Latest items:

poetry

poetry

all added yesterday last week month ago

register and Add poem

Marek Gajowniczek

Marek Gajowniczek, 7 december 2022

Sen o potędze

Świat się zbroi na potęgę.
Puchną arsenały.
Order na błękitną wstęgę
przypną wodzom śmiałym,
którzy strasząc się wzajemnie
wejściem na grunt grząski,
plan Nowej Jałty tajemnie
kryją pod podwiązki.
.
Wojna ma się nie opłacać.
Zdobyczy nie będzie,
tylko syzfowa praca
na ruinie wszędzie.
Hydra będzie się odradzać!
Ma zastępcze głowy,
choć kolejne mogą spadać
w czasie odbudowy,
kiedyś Król na koniu białym
powiedzie Zastępy.
Nie będą się opłacały
kłamstwa i wykręty.
.
Ani żadna dyplomacja,
ani polityka.
Ani zbiorowa gwarancja,
co spory zamyka.
Wtedy stary siwy człowiek
wyjdzie z bazy NORAD.
Dłonią łzę obetrze z powiek,
wiedząc, że to pora
na wołanie, na szukanie
kilku Sprawiedliwych,
proszacych o zmiłowanie
i pokój prawdziwy.

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 december 2022

Time Holds Me Clean

A grim reminder.
Ah! the lunar cycle again
hurts. Candle burns at―

*

both the ends. Book
was closed for eternity.
Red moon bleeds.

*

I dip my fingers in
moonlight to smeat your
memories silver.

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

Renato N. Mascardo

Renato N. Mascardo, 5 december 2022

PARAPHRASING ADELE

holding on

life is
a game for fools
you win some you lose much
and you keep coming back daring
for more

losing
your wholeness your
silent partner your health
feels like your lover scudding off
from you

you feel
nothing at first
before the ache begins
to engulf you in a maelstrom
of bile

for your
loss you blame so
many her him it self
in the end you know that life is
a game

steadfast
patient you hold
on to your core for no
body else can hold on as well
but you

after
the loss after
the grief time to fight back
to cherish to enjoy to wait
dauntless

without
funk without joy
without pain without bliss
you don’t have life the ultimate
gamble//

renato
sunday 04 december 2022

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 december 2022

Brief Answer

One day in a dream,
I will ask the deity of ancient
temple, why did you father―

*

the elephantine
blunder of creating universe
to destroy it again?

*

I was also the builder
of bold world on the paper
for nightingale.

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 december 2022

Beginning From End

Not accepting death,
eyes search in dark, the meaning
of the salvation from―

*

coming and going.
What were your thoughts when it
rained in lightning?

*

Would you climb again
to prayers that were soundless
and wordless in eyes?

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 december 2022

Three Abstracts

Vision impaired.
The fear crawls in your poems―
for lynx-eyed words.

*

Hounded light wears
a mask to rip off the thespian.
Time was my collateral.

*

Who was the reddest in―
rose, blaze and ruby? Will you
pick the color for me?

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 december 2022

Sides Of The Truth

How would you talk to―
your unborn child, when lynching
mobs were waiting?

*

The insider was pure.
Still unknown to blood moon.
That was my other flesh.

*

Swallow all the darkness
of crying earth, I impel your
nails to scratch the sun.

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 november 2022

Marvelous Stings

Retrieve the ancient
mantra to invoke wandering
spirit of Agni.

*

Let the time burn
in crucible of fair pain to
test nugget's glitter.

*

Still virgin's book was
untouched― unopened
to redeem the words!

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 november 2022

Baby's Steps

If there was nothing
to chance at, we will not quit.
I won't see your hands.

*

Pulverized faith
seeks a new name to survive.
Prophets are dead.

*

Would you bow down
to collect the dust falling from
tresses of goddess?

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 november 2022

Relics Of Words

An ailing sun.
I grieve for a lost song
unheard in rains.

*

The kneaded flesh
of a weeping star pulsates
on the split grains.

*

Let the mother resolve,
who was the immortal son
of the bruised earth.

number of comments: 0 | rating: 0 | detail

10 - 30 - 100

Latest comments:

Terms of use | Privacy policy | Contact

Copyright © 2010 truml.com, by using this service you accept terms of use.

Ta strona używa plików cookie w celu usprawnienia i ułatwienia dostępu do serwisu oraz prowadzenia danych statystycznych. Dalsze korzystanie z tej witryny oznacza akceptację tego stanu rzeczy. Polityka Prywatności

ROZUMIEM

1