Sunday, January 30, 2022
Faces Of God
"They turn to ashes" and we are the products of that process. As Carl Sagan said, "we are starstuff."-Buzz Bray
In Ancient Fire
A well-penned poem packed with a lot of expectations and emotions, Satish jee!-Padma, Hyderabad
Friday, January 28, 2022
The Last Wishes
A grave poem of graver realities. "No one wants to become another moon".. Five stars, dear poet-Unnikrishnan E S
Why Complain
even straining, on our tippy toes
we invariably, tend to fall short...
ergo, all that intense introspection
yields, a warped sense of self
since we're always looking
at a distorted reflection, to begin with...-L. B. Mek
we invariably, tend to fall short...
ergo, all that intense introspection
yields, a warped sense of self
since we're always looking
at a distorted reflection, to begin with...-L. B. Mek
Thursday, January 27, 2022
In Hurling Light
After Rebirth
Will you be the first to reach 5000?
Thank you for bringing your talent and presence!'
'You trespass the deep
pain and my words bleed.'
it seems fools rush into someone's pain
where angels fear to tread-saiom
Thank you for bringing your talent and presence!'
'You trespass the deep
pain and my words bleed.'
it seems fools rush into someone's pain
where angels fear to tread-saiom
In Ignorance
'you cannot make a big hole in
'you cannot make
a big hole in blue sky.' or in the sea either
great poem.-saiom
'you cannot make
a big hole in blue sky.' or in the sea either
great poem.-saiom
In Amnesias
'No prosthesis will work
I will run, run
after
the fading sun, for the last
kiss.
The raw wounds
don't need any bandages.'
'Let us sip, subtly
upon our love's: pseudo nectar
of everlasting's, dreams
then part, before
our awareness
awakens, my dear...'
(forgive me, dear Poet
I couldn't help
but try and scribble a few lines
to accompany your beautiful, Poetry,
I meant no disrespect, by doing-so)
thank you for choosing to share, Guru!-L. B. Mek
I will run, run
after
the fading sun, for the last
kiss.
The raw wounds
don't need any bandages.'
'Let us sip, subtly
upon our love's: pseudo nectar
of everlasting's, dreams
then part, before
our awareness
awakens, my dear...'
(forgive me, dear Poet
I couldn't help
but try and scribble a few lines
to accompany your beautiful, Poetry,
I meant no disrespect, by doing-so)
thank you for choosing to share, Guru!-L. B. Mek
Monday, January 24, 2022
On Fiery Path
The puppet and no to answer the questions. The future is unanswerable.
Thanks for making us all think, again.-James Michael Schwab
Thanks for making us all think, again.-James Michael Schwab
Saturday, January 22, 2022
In Anguish
beautiful and powerful words, s. "Never made it. The
two small feet home. "-sophin
'My goblet
remained, full of
black holes.
A cloud
will cross the line. Unrepentant
my poems
would lie on hot rocks, for baking.
Never
made it. The two small feet
home.'
Brilliant imagery, this
is what Artistry of Poetry feels like
to experience and be overwhelmed-by.
thank you, Guru!-L. B. Mek
two small feet home. "-sophin
'My goblet
remained, full of
black holes.
A cloud
will cross the line. Unrepentant
my poems
would lie on hot rocks, for baking.
Never
made it. The two small feet
home.'
Brilliant imagery, this
is what Artistry of Poetry feels like
to experience and be overwhelmed-by.
thank you, Guru!-L. B. Mek
Friday, January 21, 2022
In Anguish
Under The Neem Tree
Poignant. Emotions expresses honestly, Satish jee.-Padma, Hyderabad
Wednesday, January 19, 2022
Deity Speaks
that quietude of No
to greet
our expectancy of want
over Need...'
('know thyself': to glean
all, that you Need
accepting, all the rest
are just optional, extra's
in this
our one glimpsed, scene
of existence's
unsurpassably finite: fear)-L. B. Mek
to greet
our expectancy of want
over Need...'
('know thyself': to glean
all, that you Need
accepting, all the rest
are just optional, extra's
in this
our one glimpsed, scene
of existence's
unsurpassably finite: fear)-L. B. Mek
Monday, January 17, 2022
Extraordinary
Not heartless yet.
Like a spear through the heart... Some people love for the sake of vengeance for their past hurts. A poem as extraordinary as its title.-mdelleviolette
Like a spear through the heart... Some people love for the sake of vengeance for their past hurts. A poem as extraordinary as its title.-mdelleviolette
Not Yet Battered
Ooofffttt. Not really sure what to say about this other than its an amazing piece of art.
Regards-Craig-CJ Maleney
Regards-Craig-CJ Maleney
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