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
- Demon by Vladimir Marku
- Robert Burns: The Bard At Inverary:
- The Song Maker by Sara Teasdale
- Untitled XX by Yunus Emre
- Song from Aella by Thomas Chatterton
- Diving Deep by Pawan Kumar
- Sonnet To Sleep poem – John Keats poems
- At a Dinner Party poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Stars Over The Dordogne by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Корнилов – Собака подлеца
- Rile Me Up! by Michael D Wentworth
- I Know A Man by Yehuda Amichai
- Sonnet 03: Canzone poem – John Milton poems
- Extempore in the Court of Session by Robert Burns
- Владимир Маяковский – Рабочей России Красной рыцарь…
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
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).
