The impetus of delirium,
drills deep into my brain.
The drifting shadow provokes,
my opulence to strain.
Impetuous choice of words,
befuddle all mankind.
Disentangle my intent,
of the colloquy beneath the rhyme.
Incontrovertibly I say to thee,
I know thy true intent.
Entrée oh aberration,
because my mind is spent!
Copyright ©: Margaret Marie Hubbard
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Leszko The Bastard poem – Alfred Austin
- The Heritage by Siegfried Sassoon
- After the Battle by Thomas Moore
- His Last Sonnet poem – John Keats poems
- Lead Soldiers poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- As Kingfishers Catch Fire poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Владимир Британишский – В пыльном, душном, купеческом
- Fan-Piece, For Her Imperial Lord poem – Ezra Pound poems
- My Rival by Rudyard Kipling
- Владимир Высоцкий – Давно, в эпоху мрачного язычества
- Night on the Convoy by Siegfried Sassoon
- Stream And Sun At Glendalough by William Butler Yeats
- Sometimes by Vinko Kalinić
- Михаил Кузмин – Туманный день пройдет уныло
- October, 1803 by William Wordsworth
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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).
