I know a place where when you
brush your foot across the sand
the sand moans sadly
as if weeping
sometimes
a woman appears there, dressed in black, with eyes
emptied of tears
wind carries her across the sand like
the shadow of a cloud
there was a death camp there, during the war

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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