With tears on his face you can have child,
No hands to clean the sadness of his life;
His hardship, suffering in pain quite wild
For his heart`s and mind`s strife through eyes a knife.
You can have a girl in hate with her dreams
Which have become the color of her skin.
Then through her mouth blood when she sadly screams
Wich without mercy seems much like a din.
You can have things in horror out of word;
Still quite small with the sadness of my brain.
I have in my blood a cut throat- eyeless bird.
No firmament to calm my thirst has rain.
I suffer and call my thick tears, “Yes ma`am!”
The pain the wind does slam with hate I am!
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Robert Burns: The Gallant Weaver:
- Francis II, King of Naples poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Concerning Emperors by Vachel Lindsay
- It Is March by W. S. Merwin
- La Nue
- To A Cricket by Michael McGovern
- Олег Григорьев – Ты боишься высоты
- Владимир Корнилов – Встреча
- Rubber Souls poem – Andrei Voznesensky poems
- Harp Song of the Dane Women by Rudyard Kipling
- Breathing Stars, Inspiration and the Labyrinth of Correspondence
- From The Frontier Of Writing by Seamus Heaney
- Sea Shell poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Алексей Жемчужников – В Европе
- Владимир Высоцкий – Лежит камень в степи
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).
