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Satish Verma, 27 may 2018
Lamenting
For unspoken answers,
there was always the─
question, why hawks
were needing the peace?
Tied to innate fringes,
I want an explicit display.
The prologue was very
misleading.
War was inside and
outside. Were you a hobbes-
ian? I am not afraid
of death.
Reacted so violently.
The colored shirts should be
taken off. Let us see
the scars!
steve, 26 may 2018
Just Beneath My Skin
You walked into the room last night.. and I could barely breathe..
I couldn't take my eye's off you.. and my mind could not concieve,
That anything more beautiful.. in this world might exist..
As my eye's caressed all of you.. there was nothing that was missed,
I don't remember what was said.. as my world, dissolved away..
You were all that I could see.. beyond you, only gray,
I couldn't bring my words to mouth.. and I couldn't let it show..
The inferno that consumed me.. was not in my control,
I had to walk away from you.. my thoughts were not my own..
My heart was in complete control.. and you were not alone,
With bated breath and heavy heart.. I tore myself away..
Wanting nothing more than you.. I kept my tears at bey,
There's no good reason.. to let you know, what I feel for you..
It wouldn't change a single thing.. and I wouldn't want it to,
I'll always see you with my heart.. the way I saw you then..
And always will the fires burn.. "just beneath my skin".
sg
Satish Verma, 26 may 2018
A Love Song
When the intellect was
defiling the unwritten book;
half-read, you reach for epiphancy.
Why you had to kill yourself
on the swing, before reaching─
the peak? Searching for escape?
I cannot know you, O flame.
Do not go beyond the sky.
My wings twist like nasturtiums.
Last night a city wept in─
my arms. There were no roses─
left and, no cut glass nudes.
They bleed, when you dig
out the roots. The croci were
planted by me when snow had melted.
Satish Verma, 25 may 2018
Unfinished Script
Your hands were chopped off.
How will you write
the poem now?
*
Truth was─
an alloy. Need to mix some
lie in pure gold.
*
Why did the
roses cry? The saint was
not in the tomb.
Satish Verma, 24 may 2018
Climacteric
Tonight when you deploy
the pillow to block the doors
and the skin fails; a moon
will enter by sealth from
the window in virgin black night.
I will bring forest flames from
where, adoration never stops.
There may be a disconnect─
when you kill the time; yet
turmoil rises with sensuality.
A fluid design appears
in blue dark. There was balka-
nization in the limbs. I grab
the waterfalls, climb the strings
and reach the bliss of a poem.
Satish Verma, 23 may 2018
Recollection
After the prank
call, the death returns to room q
for her friend.
*
You were drinking
moon in dark. A door opens
for the guest.
*
There would be
no elegy. A poet will die
today, anonymously.
Satish Verma, 21 may 2018
Grains Of Wood
Read me a poem.
The lightening has touched again─
my raw nerves.
*
I say, don’t
climb the terrace. Bougaivillea
has made it a home.
*
I have come,
a longway to meet my lover,
the solitary moon.
Satish Verma, 20 may 2018
Waiting To Blink
Eating circles in the sky
I ask you to step outside
the space. It was time!
I will alter the succession
of flesh to spirit.
Sky was overcast, when
mercury was falling.
The thread breaks. Your
theory falls without wings.
Chandeliers chase the─
shadows on the walls.
You start collecting the
tomorrow and the morrows.
There were no more yester-
days. Ashes will stay in urns.
The grass remains wet with dew!
Satish Verma, 19 may 2018
Colloquy
Will you wait for me
till the moon parts the clouds
and the lake looks serene?
A reticent encounter;
I want to speak through─
silence. A shadow play will do.
Mystic nights weave─
a conspiracy. The insects
hover like words.
A lamp? No I will
burn my bridges to illuminate
the river.
Between the math─
and a story lies
the bloody corpse.
Leszek Czerwosz, 18 may 2018
Walentyna
zabiera mnie czasem w kosmos.
Rakietą do planet,
ku słońcu lecimy,
aż się roztopi wstydu maska.
W obiektywie,
w pośpiechu,
w kabinie zawsze za ciasnej,
cały się spalam.
Takie życie warte jest wspomnień.
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27 december 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
No oczywiście, wolę wypowiedź szczerą, miło
27 december 2025
marka
Delikatna i pęłna wdzięu fotografia.
27 december 2025
Piękne. Czy da się to zagrać?
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Klimatyczne, tajemnicze. Robi wrażenie.
27 december 2025
CZuć powagę chwili. Ciekawa praca.
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Nastrojowe światło. Super.
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Spacer do chmur.
26 december 2025
wolnyduch
Dzięki za niemą obecność... Wszystkiego dobrego,
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Ciekawa puenta... Też sądzę, że prawdziwa
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Tak, wspaniały Wiersz, to prawda, że są zawsze
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Jak zwykle wstrząsająco mocne i niezwykle prawdziwe pisanie,
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Wiem Bel, że cenisz komentarze, w przeciwieństwie
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