I am a sculptor
I always yearn to convert
A hard rock into
A beautiful sculpture-
But thinking of transforming
Every stone i see
Into a great piece of art
Is nothing but my greediness
May be that is the reason
Why all my creations have
Some or other defect-
However my endeavor
Will not end…
One day i will
Create a master piece
To the liking of one and all !
End of the poem
15 random poems
- fruit_leaf_roots_flowers.html
- Lucretius poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Belle Isle, 1949 by Philip Levine
- The Fathers by Siegfried Sassoon
- Spring – The First Pastoral ; or Damon poem – Alexander Pope
- Poor Devil! by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Returned To Say by William Stafford
- A Code of Morals by Rudyard Kipling
- Sonnet CVII by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Британишский – Петербургский горожанин
- A Necklace by William Strode
- Михаил Кузмин – В густом лесу мы дождь пережидали
- Robert Burns: Whistle O’er The Lave O’t:
- Mozart’s Grave poem – Alfred Austin
- Dedication by Stephen Vincent Benet
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).
