I swim Unto high waves of imagination,So seriousness blends with inspiring wine;Drink of silence made infusion,That mind grows soft then thick and aflame.Its yard is adorned with hope full merry;Ward of profound, born new sublime,A seduced aggression is it being imaginary;That wakes me from seven seas of prime.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- In a Sombre Mood by Satish Verma
- Language by W. S. Merwin
- A Poet’s Epitaph by William Wordsworth
- The Voice of Robert Desnos by Robert Desnos
- Thoughts by Ronald G. Auguste
- Self-Care for Creative Artists: 10 Reasons To Care About It
- If Death Is Kind by Sara Teasdale
- On Flatteries (From The Greek) by William Cowper
- Faery Songs poem – John Keats poems
- Flirting by Satish Verma
- This Compost. by Walt Whitman
- Sonet 48 by William Alexander
- Tree and Sky by Siegfried Sassoon
- To Don Quixote, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s A Don Quichotte by T. Wignesan.
- The Rose That Grew From Concrete by Tupac Shakur
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
