A jeering sun once rose
And all she knew
Flower of her dream never grew
But in home of her own was a growing rose
That brought her smile and joy with hope
Eighth of months third day of week
Stress of delivery so she was weak
After I was born, like hen and her chick
My first seen elevated highest, her merriness than mountains’ peak
Though in that moment of abating pains
Her brightest heart was a sun shine on flowery plains
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Pensive on Her Dead Gazing, I Heard the Mother of All. by Walt Whitman
- The Common Life by W H Auden
- Limericks by Robby Charters
- Green Thumb by Philip Levine
- Song—Behold the Hour, the Boat, arrive by Robert Burns
- Владимир Маяковский – Глупая история
- Lukannon by Rudyard Kipling
- Transcience by Sarojini Naidu
- Interlude: Songs Out Of Sorrow by Sara Teasdale
- Алишер Навои – Цветком, что счастье нам несет
- Lying Down by Robert Desnos
- He Who Creates Re Creates Himself
- Hai Kou Unpublished
- Ольга Берггольц – Сибиринка
- Paradise Lost: Book 04 poem – John Milton poems
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).
