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Laura Steph

Laura Steph, 6 february 2016

Kissing you with my eyes closed

Unrequited Love

Kissing you with my eyes closed
Never looking at you face to face
You hold me tight yet I crumble inside 
Darling, there's no love in your embrace
I implore my aching soul to avoid your empty  gaze

Unwilling to see the love that you do not feel
Unwilling to reveal the love that I conceal
I'm at my loneliest when you’re next to me
I feel the painful jab of this lopsided chemistry
 
Unable to make you love me
Not good enough even though I try
Drowning, praying my ocean of tears will soon run dry
Bidding for my broken heart to swiftly heal
Yearning - A new love for my heart to feel
 
Though these old scars will always remain
My poor old heart will forget the pain
I'm loving you and yes I've loved before
Histrory repeats itself - I'll surely love again
 
Life is delightfully sweet and sour
An assorted collection of moments which we must devour
Loving you this moment is such a sour hour 
So darling, I'm kissing you with my eyes closed

-Laura Benson (2016)


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 february 2016

Signatures

Planet earth, 
they have stopped moving with me like clouds, 
like trees. 
Sap frozen, inertia overtaking 
tongues clipped 
mouth after mouth black shut. 
Toads are croaking. 
 
Incence of hate wafting 
from scrolling suicides. 
The terrorist is on move 
from valley to valley 
shrine to shrine 
river to river. 
Bulls in veils bellowing in dark. 
 
Self-seeking or sensing the history? 
Intentness of kill or empathy of pain? 
Who were the masters hiding behind hills? 
Let me choose my scratchings from unknown pen. 
My paper should remain unwritten, 
nobody will draw the line 
nobody will put the signatures.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 february 2016

Gallows

When you were talking about purity of 
Platelets 
I was thinking to let the blood flow. 
How easy it has become to kill now? 
Is it not homecoming of the violence? 
 
You were looking for a method to execute 
yourself 
and I was searching for an answer to 
become free from bondage of self-contradiction. 
The veins are bulging on my hands. Death 
will not be happy to see me. The blood 
has already frozen. 
 
From your side and from world’s view 
the ending of conscience is the right thing 
But I squirm and I scream, 
gallows are forever.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 february 2016

Kill

Some truth disempowers you. You wanted 
to be yourself as if not to become extinct. 
A negative stress 
starts churning your entrails. 
 
Zero inertia. Your body begins 
rummaging the soul for a prayer 
which can arouse your thoughts. 
 
All drunk now. Flashback events. 
Hallucinations. 
The virtue of tongue lets go the integrity. 
Bewildered, spirited flesh ultimately cracks. 
 
The violence tumbles out. My heart 
squeezes melancholy. 
Soon there will be a crowd 
to seek a philosophical kill.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 february 2016

The Shelter

Your own shelter of erected pretentions is beautiful 
but you don’t want to come out from the cage. 
Fear of falling from the cliff, cloud and sky 
on the claws and pincers is terrific 
which could maul, lacerate and dismember you, 
 
You want to hide behind the arguments. 
Somebody starts knocking at your head like a woodpecker 
Why don’t you stick to a legend like others? 
 
 
Downhill you have to come to primordial 
touch of soil and smell the odor of naked bodies 
toiling for seeds. Gnarled hands open the jammed 
windows. 
 
Will you know the secret of a bright lamp post 
where on some night, migratory birds 
were falling dead? Black fog is floating 
and you are still standing on the spot from where 
you started.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 february 2016

Flame

What shall I write 
from the empty, desolate heart, 
when every word is being scraped? 
 
You want to clean the mess 
of a lifetime, 
yet labour brings loneliness 
and you inherit 
the depth of a problem. 
 
A thought which has no ending. 
A constant battle with yourself 
in the bleak winter of age. 
 
One by one they have died, 
Your invisible gods. 
The vast landscape 
of knowing the truth 
still remains unconquered. 
 
Pursue you must for the sake of moment 
a flame which has no heat!


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 february 2016

Crossing Time Zones

I became uniquely quiescent 
like a depthless indulgence, 
in shadows of conception. 
The waves after waves, 
of a restless continuity, 
swept the floors of mind. 
Anonymity of self started expanding. 
 
Sun burns mercilessly, 
on prayers of parched lips. 
The breadwinner beats the chest 
and the dirt of long legs 
falls on the souvenirs. 
With traditional pouring, we wash the sins. 
It was too late for mourning. 
 
Tears to tears, eyes 
lie in wait for a miracle 
which will not happen. 
A longing always remains, 
a dying whisper of a storm. 
The desert will return with 
vengeance and clouds will never come.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 january 2016

A Hot Patch

All the wayward words 
mock me for inadequacy. 
I remain detached from meaning, 
emigrating to eloquence of wordless solitude. 
The hymen breaks. 
Dumb poems cry. I don’t want to be buried 
in ruins of daydreams. 
 
Sandstorms have a strange melancholy, holocaust. 
A legitimate uprooting of faith. 
Sometimes I feel a hot patch 
of sun on my face. 
One moon away was my cool, 
abode in a green painting, 
but the frost never melted. 
 
 
This darkness is only companion, 
I will talk to winds. 
The comments on riddles will continue. 
A selection of memories, 
will make my meditation. 
The friction in history was shame. 
May be love will win.
 


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Joe Breunig

Joe Breunig, 30 january 2016

Poem: Hurt by Unyielding Truth?

Does anyone need slurs,
from slandering neighbors?
Should it bother anyone,
that people seek after God?

Would it be better, to have
vile people influencing those,
with whom you have interaction
on a regular or daily basis?

What benefit can there be,
when individuals choose to
callously break their oaths?
Are they friend-worthy?

Ideas of no absolute truth
are destructive forces, meant
to ruin our relationship
with the one, true God.

Can anyone really be
hurt by unyielding Truth,
when it uncovers the lies
that people are living?
 
 

Author notes

Inspired by:
Psa 15

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.


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Joe Breunig

Joe Breunig, 30 january 2016

Poem: Unsearchable Things

Lord, You’ve lovingly taught me
to call unto You, having promised
to reveal great, wondrous secrets.
Hidden within Thy Word are mysteries
that have yet to be fully revealed;
as I seek, don’t let me misinterpret

the Biblical Truths You’ve presented.
What principles of Yours must I employ,
for finding these unsearchable things?
How do I know my underlying motivations
will be in alignment with Your Word,
if I’m unaware of what they may bring?

This appears to require greater levels
of Faith, without viable explanations.
Therefore, I’m compelled to trust more
and be pushed out of my comfort zone;
can I find unsearchable things, O Lord,
by using Faith to knock on Heaven’s door?



Author Notes

Inspired by:
Jer 33:3

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.


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