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
- Study in Hands by Théophile Gautier
- Юнна Мориц – На смерть Джульетты
- Dying
- Fidelity by William Wordsworth
- Extinguish Thou My Eyes by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Вера Полозкова – И катись бутылкой по автостраде
- The Everlasting Monday by Sylvia Plath
- The Deserted House poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Отпустите мне грехи
- The Unborn by Sharon Olds
- In Imitation of E. of Dorset : Artemisia poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- A Complaint by William Wordsworth
- REVOLT OF A SUTRA by Satish Verma
- The Bungler poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Маяковский – Никчемное самоутешение
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