by Akshay Raja
Lonely am i now
On my soul stitches been made
Shared my heart with something new
Taught me it’s own way!
You’re on my heart
On my soul, but have lost you,
Uttering words spoke by me,
EACH STILL SEARCHING FOR YOU!
consider this as a love failure poem.
Akshay Raja
Copyright ©:
Akshay Raja
A few random poems:
- Владимир Набоков – Я на море гляжу из мраморного храма
- The Wayfarer by Sara Teasdale
- The Garden by Tammy L. Ames
- Олег Григорьев – Был праздник с весельем и танцами
- The Epic of Jack and Jill by Robby Charters
- Sonnet 08
- On the Burning of Lord Mansfield’s Library by William Cowper
- Юлия Друнина – Я курила недолго, давно, на войне
- The Poetry That Is Life
- Огюст Барбье – Рафаэль
- Herodotus in Egypt Remeber Delos by Ruth Padel
- Robert Burns: Versicles On Sign-Posts :
- True Love by Robert Penn Warren
- In Every Language by Rifat Ilgaz
- Владимир Маяковский – Если белогвардейщину не добьем совсем… (РОСТА №148)
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)
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
