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Atanazy Pernat, 26 june 2025
MILCZĄC O RZECZACH ISTOTNYCH
Milcząc o rzeczach istotnych
Patyną żartów pokrywam kolejne akty zgonu
Nie czuję się zaproszony
I nie jest mi do twarzy ze zniczem
Załamuje się wers w
Rozjeżdżają się sylaby jak samochody o świcie
Nic z tego nie będzie kochanie
To nie był nasz czas
We wszystkich miejscach czułem się całkiem obcy
Oni zawsze milczą o najważniejszym
Podają tylko komunikaty o burzy
Meteorologia i gospodarka wodna dla odwrócenia
Uwagi od śmierci
Z tą myślą nie jest mi do twarzy
I raczej już nie do śmiechu
Milcząc o rzeczach istotnych jestem skamieniały jak drzewa
Marek Gajowniczek, 22 february 2025
Grypowym grypsem
Wschód i Zachód są czerwone.
Czarne - drzew patyki.
Trudny idzie w naszą stronę
nacisk Ameryki.
.
Drżą przed jutrem słabsze,silne -
chronione wyjątki.
Przygotować się powinne
na Nowe Porządki!
.
Nieco nowe... nieco dawne
głębie pacyficzne -
ciemne, skryte i niejawne -
geostrategiczne.
.
Rury, kable i sonary
gdzieś w Rowach Marianów
pilotują system stary
w Czarnych dziurach Stanów.
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Odkąd jest najlepszym wzorcem
głupszy dla głupiego -
Nie wiesz, co czynią pod korcem.
Nie dojrzysz nic z tego.
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Komponują, koncertują
na dwa fortepiany.
Spokój świata demolują
od ściany do ściany!
.
Nie wiesz jaki jest dla draki
Ziemi stan kwantowy?
Na wszystko dla niepoznaki
musisz być gotowy!
Satish Verma, 19 november 2024
Metaphysics Of Shrine
It was heart-wrenching
when you wanted to leave this earth,
by royal grave or by burning ghat.
Did you ever come
out from yourself, to find the
meaning of life versus death?
Mathematics of love
was a dark matter. The loneliness of
success had made you a purdue.
Satish Verma, 17 november 2024
Too Prudent
Wisdom reinvents.
You were burning yourself.
Just my way don't go.
It is the power game
you never played. You may
be sold out in fish market.
Life demands a pound
of flesh. You walk on cinders
to reach the desert to find gold.
Satish Verma, 16 november 2024
Collective Loss
In grey zone of life
I find you under bodhi tree
searching footprints of Buddha.
In war we take off
our shirts chasing the pain of
poverty. Do you doubt yourself?
In grief I was learning
from you. How to paralyze yourself
in voices of fake slogans.
Satish Verma, 15 november 2024
In Your Own Temple
Between direct and
indirect lies futurism. How
to take on the inevitable?
Will you leave my
hand? I asked the scented wind.
In sanctuary god takes turn.
You speak via eyes,
how to live in sanctum sanctorum
without dying?
Satish Verma, 11 november 2024
I Don't Know
It was most beautiful
your broken heart
in the grip of twilight.
Who speaks the truth
after gaining the heaven a
double edged sword cracks.
I cannot decide
who wins and who lost
in the war of words.
steve, 10 november 2024
You've Already Gone
It may be true that your still here, but you've already gone...
You packed your love, and locked the doors, and left me on my own,
You don't even try to understand, the things you do to me...
I guess that makes it easy, so you won't have to see,
If that's the way you really feel, I guess were too far gone...
And every face you've showed till now, have all been painted on,
I know that I have made mistakes, but you havce made them too...
If we can't admit when were wrong, then were as good as through,
Why do we say the things, to cause eachother pain...
Why do we hurt eachother, when there's nothing to be gained,
I thought you said you loved me, did you mean to lead me on?
If your trying to kill my love for you, it will soon be gone,
Look inside yourself, and tell me what you see...
Are you flesh and bone or made of stone, are you longing to be free?
You want to put the blame on me, well I'll take my share...
But it's time you looked into the mirror, and decide how much you care,
If you can't see it's killing me, without you by my side...
Then walk away but never say, that I never tried.
Satish Verma, 10 november 2024
In My Painting
You pry out my eyes,
when I look at your hands,
which were rough and cracked.
Were you digging
your future? Pomegranates
always left red scars.
Don't ask the god
who was helpless, sitting
on sun to cool you.
Satish Verma, 9 november 2024
To End The Poem
When you walk
on moon in February, I take-down
the clouds to become wet.
Your memory lingers.
I gather the monarchs to
play with my past.
I am not sure, when
the dark moves on to give space
to imprisoned pain.
Satish Verma, 8 november 2024
Never Found You
I do not know
when to stop my steep ascent
after a random fall.
My dreams prick
me. Time to hang my boots.
Enough was enough.
But the tears won't
dry on the cheeks of love.
I start my last journey.
steve, 7 november 2024
"In This Hell"
I cried all day and cried all night, but tears won't set me free...
And I can't run from the pain inside, for what will never be,
I can't go back I can't undo, what has now been done...
You can't erase a damaged heart, or stop the rising sun,
Life goes on around me, but my world seems dark and still...
I don't have the strength to smile, I hope I never will,
I know it's just a cowards way, to face the coming rain...
But I've nothing left to give this world, today my heart was slain,
To face the truth of what must be is more than I can bear...
Truths supposed to set you free, but I don't even care,
I feel my life is at it's end, and I don't wish to be...
Trapped "in this hell" that I have made, for all the world to see.
steve, 7 november 2024
"My Love For You"
Well, I guess you could say you won if you wanted to take me down...
For I couldn't get much lower, as I lie here on the ground,
My heart is all but shattered, I've nothing left to give...
And I don't care about a thing, or even if I live,
I know I should be stronger, and get up like a man...
But if I'm the only one who cares, I don't think I can,
I gave my heart to you alone, to love and to protect...
How can I show "my love for you", if you show me no respect,
You know that I'm in love with you, don't you love me too?
When this road in life I'm traveling ends, I want to be with you,
There's no one else that I love, there is no one but you...
Why do you see what isn't there, or believe what isn't true,
Why can't you see into this heart, when you look into my eyes...
Why do you want to believe the worst, and put us through goodbyes,
I love you more than you'll ever know, but I can't make you see...
That everything your searching for is here inside of me.
Satish Verma, 7 november 2024
Defaulter
After the long wait
I forgot how to kiss the flames.
All the moons failed.
The world would
freeze, when I burned and
the phoenix did not dive.
Listen, I love you
within me. O god to feel your pulse
when I decided to kill me.
Satish Verma, 6 november 2024
Virginity
In half-moon
you have been crying inside,
where the light has gone?
I learn from you
small things like kissing
the blood of the thumb―
When the arrow was
shot towards the tiny eye
of a dead snake.
Satish Verma, 5 november 2024
Freedom From Pain
Again my heart
breaks. The light has dimmed
in moon. There was no mandate.
A knock at death's
door. I had slept in your arms.
Slept in your songs.
Don't remain mum.
It hurts the ethos. Mortal
injury comes to poetics.
Satish Verma, 4 november 2024
Pure As Gold
You had tightened
the grip. I hit a rough patch.
All night you remained in my thoughts.
I will not bid you
good night, because you will
not leave me.
I refuse to go, you
refuse to come. When will we
meet to undo the sins?
steve, 3 november 2024
"Surrender"
My mind drifts off with thoughts of you, and how I love your touch...
Just what I feel I can't describe, but dreams are made of such,
I often wonder if I'll awake, to find it isn't real...
But day or night it's all the same, I dream about you still,
And I wonder if your solemn heart you'll ever let me touch...
Or has tethered pain to a hollow soul, now become your crutch?
Ties still bind your heart, you cannot fully give...
Nor do you understand in me like this, I cannot live,
To love is to "surrender", to cherish and respect...
To put one before yourself, whose heart you will protect,
To be there through the good and bad, to catch them if they fall...
To make right the wrongs we do, to walk you first must crawl,
To cut the ties that hold you back, and give your trust to me...
That I may find that depth of soul, longing to be free.
Satish Verma, 3 november 2024
You Were Not Like Me
My maiden guilt
interprets your mysterious signs
I become a moon orbiter.
Your body moves
like an eel in my eyes.
Blue lakes sleep.
Let the candle in wind
go.The gift was not understood.
Pink flames rage again.
Satish Verma, 2 november 2024
This Violence
Your coins don't
make noises. Absolutely
shocking in damp air.
Love in pieces. My
skin burns, without flames
when you kiss the thorns.
Worst was not enough
I want to drink hemlock
to turn my neck blue.
Satish Verma, 1 november 2024
Don't Sell You Thoughts
You have taken back
what you had given to me.
I offer my sleep to your eyes.
Shared pain was tangled.
Love takes the defeat.The temple
is demolished under moon.
A chandelier crashes
with piercing noise.Pink glow
vanishes from the cheeks of sun.
Satish Verma, 31 october 2024
Vision In Dark
Give me some love
plants, like viola and ferns.
Don't bend the fish, let her go.
Is it not like mountain
sickness? I cannot climb the steep
rise to see the burning world?
Let us celebrate the
golden month April.We may not live
next day to smellmoon flowers.
Satish Verma, 30 october 2024
We Were Too Proud
The animal wakes
in you, when moon cries.
I bend to lift the sun.
Blood has no Dharma.
I sit as an amber fossil.The
ripple in dust will not take it.
I am worrird about you.
The mating between words
gets ready to fight stigma.
Satish Verma, 29 october 2024
Into Depression
When your suffering
drops by, something dies in me.
A cluster of stings-
Brings the anaphylactic
shock.I look at the faces to find
out, how many times god cries.
Don't write me on
your lips like an ephemeral
smoke rising frome the castle.
Satish Verma, 28 october 2024
In Honeymoon
Something was wrong.
I cannot catch your sleeve
after timeless fight.
Standing under the
pine, you wait for the cloud
birth in water.
The sun begins to shut
the eyes. Will die red before the
moon rises.
Satish Verma, 27 october 2024
In Twilight
A dream without
a dreamer wants to reach
birth pain.
Where would you
go in dark to taste the
secret right to burn?
A corona of scented
thorns on your head attracts
the queen bees.
Satish Verma, 26 october 2024
I Am Not Changing Myself
Holed up
in my book
I find peace.
Riding moon, you don't
reach the other world.
Voiceless in
grief the words don't land
on paper.
The salamander
slips back in black hole
to taste old blood.
The holy place
ignites.
Satish Verma, 25 october 2024
Washing Relics
Stay with me to
see the blitzkrieg of comets
with long tails to shame moon.
I walk into the
trap laid by clever goons of thorn.
The tulips remain quiet.
The sharp tongues
throw the sinkers in sea.
There was no boat in sight.
Satish Verma, 21 october 2024
Who Was Yogi?
I cannot pretend
you are far away like stars
when your songs hug me.
Grass green my poems
wait for the dew drops like
tears of the moon.
My warrior sleeps
in snow, till my love like
sun, wakes you up.
Satish Verma, 20 october 2024
Street Weighs Steps
My moon crashed
on the terrace tonight. I want
to say good night queen!
Collecting the ash
from the forehead of sun I
ask the cobra to strike.
Where will you find
hemlock? It slowly ascends
the limbs. Like my dream.
Latest comments:
9 july 2025
violetta
Tak, tylko winko bezalkoholowe:)
9 july 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
wisi, to był ten sam gagatek, chyba się opamiętał,
8 july 2025
jak ma na imie?
8 july 2025
jeden z nas
8 july 2025
nie da się
8 july 2025
Czego, piwa?:)
8 july 2025
Halki nie są aż takie cienkie:)
8 july 2025
No co ty:) nie akceptuję:)
8 july 2025
te diety są przerażające, gdzie zrozumienie
8 july 2025
wow. miałem kiedyś białą myszkę była wesoła
8 july 2025
i to jest piwołanie poety
8 july 2025
motyle moga nas opuścić i wtedy trzeba przejsc
10 july 2025
wiesiek
9 july 2025
wiesiek
8 july 2025
wiesiek
7 july 2025
jeśli tylko
5 july 2025
jeśli tylko
4 july 2025
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