run.
With tons
Of guns.
A few random poems:
- Николай Языков – Я. П. Полонскому (Благодарю тебя за твой подарок милой…)
- Blind Man’s Buff by William Blake
- The Princess: A Medley: Tears, Idle Tears poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Butterflies by Siegfried Sassoon
- Lady Weeping at the Crossroads by W H Auden
- Михаил Кузмин – Возвращение
- Bistro Memories by P.J.Reed
- Letter To A Purist by Sylvia Plath
- A Poet I knew by Martin Zakovski
- A Grammarian’s Funeral by Robert Browning
- Rainbow Hues by Suchi Gaur
- A Catalpa Tree On West Twelfth Street poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- On A Celebrated Event In Ancient History by William Wordsworth
- walking with a staff by Raj Arumugam
- Two Songs for Hedli Anderson by W. H. Auden
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: A Poet’s Welcome To His Love-Begotten Daughter: The First Instance That Entitled Him To The Venerable Appellation Of Father
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Rankine: Enclosing Some Poems
- Robert Burns: Reply To An Announcement By J. Rankine: On His Writing To The Poet, That A Girl In That Part Of The Country Was With A Child To Him.
- Robert Burns: Ballad On The American War:
- Robert Burns Country: In The Character Of A Ruined Farmer:
- Robert Burns: On My Ever Honoured Father:
- Robert Burns: On My Own Friend And My Father’s Friend, Wm. Muir In Tarbolton Mill:
- Robert Burns: On James Grieve, Laird Of Boghead, Tarbolton :
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On Wm. Hood, Senr., In Tarbolton:
- Robert Burns: Remorse: Fragment
- Robert Burns: Wha Is That At My Bower-Door:
- Robert Burns: Green Grow The Rashes: A Fragment
- Robert Burns: My Nanie, O:
- Robert Burns: Song Composed In August:
- Robert Burns: The Rigs O’ Barley:
- Robert Burns: I Dream’d I Lay:
- Robert Burns: Poor Mailie’s Elegy:
- Robert Burns: Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie, The Author’s Only Pet Yowe., The. An Unco Mournfu’ Tale:
- Robert Burns: John Barleycorn: A Ballad :
- Robert Burns: My Father Was A Farmer:
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
