Hans Kramladen

Dem jungen Mann das Herze bricht, Die holde Jungfer liebt ihn nicht. Ein Ritter stirbt zur gleichen Stund, Die Liebe schlug ihm rote W...

Your hair is like a poem, It flows from your crest, It curls in a cadence. It falls from your shoulders, Its tiny feet dangling, D...

Philemon paws at the glass door,  Answering what call?  No cat no dog no bird to catch,  Going against his own self?  Up against the pane,  ...

Gecko Gecko is good. Gecko eats insects. Keeps the house clean. Walks on the wall. Sits on the ceiling, Smacks and snacks. Chirps l...

I do not understand poetry. I do not understand poetry. I understand prose. You say what you want to say. You say it. I understand song....

Der, wer dichtet, richtet Worte Aus um Muster zu erzeugen Aus Bedeutung und aus Klang. Mal ein kleines, feines Muster, So wie Ka...