by Alan Summers
all my mistakes
each click of the pen
the robin moves
traffic jam
a driver fingers the breeze
through the sunroof
summer wind
a sparrow re-rights itself
at the peanut cage
the rain
almost a friend
this funeral
snowing
through the blizzard
particles of me
Prints for the Morning
Copyright ©:
Alan Summers
A few random poems:
- Oblivion by Satish Verma
- A Toast To Nations
- The Triumph Of Achilles by Paul Celan
- Despair
- The Warning by Robert Creeley
- Black magic by Mrunmayi Mandan
- Sonnet 150: O from what power hast thou this powerful might by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Британишский – Крылов и тверяки
- Аля Кудряшева – Ходят катера по Малой Невке
- Hellcat
- The Well Of Love by Walter William Safar
- Омар Хайям – Ну, допустим, что будет тебе и почет
- Morning Poem #39 by Wanda Phipps
- Summer Enclosed In A Semi-Dark Cup by Nijole Miliauskaite
- in praise of the moon by Raj Arumugam
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: My Lord A-Hunting:
- Robert Burns: The Bonie Moor-Hen:
- Robert Burns: Prologue: Spoken by Mr. Woods on his benefit-night, Monday, 16th April, 1787
- Robert Burns: Verses Intended To Be Written Below A Noble Earl’s Picture:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Mrs. Scott: Gudewife of Wauchope-House, Roxburghshire.
- Robert Burns: Inscription For The Headstone Of Fergusson The Poet:
- Robert Burns: Extempore In The Court Of Session:
- Robert Burns: Bonie Dundee:
- Robert Burns: Rattlin’, Roarin’ Willie:
- Robert Burns: Mr. William Smellie -A Sketch:
- Robert Burns: To Miss Logan, With Beattie’s Poems, For A New-Year’s Gift, Jan. 1, 1787:
- Robert Burns: Address To A Haggis:
- Robert Burns: Address To Edinburgh:
- Robert Burns: Yon Wild Mossy Mountains:
- Robert Burns: A Winter Night :
- Robert Burns: On Sensibility: Fragment
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Major Logan:
- Robert Burns: Tam Samson’s Elegy: When this worthy old sportman went out, last muirfowl season, he supposed it was to be, in Ossian’s phrase, “the last of his fields,” and expressed an ardent wish to die and be buried in the muirs. On this hint the author composed his elegy and epitaph.-R.B., 1787.
- Robert Burns: Composed In Spring:
- Robert Burns: Inscribed On A Work Of Hannah More’s: Presented to the Author by a Lady.
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)
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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
