I stood at the junction,
Not knowing which road to follow,
One cluttered with leaves,
While the other was purely laid out,
Like a cloth,
Hidden among the canopy was a brook,
Replenishing life itself for thirst,
Desire and lust felt by the nerves,
Anguishing branches cuddled stems,
As if my mind is drizzling,
Over a puddle of brown leaves,
Clouds covered the grey horizon,
A question arose out of nowhere,
The sapling grew over years,
Healing time and toil.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- John Kinsella’s Lament For Mrs. Mary Moore by William Butler Yeats
- Reason The Use Of It In Divine Matters
- Гавриил Державин – К правде
- Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest by William Shakespeare
- Only Breath by Jelaluddin Rumi
- Fan-Piece, For Her Imperial Lord poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Владимир Степанов – Наша Армия
- Neglecting the Word of God: A Foundational Cause of Lukewarmness
- Ольга Берггольц – Подбирают фомки и отмычки
- Lukannon by Rudyard Kipling
- Николай Гумилев – Ночь
- Tractor by Ted Hughes
- Question mark remarks by Mark Miller
- What Are Big Girls Made Of? by Marge Piercy
- On A View Of Pasadena From The Hills by Yvor Winters
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).
