I swim Unto high waves of imagination,So seriousness blends with inspiring wine;Drink of silence made infusion,That mind grows soft then thick and aflame.Its yard is adorned with hope full merry;Ward of profound, born new sublime,A seduced aggression is it being imaginary;That wakes me from seven seas of prime.

End of the poem

15 random poems

 

Poetry by subject

Some external links:

The Bat’s Own Poetry Cave 

Talking Writing Monster.

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).

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