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
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- For the Bed at Kelmscott by William Morris
- Olney Hymn 9: The Contrite Heart by William Cowper
- The Identification by Roger McGough
- The Coal Picker poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Катя Пиксаева – Давай поговорим о доброте
- “Take not the Gods to task, for they are wise” poem – Alfred Austin
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- different lovers by Raj Arumugam
- The Kiss by Sara Teasdale
- Владимир Маяковский – В начале настоящего года у нас было 3833 здоровых паровоза… (РОСТА №776)
- Hitler, a poem about Hitler
- Robert Burns: The Bonie Lass Of Albany:
- Christmas Star by Walter William Safar
- Different World Views of Art
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).