The Storm In Sea

One of your best.-James Michael Schwab

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Pain is Flowering

A good poem with an emotional touch, Satish jee...-Padma, Hyderabad

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 Glad to hear it. Much in the news. Be well. ~S~-allets

Mother Winter
Daughter Spring

Mother Winter has white hair.
She moves slowly.
Makes everyone hush and sleep.
In soft blankets of flakes.
Can blow cold windy truths.
But also gently send nourishing snow.
Without her, Daughter Spring cannot grow.

Daughter Spring
Gently blossoms
Seemingly dull seeds
Peek open the cheery beauty
She laughs as the brook
Bursts radiant smiles as the daffodils
Slipping through Mother Winter's hugs
She is eternal maidenhood.-AngryLaughter

"Peek open the cheery beauty" Last spring Jason put out a call for a return to beauty in poetry. This does that. thanks for the share/response.-allets

Drop by drop, icicles melt, as winter slowly turns to spring.-saiom

Sacrificially, wielding his body scepter,
the icicle, winter king,
slowly drip drips away
ordaining winter turn to spring.-saiom

What was that? I heard
the familiar tat tat tap tat.
It woke me as I nestled
warm as snug in a comforter
against the chill.
.
There it is again. Pat pit pit
as hot slippered feet push
away the habitual night
hibernation , warm
knuckled hands wanders
absently to each eye's corner
and shovels out dreams.
.
Again! The head tilts
to listen and confirm. Chit
chip chit chit. I shiver off
the less crisp coolness
of the winter room
and, old memories
fill midnight void.
.
The first thought thaws
and I smile leaning a dry
nose against the sweated
window to watch the last
snowflake
walking across
the front porch.-allets

Beautiful Lady A!-Beavis

Yes it is a beautiful poem... and the last line is delightful-saiom 

Ya wecum - where's everybody? - like me - vanishing into reality.-allets

Emerging from reality to say: all the above poems are amazing! Such a talented bunch here.
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Snowflakes walking across the porch. I'm so in love with that.-patriciajj

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Would You Kneel?

A beautiful verse, that depicts emptiness and human emotions, Satish jee. Lovely.-Padma , Hyderabad

Sir
This beautiful poem reminded me of Emperor Ashoka's story and his pain.
Conscience creates a meme
Very iconographic line.-N K Jyothi, Mumbai

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Bridge Collapses

milk of our Truth's
as sinew threads, bridging
our nightmares and realities
these: curdled Fear's
we Knowingly, surrender to...
(thanks for sharing, Guru!
and inspiring,
my little scribbled reply)-L. B. Mek

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Amaryllis Blooms

the last stanza .. seems an ode
to all parents, all lovers.-saiom

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Analysing Myself

sweet and sad-saiom

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Turn off The Lights

How beautifully you said that pain makes you rich, Satish jee. A lot of emotions make us live, struggle and face the challenges in life. A lovely poem, indeed!-Padma , Hyderabad

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Nightfall

I love this poem! The last line in particular is spectacular... 🙏🏻🌜🌹-mdelleviolette

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Revenge

How would you be like a big
charming red rose? Even if broken from
the stem the beautiful smell will never go.
A lovely verse, Satish jee.-Padma, Hyderabad

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Why Some Roses Are Black

maybe to survive, like Cleopatra?
A lady of power, at a Time
of sword gyrating: masculine oppression,
yeah, maybe it was just to survive...-L. B. Mek

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Poetry Vs Poverty

I like your straightforward questioning with boldness, Satish jee. Emotions well expressed.-Padma, Hyderabad

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From Thoughts To Thoughts

Brilliant!!!
I read and learn: Guru
(the First Poet, was the first born
with the gift of sentient thought;
the First, Poem: is yet to be written)
'in my humble opinion'
('Do not avail
the sedition in this poor land.
Wheat color of the temples
want to follow
the burning sun, to take away
our differences.
The legacy of the moon
does not want
to flood the meanings.
A breathless call
was from white sky,
who was the first poet
of this wobbly world?')
who indeed...
I doubt we'll find out,
even after we've crossed
that six feet, divide-L. B. Mek

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You Were Within Me

flowers,
imbued with the love, of those plagued
by the fate
of the title 'meek' - destined to inherit,
the 'Literal' devastation
we'll still, stubbornly title
our dystopian remnant of Earth
with unshakeable, Pride!
(such a profound write,
thanks for choosing to share!)-L. B. Mek

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Trying To Become Whole

this is beautiful.-OutsiderL.T

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