Luo Zhihai

Gold Star - 130,844 Points [Luo Zhihai] (In 1954 December / Haifeng / Shanwei / Guangdong / China)

Luo Zhihai Poems

4361. Deep Knowledge 10/18/2016
4362. Sing Our Motherland 10/18/2016
4363. Pine Forest Bathes In The Rain, Poetry Wind Drunk 10/18/2016
4364. Worry Swelled 10/18/2016
4365. Poetry Is Thin 10/18/2016
4366. Clear Anxiousness Buys Wine 10/18/2016
4367. Clear Anxiousness Buys Wine To Get Your Heart Drunk 10/18/2016
4368. The Treasured Sword Edge 10/18/2016
4369. The Ghost's Painted Skin 10/18/2016
4370. Water The Tea Garden 10/18/2016
4371. Understand And Express Feelings, Hearts In Collision 10/18/2016
4372. Moistens The Thin Pen 10/19/2016
4373. Quickly Write 10/19/2016
4374. Look Sideways The Dust World 10/19/2016
4375. Plum, Orchid, Chrysanthemum And Bamboo 10/19/2016
4376. Cloudy Sea Surges And People Sea Vast, Happy Time Must Be Happy 10/20/2016
4377. Years Like Songs 10/20/2016
4378. Landscape In The Painting 10/20/2016
4379. Continuous Heavy Rain 10/20/2016
4380. The Qunxun Wine 10/20/2016
4381. Ten Thousands Of Auspicious Light 10/20/2016
4382. The Poetic Tree 10/20/2016
4383. The Bell And Drum 10/21/2016
4384. Gives Strength 10/21/2016
4385. Inner Voice 10/21/2016
4386. Where The Love Returns 10/21/2016
4387. After The New Rain 10/21/2016
4388. Indulge In The Fertile Fields 10/22/2016
4389. Greet The Happiness 10/22/2016
4390. Endeavour To Spring's Doting 10/22/2016
4391. Confidante's Words 10/22/2016
4392. The Wild Tune 10/22/2016
4393. The Beauty 10/22/2016
4394. Peach Color 10/22/2016
4395. The Exquisite Moon 10/22/2016
4396. Rock Under The Pine 10/23/2016
4397. Stream Bridge 10/23/2016
4398. The Green Grave 10/23/2016
4399. From The Beginning Stride Across 10/23/2016
4400. Leisurely Watch Water Flowing Out In A Trickle Takes A Long Time To Exhaust, Mood Comforts, White Clouds Cross Swiftly, From The Beginning Stride Across 10/23/2016
Best Poem of Luo Zhihai

Her Eyes

★ Her Eyes

☆ Poetry by Edwin Arlington Robinson


Up from the street and the crowds that went,
Morning and midnight, to and fro,
Still was the room where his days he spent,
And the stars were bleak, and the nights were slow.

Year after year, with his dream shut fast,
He suffered and strove till his eyes were dim,
For the love that his brushes had earned at last, -
And the whole world rang with the praise of him.

But he cloaked his triumph, and searched, instead,
Till his cheeks were sere and his hairs were gray.
'There are women ...

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A Burdock—clawed My Gown

★ A Burdock—clawed my Gown

☆by Emily Dickinson

A Burdock—clawed my Gown—
Not Burdock's—blame—
But mine—
Who went too near
The Burdock's Den—

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