Wow! The moon tonight is really big and round, and I cant help but think of a poem written by Li Bai: "When I was young, I didnt know the moon. I called it a white jade plate. I also suspected the Yaotai mirror, flying in the blue clouds. What a beautiful moon! Eat a moonca...
a poem of bragi a poet is born not ma a poetry-play-reading a point considered to a police procedural a police-type badge a policy a policy at war with a pool in the room a popeye a popular momentt a portrait of the pre a position in charge a positive study on i a positive test...
Had I a sucking-pig, Ere he had grown as big Even as a pint bottle or as a rolling-pin, He should have learned to be Faithful and true to thee, Yes, his first squeak should be ‘Comrade Napoleon!’ Napoleon approved of this poem and caused it to be inscribed on the wall of the...
1. What do the first two lines of the poem On the Stork Tower show A. Love. B. Sights. C. History. D. Feelings.2. What does the underlined word “reject” in Paragraph 2 probably mean A. Throw away. B. Carry on. C. Agree with. D. Take up.3. What does the writer of the...
B. A poem. C. An interview. D. An introduction. C There?s nothing quite like falling sound asleep after a full day of work. Like people,animals need to rest after working hard. Some animals sleep in water. Others dig holes under the ground. Some even sleep high in trees or under ...
While Major was speaking four large rats had crept out of their holes and were sitting on their hindquarters, listening to him. The dogs had suddenly caught sight of them, and it was only by a swift dash for their holes that the rats saved their lives. Major raised his trotter for ...
This is a poem about motherhood. Survival, life. Everyday I plan to. Life is so busy at the moment. But after reading on social media a poem by Hollie poetry. inspired by a comment regarding a victim of domestic violence. That said why didn’t they just leave ?
People going through things, I salute you. Here’s a short poem. The train to Kampot has teal cushions but you might call them green, or blue. On its way out of town it passes all the colours and flavours of Phnom Penh: a critical mass of scooters and remorques, ...
they have punctured holes in my soul but I still patch them with poetry It’s OPEN LINK NIGHT at dVerse Poets Pub, your opportunity to share ONE poem for our reading pleasure and the read the work of fellow poets. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST. Hope you can join us! 14 Comments Pos...
Sudama Pandey “Dhoomil’s” poem "The taste of Iron" went straight to a stable, and started asking the horses "what's the taste of iron?" Some, neighing, said: a bit bland a bit hot a bit bitter some, tapping their feet, said: ...