Words – “My only friends forever” by Vasishta Sharma Gudi
Words! Not just congregation of simple letters to write. But great aggregation of essence which take me to an ethical site. Though they are tiny, when penned on the paper. They are the replica for indestructibility in this universe. Nothing on this earth can make my thought’s birth familiar to world. Except the credit of […]
Winter Wind by Vasil Slavov
Winter Wind by Vasil Slavov Winter Wind Wants to Wake up My Wife While She is Dreaming of Sozopol Hey, You, Wind of winter glitter, disrespectful ( yes, a little ), keep your screechy meowing down, turning, tossing ice around. . . She is sleeping in her room with the vase, the book. In gloom […]
Will Remain Unseen by Vasil Slavov
Will Remain Unseen by Vasil Slavov we intertwined in one another away from one another bleeding blades of autumnal grass brought from distant burning fields whispering in withered colors hauntingly silent, facing the dew drops whose glossy surface will name our numbness will spell our unwindiness we yesterday’s dreams echoes forgotten their timid inception helpless […]
Vietnam Vet befriends an immigrant in Pittsburgh, Pa – ( let’s put it that way ) by Vasil Slavov
Vietnam Vet befriends an immigrant in Pittsburgh, Pa – ( let’s put it that way ) by Vasil Slavov Now Ralph is not home. Now Ralphie is gone. The Vietnam Vet with his furry pet. He bought us a cake ( for God gracious sake ) for me & my wife to start a new […]
To Somebody Out There by Vashti Trisawati Abhidana
If I remember It started from a cell Wrong number, right answer It’s just another day went by Until a paragraph came along And answers back longer than an highway The highway is straight ahead Comes and goes never ends Until one day Each of us tries to face-to-face But time seems caught in the […]
The Blessed Birth by Vasishta Sharma Gudi
Thou ( every human) Arrived on thy dreamland, linking both the heavens and earth to furnish the divine delegation on this planet and to make it plenty through thy working dedication. All that purity of crystals, all that clarity of waters is summed up in thou to make thou thousand fold purest of the pure. […]
Sweet Colonnade by Vasil Slavov
Sweet Colonnade by Vasil Slavov Oh, my sweet, sweet colonnade, do you still sharpen your pillars against the cinnamon dusk of the place so distant, so insanely revered, so bitterly rejected the place called . . . How did we call this place, Madam? Patria, madam? Or something like that? I did forget. . . […]
Shadow Of Liberty by Vattacharja Chandan
You want everything in your hold Why should one dragged to it who is the sky? Build as many worlds you like in the world You say eachbody is free But like dry ice want others under your shadow Countless hollow bellies O you’ve nothing to do Countless hollow minds O you’ve nothing to […]
Sea of lavender ( 4 pre-summer poems ) by Vasil Slavov
into the sunset into the sunset the black mare my love disappears – her gentle silhouette tosses the discus of silence into craters of hoof-less stars my black mare my love with mane of wind has gone into the sunset . . . sea of lavender walk on the surface walk on the water my […]
No LOVE by venkatesh.valusa
U haven’t loved me In the hottest summer in May, In the wettest rains in August, In the chillest in December. Rather than you left me In land where There is no shade of your love from the hottest summer, There is no hide from heaviest rains, There is no warm cover from coldest chills, […]
My life – “An ambiguous journey” by Vasishta Sharma Gudi
I am aware that …. My birth is certain, my demise is certain. All my deeds in this voyage betwixt two certain shores is immensely uncertain. All along this journey, I travel through the boulevard of thoughts. Some consolidate my mind with joy, some melt my heart with melancholy. I cope to succeed, I hope […]
Let Me Tide Over by Vattacharja Chandan
This is the sole prayer of my heart & soul If you don’t give me sunny days ever in life don’t give don’t give never give never give don’t give don’t give ever Only let me t~i~d~e over the o~c~e~a~n of experiments of time
Kite by Vattacharja Chandan
<> . . . …The 8.0pt;font-family:Garamond”> kite drifts away severing its thread cut to infinity Afar rushing kids vie for the crashlanding pie outcry: …Cutting lo kite cutting ho… cutting lo kite cutting ho… . Dawning amber sun Raw smell of fresh green crops in the erratic wind At wee hours in […]
Immortal Indian Legend by Vasishta Sharma Gudi
You were born as light, you were born to enlighten. Your birth is an incarnation of infinite knowledge and wisdom. Oh inborn intellect,you are immortal! Oh divine incarnation,you are eternal! You were born as courageous, you were born to encourage. Your resonant voice,vibrant words transformed every sheep being into a lion. Oh leonine legend,you are […]
Had Something To Say by Vattacharja Chandan
When we were to say muted in heartremor we said what not to say But which to say beshamed (neither said you) (nor said I) When we were to hear muted in heartrauma we heard what not to ear But which to share bepained “Times New Roman”;mso-bidi-font-family:”Times New Roman”;mso-ansi-language: EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA”>{neither said you} {nor said […]
Deity of my dreams by Vasishta Sharma Gudi
That day was remarkable, that day was memorable on which my heart felt that it’s not alone in this life belt. when it witnessed its companion, it became the most coveted of love, when it sighted its support, it became the most sacred of solace. The meeting was magical, the moment was mystical, there appeared […]
Confession by Vasishta Sharma Gudi
Oh! well known power behind this boundless creation. Unknown to all in form, why did you ushower me! Your merciless harm called my incorrigibility. You did equip me well by thy creative will to discover many of intangible designs, unriddled truths. But I’m not much sophisticated to search out what my real self is? Which […]
Bulgarian Lullaby by Vasil Slavov
Bulgarian Lullaby by Vasil Slavov ( excerpt ) 1. . . . what have you done where have you gone the road back flight of the salmon resembling glistening scimitar cutting deep into the forehead of the falling sun stretched shadows sensing distant premonition . . . 7 seas + oceans lake(s) Monongahela(s) Allegheny(s). . […]
At the bottom by Vasil Slavov
At the bottom by Vasil Slavov this is almost it inexplicable final outburst calloused fragile aftermath why is the strength so strong the felt so deep the dreamt so wild the love so . . . human now in this this is in this so easily extinguishable it * * * how little are the […]
Wife Killer by Vernon Scannell
He killed his wife at night. He had tried once or twice in the daylight But she refused to die. In darkness the deed was done, Not crudely with a hammer-hard gun Or strangler’s black kid gloves on. She just ceased being alive, Not there to interfere or connive, Linger, leave or arrive. It seemed […]
Where Shall We Go? by Vernon Scannell
Waiting for her in the usual bar He finds she’s late again. Impatience frets at him, But not the fearful, half-sweet pain he knew So long ago. That cherished perturbation is replaced By styptic irritation And, under that, a cold Dark current of dejection moves That this is so. There was a time when all […]
Walking Wounded by Vernon Scannell
A mammoth morning moved grey flanks and groaned. In the rusty hedges pale rags of mist hung; The gruel of mud and leaves in the mauled lane Smelled sweet, like blood. Birds had died or flown, Their green and silent attics sprouting now With branches of leafed steel, hiding round eyes And ripe grenades ready […]
Verdad Innegable by Victoria Luisa Mora Paoli
No digas nunca Dios no existe porque él te dará señales ínequivocas de su real existencia. Sólo el que esta ciego, el que vive en la oscuridad, el que está sordo a la voz de DIOS, no puede ver lo majestuoso de su grandeza, no puede oir su llamado ni glorificar su santo nombre porque […]
Unsaid by Victoria Bukofske
Little wisps of grass stood above the snow. Like hairs pricked by static. Defiant, but folding over from the weight. Like a harsh tongue rolling over the wash of words left unsaid. Copyright ©: Victoria Bukofske ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. Poetry […]
Unapologetic by Vikrant Sapkota
Tickling me, making me laugh Forcing me, to stay on their grasp Somehow, I derailed from their path Tired of facing, everyone’s wrath Looking at me, always seeing a child’s face Explaining me, I should always ace Rambling about, not being top in the race Forgetful them, don’t know my pace They say,”Hush! little boy […]
To share by Victor A. Bueno M.
Sunrises and sunsets Beach pebbles Even a single fish scale Are as shareable as bread The salty sea lick And to swim in a fresh breeze As a tree leaf Are also as shareable as bed But I’m afraid I’ve never found The right people to share Those things with them Maybe I didn´t see […]
Thrones In Heaven by Victoria Rose
Thrones In Heaven by Victoria Rose To you, my family may seem small, But I promise there’s more that meets the eye. Each member rests on their thrown, Smiling way beyond the sky. Grandmas throne is huge, My great grandmas is even bigger, My aunts is all gold, And they’re all protected by a mighty […]
They Did Not Expect This by Vernon Scannell
They did not expect this. Being neither wise nor brave And wearing only the beauty of youth’s season They took the first turning quite unquestioningly And walked quickly without looking back even once. It was of course the wrong turning. First they were nagged By a small wind that tugged at their clothing like a […]
The Terrible Abstractions by Vernon Scannell
The naked hunter’s fist, bunched round his spear, Was tight and wet inside with sweat of fear; He heard behind him what the hunted hear. The silence in the undergrowth crept near; Its mischief tickled in his nervous ear And he became the prey, the quivering deer. The naked hunter feared the threat he knew: […]
The Men Who Wear My Clothes by Vernon Scannell
Sleepless I lay last night and watched the slow Procession of the men who wear my clothes: First, the grey man with bloodshot eyes and sly Gestures miming what he loves and loathes. Next came the cheery knocker-back of pints, The beery joker, never far from tears, Whose loud and public vanity acquaints The careful […]
The Loving Game by Vernon Scannell
A quarter of a century ago I hung the gloves up, knew I’d had enough Of taking it and trying to dish it out, Foxing them or slugging it toe-to-toe; Keen youngster made the going a bit too rough; The time had come to have my final bout. I didn’t run to fat though, kept […]
The Great War by Vernon Scannell
Whenever war is spoken of I find The war that was called Great invades the mind: The grey militia marches over land A darker mood of grey Where fractured tree-trunks stand And shells, exploding, open sudden fans Of smoke and earth. Blind murders scythe The deathscape where the iron brambles writhe; The sky at night […]
Sunshine by Vin lan
If it’s a feeling, I thought it existed and I was excited/ I wasn’t carried by the looks but I had the poem recited/ I never believed in love at first sight but I became a victim/ I couldn’t hesitate to make a move, it bit my instincts/ With that fear of losing, I still […]
Snake eggs by Victor A. Bueno M.
Snake eggs Universe’s architect Likes to reuse designs To repeat itself In a way Only a lovely mother Would appreciate Repeating patterns Aggregated building blocks Some people say I mean eggs But of snakes I’m talking about Saturday morning rain And of talking to you In vain Knowing that you Are very far away VABM […]
Silver Wedding by Vernon Scannell
The party is over and I sit among The flotsam that its passing leaves, The dirty glasses and fag-ends: Outside, a black wind grieves. Two decades and a half of marriage; It does not really seem as long, Of youth’s ebullient song. David, my son, my loved rival, And Julia, my tapering daughter, Now grant […]
Schoolroom On A Wet Afternoon by Vernon Scannell
The unrelated paragraphs of morning Are forgotten now; the severed heads of kings Rot by the misty Thames; the roses of York And Lancaster are pressed between the leaves Of history; Negroes sleep in Africa. The complexities of simple interest lurk In inkwells and the brittle sticks of chalk: Afternoon is come and English Grammar. […]
They Did Not Expect This by Vernon Scannell
They did not expect this. Being neither wise nor brave And wearing only the beauty of youth’s season They took the first turning quite unquestioningly And walked quickly without looking back even once. It was of course the wrong turning. First they were nagged By a small wind that tugged at their clothing like a […]
Schoolroom On A Wet Afternoon by Vernon Scannell
The unrelated paragraphs of morning Are forgotten now; the severed heads of kings Rot by the misty Thames; the roses of York And Lancaster are pressed between the leaves Of history; Negroes sleep in Africa. The complexities of simple interest lurk In inkwells and the brittle sticks of chalk: Afternoon is come and English Grammar. […]
NOCHE MARINA by Victoria l.mora paoli
Era noche cerrada sólo estaba el mar y yo, las olas iban y venían y en cada ola juguetona y traviesa les cantaban alegremente a los botes mecidos por el vaivén de las aguas y a las redes de los pescadores. Ya los hombres de mar comenzaban a llegar para irse en sus barcas a […]
NO SE VIVIR ASI by victoria luisa mora paoli
Todo es tan díficil que de repente, una se siente perdida en un mundo que no logro comprender sólo lloro en mi eterna soledad, una soledad honda, profunda, una soledad que tiene una hermana la tristeza que hace doler el pecho, que no tiene compasión, que lástima y desgarra el alma que nadie conoce que […]