"Red rose" – 1051 rezultate
0.02 secundeMeilisearchNarcisa
sunt \"nebuna\", imi place ploaia, muzica rock si scriu poezii.
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Radu
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Stephen Crane
Stephen Crane (1871-1900), American author, whose second novel, The Red Badge Of Courage (1895), brought him international fame. The Red Badge of Courage depicted the American Civil War from the point of view of an ordinary soldier. It has been called the first modern war novel. Crane was born in Newark, New Jersey, on November1, 1871, as the 14th child of a Methodist minister. He started to write stories at the age of eight and at 16 he was writing articles for the New York Tribune. Crane studied at Lafayette College and Syracuse University. After his mother's death in 1890 - his father had died earlier - Crane moved to New York, where he lived a bohemian life, and worked as a free-lance writer and journalist. While supporting himself by his writings, he lived among the poor in the Bowery slums to research his first novel. Crane's first novel, Maggie: A Girl Of The Streets(1893) was a milestone in the development of literary naturalism. Crane had to print the book at his own expense,...
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Elena
Pana acum am incercat sa traiesc, sper sa-mi incununez incercarea cu o reusita rasunatoare!
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Alexandru Red
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Gabriel Munteanu
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Rizoiu Vlad
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garpini anastasia
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Oltean Bianca Larisa
Sunt o iubitoare de arta:sculptura,pictura,pictez tablouri si portrete,scriu poezii si proza.recent am inceput un roman.sper sa va placa daca ajungeti sa-l cititi.mai multe despre mine deduceti din textele mele.
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baghiu vlad
19 Ani... Cu chef de viata si fara obligati. Poezia e pentru mine singura arma ce are posibilitatea sa loveasca sau sa aline si sa incalzeasca suflete.
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My love is still here
de Marlena Culi
Red rose, red rose As pure as love it self, White roses as the light of Your sweet kisses. I felt once the window Of you heart open Oh, I remember that day, Like it was yesterday? No more tears, and...
hollowman
de teo chitus
hollowman i ain\'t gonna die with a single red rose stuck between a hollowman\'s chest cause this ain\'t love and i feel loved as much as a hollow man fells loved this depends on a single red rose...
Unora
de Florin DeRoxas
unii balbaiti dau seama balbaielilor din urma, pe asta, pe asta, pe asta, pe asta cum il cheama? iti amintesti? eu imi amintesc de fiecare pahar de red rose pe care l-am baut la masa singuratatii....
ziua e moale ca un chip hepatic
de Zburlea Ariana
tușesc pe o bancă în frig de parcă toate cartilajele aparatului meu respirator vor să facă un salt din gură, până la tata să-l repare pe o masă de nori doi brancardieri cară-n brațe o femeie care nu...
Într-o zi de vară...
de Maria Tirenescu
Am primit recent cartea cu titlul „Într-o zi de vară...”, carte de haiku scrisă de poetul Vasile Moldovan. Cartea a apărut la Editura Verus din București într-un format A6. Motto: Privind la oameni...
Do minor [ II ]
de Doru Alexandru
-Luca! Luca, te rog lasă discul acela! Îmi place! Vreau să îl ascult mai departe! Cincisprezece ani. Avea să împlinească cincisprezece ani peste doua zile patru ore și treizeci de minute. Gândul său...
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
de Samuel Taylor Coleridge
PART THE FIRST. It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. “By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?” “The Bridegroom’s doors are opened wide, And I am...
poems inspired by the movie Red dragon
de Andrei Dumitrescu
demons take me higher aching in my chest rising up the liar resting his lips on my nest, far away dreaming breaking out from its egg the left arters bleeding crossing heart over leg. She bears the...
Desespoir
de Oscar Wilde
The seasons send their ruin as they go, For in the spring the narciss shows its head Nor withers till the rose has flamed to red, And in the autumn purple violets blow, And the slim crocus stirs the...
Insomniac
de Sylvia Plath
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole --- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things. Under the...
