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:
- Man was made to Mourn: A Dirge by Robert Burns
- Алексей Николаевич Толстой – Купальские игрища
- Жан де Лафонтен – Мельник, Сын его и Осел
- In Darkness poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Федор Тютчев – Как летней иногда порою
- The Owners Of The Little Box by Vasko Popa
- Ольга Повещенко – Фотограф смотрит в объектив
- An Epistle to A Friend
- The Peasant’s Return by William Barnes
- Purple Heart Liz (My Girl At Woodstock) by Steve Sant
- Wings
- Epitaph for Our Children
- Beautiful Stranger by Vinaya Kumar Hanumanthappa
- Эмиль Верхарн – Я радость бытия принес тебе в подарок
- Duckweed Pond by Wang Wei
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
- Arrival by William Carlos Williams
- April Is The Saddest Month by William Carlos Williams
- Après le Bain by William Carlos Williams
- Approach Of Winter by William Carlos Williams
- A Sort Of A Song by William Carlos Williams
- A Goodnight by William Carlos Williams
- A Celebration by William Carlos Williams
- Women And Roses by Robert Browning
- Venus, on a fur by Witty Fay
- Ultima Thule by William Ellery Leonard
- To the Victor by William Ellery Leonard
- The Image Of Delight by William Ellery Leonard
- The First Part: Sonnet 5 – How that vast heaven intitled First is roll’d, by William Drummond
- The First Part: Sonnet 4 – Fair is my yoke, though grievous be my pains, by William Drummond
- The First Part: Sonnet 3 – Ye who so curiously do paint your thoughts, by William Drummond
- The First Part: Sonnet 2 – I know that all beneath the moon decays by William Drummond
- The First Part: Sonnet 14 – Nor Arne, nor Mincius, nor stately Tiber, by William Drummond
- The First Part: Sonnet 13 – O sacred blush, impurpling cheeks’ pure skies by William Drummond
- The First Part: Sonnet 12 – Ah! burning thoughts, now let me take some rest, by William Drummond
- The First Part: Sonnet 11 – Lamp of heaven’s crystal hall that brings the hours, by William Drummond
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