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 Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
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 […]
Nettles by Vernon Scannell
My son aged three fell in the nettle bed. ‘Bed’ seemed a curious name for those green spears, That regiment of spite behind the shed: It was no place for rest. With sobs and tears The boy came seeking comfort and I saw White blisters beaded on his tender skin. We soothed him till his […]
My Journey by Vikki Bonyata
My Journey by Vikki Bonyata For most of my life I have been running, Although for the past 30 years it has been more like running in place. When I was a kid, I sat on the porch swing in the evening Looking at Mrs. Robert’s post cards Of placves far away that I could […]
Makers And Creatures by Vernon Scannell
It is a curious experience And one you”re bound to know, though probably In other realms than that of literature, Though I speak of poems now, assuming That you are interested, otherwise, Of course, you wouldn”t be reading this. It is strange to come across a poem In an old magazine, perhaps, and fail At […]
Love thy Country and Do a useful Act – Gurazada by Vijay Narayana Chilaka
“Love the country raise the Goodness. Stop the Useless talk think a Strong Useful act” ” Stride in the way leading to Wealth and Health of Nation, Have Good food, look like a Healthy man.” “If people are unhealthy, How the country makes Progress. Learn all kinds of Educations, Build a great National Wealth.” “The […]
Lesson In Grammar by Vernon Scannell
THE SENTENCE Perhaps I can make it plain by analogy. Imagine a machine, not yet assembled, Each part being quite necessary To the functioning of the whole: if the job is fumbled And a vital piece mislaid The machine is quite valueless, The workers will not be paid. It is just the same when constructing […]
Juan In Middle Age by Vernon Scannell
The appetite which leads him to her bed Is not unlike the lust of boys for cake Except he knows that after he has fed He’ll suffer more than simple belly-ache. He’ll groan to think what others have to pay As price for his obsessive need to know That he’s a champion still, though slightly […]
Incendiary by Vernon Scannell
That one small boy with a face like pallid cheese And burnt-out little eyes could make a blaze As brazen, fierce and huge, as red and gold And zany yellow as the one that spoiled Three thousand guineas’ worth of property And crops at Godwin’s Farm on Saturday Is frightening—as fact and metaphor: An ordinary […]
Human Instrument by Victoria Bukofske
The stage doesn’t feel The ballerina’s race of ribbons Nor does it sit In the cradle Of swollen feet Listening For the cat strings weep Waiting For lacquered soles To drop The ripples of rhythm In the stretch of tendons That spool the ooze Of an elongated line Acquainting the pace To the slips of […]
Early Morning by Victoria Bukofske
Pollen floated above the flax of the field, and tumbled–willingly dying to the ground– as dew drops fell in early morning. Copyright ©: Victoria Bukofske ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. Poetry Monster — the ultimate repository of world poetry. Poetry Monster — […]
Death In The Lounge Bar by Vernon Scannell
The bar he went inside was not A place he often visited; He welcomed anonymity; No one to switch inquisitive Receivers on, no one could see, Or wanted to, exactly what He was, or had been, or would be; A quiet brown place, a place to drink And let thought simmer like good stock, No […]