by Ahmed Mohammed
The Queen
When she was fifteen
She was the Princess
You have got to confess
The Queen is keen
You can’t say she’s mean
Her children run
And have fun
In the sun.
She stops fights
In the nights
In time she stops crime
She ate a tart
And broke a piece of her heart,
She wears a crown
In a town,
As proof she is Queen
She makes soldiers run.
With tons
Of guns.
A few random poems:
- I know The Music (unfinished) by Wilfred Owen
- A Reminiscence poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Маяковский – Шляпами панов не забить… (РОСТА №222)
- Fuck Israel
- Landowners by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Маяковский – За истекший декабрь добыча по Подмосковному… (РОСТА №896)
- Solitude poem – Alexander Pope
- Николай Заболоцкий – Мир однолик, но двойственна природа
- The Moon’s the North Wind’s Cooky by Vachel Lindsay
- Robert Burns: Epigram On Seeing Miss Fontenelle In A Favourite Character:
- A Peck of Gold by Robert Frost
- They Did Not Expect This by Vernon Scannell
- A Little Te Deum Of The Commonplace by John Oxenham
- Joy-Bells by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владислав Крапивин – Спокойная ночь
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Robert Burns: Scroggam, My Dearie:
- Robert Burns: When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed :
- Robert Burns: The Weary Pund O’ Tow:
- Robert Burns: Lines On Fergusson, The Poet :
- Robert Burns: I do Confess Thou Art Sae Fair: Alteration of an Old Poem.
- Robert Burns: My Native Land Sae Far Awa:
- Robert Burns: Thou Gloomy December :
- Robert Burns: Behold The Hour, The Boat, Arrive:
- Robert Burns: Ae Fond Kiss, And Then We Sever:
- Robert Burns: O May, Thy Morn:
- Robert Burns: A Grace After Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: A Grace Before Dinner, Extempore:
- Robert Burns: The Keekin’-Glass:
- Robert Burns: Divine Service In The Kirk Of Lamington:
- Robert Burns: The Toadeater:
- Robert Burns: Poem On Sensibility:
- Robert Burns: The Song Of Death: Scene-A Field of Battle. Time of the day-evening. The wounded and dying of the victorious army are supposed to join in the following song.
- Robert Burns: Second Epistle To Robert Graham, ESQ., Of Fintry:
- Robert Burns: Epistle To John Maxwell, ESQ., Of Terraughty : On His Birthday.
- Robert Burns: O Kenmure’s On And Awa, Willie:
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
