Luo Zhihai

Gold Star - 163,629 Points [Luo Zhihai] (In 1954 December / Haifeng / Shanwei / Guangdong / China)

Luo Zhihai Poems

8201. To Wang Lun (Seven Jue) 3/9/2015
8202. Guest On The Smoke Billow, The Vast Mind 4/7/2016
8203. Mind Of Summer Moon 12/19/2016
8204. Are Open-Minded 8/15/2016
8205. Liquor Strong.. 9/30/2017
8206. A Comic Book 10/26/2017
8207. The Yellow Sky Lake 8/27/2017
8208. Spring Thinking 3/9/2015
8209. Song Of Fort 3/18/2015
8210. Ancient Poetry 3/18/2015
8211. Cherishing High Aspirations(Sanlianti) 2/25/2015
8212. Quiet Mood 10/23/2017
8213. With Great Care 10/3/2017
8214. Bamboo, Pine And Willow 11/23/2017
8215. Late Swallow 3/18/2015
8216. White Poplar Flowers 3/19/2015
8217. Joy And Peace In Believing 12/26/2014
8218. After Rain 1/23/2015
8219. Find Your Voice 2/27/2015
8220. Her Eyes 2/25/2015

Comments about Luo Zhihai

  • Simone Inez Harriman Simone Inez Harriman (7/16/2017 12:34:00 PM)

    Luo your poetry is astounding. Stunningly beautiful poems flow from your pen. You are very gifted.

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  • Rajnish Manga Rajnish Manga (11/14/2016 9:55:00 PM)

    Luo Zhihai is quite at ease with English as well as Chinese. He is the poet of life and nature, beauty and hope. I loved reading his couplets and other poems and found them gripping and profound in their meaning.

  • Randhir Kaur Randhir Kaur (8/1/2016 4:51:00 AM)

    You are poet of POETS....The best poet of couplets....keep going dear...

  • Jian Liying (7/6/2015 7:08:00 AM)


  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (3/18/2015 8:33:00 PM)

    your verses touch my heart

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 ...

Read the full of Her Eyes

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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