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
- The Daughter Goes To Camp by Sharon Olds
- Владимир Корнилов – Пророк
- Miserimus
- Love Sonnet XXVIII poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Speaking the Language of Deer by Martin Willitts Jr.
- On Calais Sands poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Before Sleep poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Robert Burns: Ballad On The American War:
- Offerings. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Маяковский – Вегетарианцы
- Return Of The Heroes by Siegfried Sassoon
- Шекспир – С любовью связан жизненный мой путь – Сонет 92
- Modest Sounds by Michael Brandon Odom
- Far Within Us #3 by Vasko Popa
- Николай Гумилев – Злобный гений, царь сомнений
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).
