Modest sounds my mind speaks in 3’s
What a shy comfort multi-colored fall leaves
In and out w/ confusing thoughts
We were never something including faults
Down to drown your milky white skin
Blood to tears to fears we all sin
Snap of a bone and drying eyes
For no more will anyone feel your cries
Premeditated state I gotta go
I’ve created someone you will never know
Starless midst open wide
Run rabbit run you can not hide
Outter boundries a shell like crack
Mearly enough not much I lack
To not show how, may I turn my cheek
The night is perfect for all to seek
Hopes are high and heads are low
Compare my time, this is my show
A hint of perfume among the fog
Diluted down strapped to a log
Floatless weights stir crust thats blind
Howling moon gives light to mind
Trickle Trickle the deeds been done
Lifeless greed no more I’ve won
End of the poem
15 random poems
- And the days are not full enough poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Шляпами панов не забить… (РОСТА №222)
- Untitled #10 by Nijole Miliauskaite
- An Acre Of Grass by William Butler Yeats
- Виктор Шамонин-Версенев – Дед-разиня, хитрая лиса и глупый волк
- Storm
- Golden Eangle
- Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- at Weeping Face. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Дева за клавесином
- Джон Китс – Что ж, по горам и по долам
- Олег Бундур – Праздник встречи
- Book Ninth [Residence in France] by William Wordsworth
- Ethiopia Saluting the Colors. by Walt Whitman
- I Saw His Round Mouth’s Crimson by Wilfred Owen
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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).
