Some Clouds by Steve Kowit
Some Clouds by Steve Kowit Now that I’ve unplugged the phone, no one can reach me– At least for this one afternoon they will have to get by without my advice or opinion. Now nobody else is going to call & ask in a tentative voice if I haven’t yet heard that she’s dead, that […]
Scribbles by Suchi Gaur
Write-erase Write-erase Write-erase & write Till it gets engraved in my skin Of felted memories & sadistic pleasures I bleed Red and blue My nerves cry a soulful moan I lie there with stain forever Stain to cherish Stain of pain They tear the pages i wrote with my hand Can they Tear the moments […]
Rainbow Hues by Suchi Gaur
Crumbled pieces undefined A splash of colour invisible Moods of loss and memories destined Its a rainbow, Its a rainbow Flowing fabrics woven with words Wind takes over the game Oh so beautiful the ugly mind of mine Its a rainbow, Its a rainbow Lost in the miseries of the time Blinded by the passion […]
Purple Heart Liz (My Girl At Woodstock) by Steve Sant
Purple Heart Liz (My Girl At Woodstock) by Steve Sant It was all record playing Jigging and swaying Some experiment too Although not ever I All fumbling and shy I left all the tripping to you Oh I had my wild times Fuelled by beers and wines And I once smoked a funny cigarette Though […]
Notice by Steve Kowit
Notice by Steve Kowit This evening, the sturdy Levi’s I wore every day for over a year & which seemed to the end in perfect condition, suddenly tore. How or why I don’t know, but there it was: a big rip at the crotch. A month ago my friend Nick walked off a racquetball court, […]
Must Work by Steve Downes
Must write must write must work must work minimum wage or better can’t be too physical got a bad back can’t be too stressful bend under pressure can’t be too sexual haven’t got the legs Must write must write must work must work minimum wage or better can’t work for corporate I’m an anarchist can’t […]
Lifetime Of Death by Steve Sant
Lifetime Of Death by Steve Sant A Lifetime Of Death The broken feeling you learn it young You must for it’s certainty true No hysterical fits just stiff upper lips We are British and that’s what we do So when I was but five and my grandfather died And old aunts wept silent tears I […]
In The Chapel Of Rest by Steve Sant
In The Chapel Of Rest by Steve Sant Forever I have seen her Yet never did we speak Well only in some dreams I had On five, six nights a week Then yesterday by chance As she got upon my train The only seat free, was next to me And so my chance it came […]
I Had To Leave by Subhash Misra
When the humour dries The words rebound From their meanings Not easily ignored When the conversations Do not linger like smog Over the municipal blocks But cut like a blade of fire It is time to travel on wire Without apology or explanation There is nothing that can revert One’s position to the original high […]
Funeral Day Thoughts by Sudheesh Vs
Your eyes were fixed Staring at nothing, and- Turning into pale blue. The eyes I ever loved For being so serene Lovely or lusty: As they change like tides As they change like seasons. Your voice were thin and lost- Before it’s heard. The voice I ever loved For being so resonant Un-fluttered or breathy: […]
Flying Home by Sudeep Sen
I meticulously stitch time through the embroidered sky, through its unpredictable lumps and hollows. I am going home once again from another home, escaping the weave of reality into another one, one that gently reminds and stalls to confirm: my body is the step-son of my soul. But what talk of soul and skin in […]
Do You Remember 1914 Grandad? by Steve Sant
Do You Remember 1914 Grandad? by Steve Sant “I do”, he said recalling clear “Wid bin up Dudley wi the os.. delivered all the kegs and bottles …had the cash to gi the boss”. “Yav eard I spose”, the boss enquired “Eard wha?” we answered now as one, “Wim at war wi Germany”, An that […]
Crossroads by Suchi Gaur
At crossroads There is no menu You are often served a blast from the past Or a question from the future At crossroads There is no helping hand To guide you to the light To make you strong for the fight At crossroads You stand alone As past rewinds n future turns hazy Do you […]
Closure by Suchi Gaur
I need a shovel. To dig a grave. To bury these memories. I have to be brave. Brave to fight myself & you Memories so lovely, yet so few Those smiles so rare That I could cry Those tickles so crazy Difficult to find even if I retry Brave to fight myself & you From […]
Borrowed Verses by Subhash Misra
Wherever you go whenever you travel There is always something to unravel Freedom is an unconscious quest To stay away from the daily unrest It’s about continuity of time on water Separated from senseless slaughter Of the shared spirit in our common skies Obscured by silence, half-truth and lies Crafting vicious geographies Death does not […]
A Different September by Steve Sant
A Different September by Steve Sant Its hundred years to the very day I listen to the guide He tells us plain and simple Ninety seven soldiers died Standing then where I am now My granddad would have been Its so hard to imagine What I see now he had seen Except of course twas […]
The Pretense of Gathering Pebbles by the Shore by Syed Kawsar Jamal
The Pretense of Gathering Pebbles by the Shore Syed Kawsar Jamal Nothing do I know, yet I hang everywhere my portrait, Serious and grave, as if it knows all – On which, throughout the day, collects dust; And termites crump and chitter on each frame and gnaw. Descends something like a fog, and shrouds the […]
The Magician by Syed Kawsar Jamal
The Magician Syed Kawsar Jamal The boat sails through the veins of the Sunderbans. A magician riding over the waves and making whispering sound The engine pulsed while the Matla river expanded And its curly waves drummed softly in our ears. Mere onlookers we keep our eyes open. Always. The Royal Bengal lie in wait […]
Sunday Morning by Susan King Saunders
street still sleep from sinnin’ saturday night woman on her way to praise the lord she wear that wide white church hat tryin’ to shield her head from god don’t know why she think he can’t see into her cloaked and tellin’ mind woman on her way to church to sit in first pew she […]
Sitting atop the mountain hill by Swami Aaron Thomas
Sitting atop the mountain hill, established in my self, fragrance of bliss evaporates all around from my body and soul. Vapor spreads, starts dancing in form of Shiva. Flutes of Krishna fills the whole valley with its divine melody. Buddha in me dazzles in pristine radiance. I expand and permeate in the whole existence, I […]
Shattered Dreams by SWARAJ PRASAD
Hope, happiness and harmony harness. Dismay, disorder and disharmony discrete. Brutality, barbarism and bloodthirstiness bowdlerize. Vision, vividness and vicissitude vociferate. Transparency, transgression and transcendentalism tranquilize. Quest, query and quibble quieten. Protagonist, protector and Psalmist prosper. Reconciliation, Reconsideration and reconstruction recreate. Let dreams deepen into mighty ocean where nobody has shattered dreams. Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
Romantic Hour by Suuk Simon Subinimah
The birds are chirping Far off vehicles hooting The sun goes sinking Sitting on a stump The brain goes wide Questions come rushing Who is what? Where from that? The brain continues to stride On and on goes he; busy Busy thinking a lot about what is not easy Sitting still on the stump Insects […]
Rememberance of that Power by sylvan lightbourne
Caesar the ruler, Julius the caregiver, two pieces pocket, profit the Roman empire. Fought amongst dreamers, the people want blood. Shrine the outcasts, crucifix the criminals money cents imprints, failure of democracy. Onto the eastern, where queens are fitted, enslaved all nations, the Brittan are equipted. The africans toiled, tell tale incarcerated upon benevolous action, […]
Protest poem by Susan King Saunders
Protest poem by Susan King Saunders don’t try to use me like a hole, dug out of dirt, a drop spot for dead ideas about my identity. i am not a ditch (void, and violable) a storage for stench-held bags of garbage crammed, leaking. don’t try to clothe my eyes with a veil of vanity […]
Od’d(ode) to Whitey Bulger by Susan King Saunders
Od’d(ode) to Whitey Bulger by Susan King Saunders OD’D (ode) TO WHITEY BULGER Hickory dickory dock The mouse ran up the clock Yo Whitey I hear you’re from Southy But you’re going Northy You were pretty Mouthy Now you’ll be a shorty You slaughtered the daughter The son father and mother Now your time is […]
Michelle Obama Tribute by Susan King Saunders
Michelle Obama Tribute by Susan King Saunders Michelle Obama Sasha and Malia’s momma First Lady 2008 -2016 is her fate the fashion queen brings class to any thing whether Vera Wang K-Mart Marshall’s or Ralph Lauren Essence Ellen People The View Vanity Fair to name a few Enlightened/ Elegant and so refined assertively she speaks […]
Little Girl Dancing by Susan King Saunders
Little Girl Dancing by Susan King Saunders There was no movie made about the little girl age three, who the doctor said would die in a year who I last saw alive at age five in a wheelchair dancing, dying, singing, smiling, waving goodbye Poetry In Englishwww.poetry.monster
Independent at Birth by Suuk Simon Subinimah
Seated he under the pavilion Grey bare chested with a mood As that of a chameleon An air of pride surrounds him That provokes anger Breasts cupped in two hands The women run around as if pursued By wild bees Infants with piteous faces and Pot-like stomachs dashing after their mothers Sons and daughters are […]
I am not ashamed of myself by Swami Aaron Thomas
I have been dumped by my own people, by my own kids, by my own wife, inflicting emotional trauma, infinite agony, ruthless torture, creating a total havoc in my life. All these things happened because I did not have money; I don’t have money. It’s not so that I am lazy and shirk doing works. […]
Hope by Swaraj Prasad
Sometimes…………………………………………………….. A mighty cup of water wades on waterfall. A silent stone can stomp the smooth soil. A beat-nick bird can bear the bedlam. A quiet breeze can change the chauvinism. A tiny ant can face the fierce fight. And even…………………………………. A broken leaf can linger in a limbo. If these non-livings can change the […]
Ematiated Souls by Suuk Simon Subinimah
Hungry for years , Dying in tears The rodents have no fears. For daily they nibble At our feeble Lifeline – the family cake. We toil sweat and blood to make, Theirs is to come and take. We try to cry but we are too weak. Our hearts are laden with grief and our future […]
Curtis by Susan King Saunders
Curtis by Susan King Saunders a primply prince passed my way no brighter shining sun that day i closed my eyes and prayed Lord let him be my special babe on Intervale Street he proved a pal that I’d soon meet he was sharp and fast on his feet he had his own syncopated beat […]
Caught by Susan Adams
Caught by Susan Adams Two tankers sit at the split between sky and water, our ankles are knit by rockpool eddies and arms wrap the other as linen, we are one cloth, bound. Rock fishermen arrive, its time, they throw lines from precipitous edges, their rods cut arches against smashed foam travelling the jag of […]
A soldier’s Pledge by Sylvan Lightbourne
When the heaven skies, bleed for many years no form of communication had to be shared. You can only hear, can’t feel no fear. What’s it like too build many disguise, to hide whats in but many men sin. Confuse to complain, when did it show self one gain. To pull information from my head, […]
A character of it’s own by Sylvan Lightbourne
A character of it’s own, earned to be earned, earned to be learned, a bitter burden turned. Catches me you called it, catches me you won’t, avoid all the friendship, possibly a curse, break bones softly, possibly a curse, father me badly, came out emberse. The further shall i sturdy, proves all to be a […]
The Tenants Of The Little Box by Vasko Popa
Throw into the little box A stone You’ll take out a bird Throw in your shadow You’ll take out the shirt of happiness Throw in your father’s root You’ll take out the axle of the universe The little box works for you Throw into the little box A mouse You’ll take out a quaking hill […]
The Judges Of The Little Box by Vasko Popa
to Karl Max Ostojic Why do you stare at the little box That in her emptiness Holds the whole world If the little box holds The world in her emptiness Then the antiworld Holds the little box in its antihand Who’ll bite off the antiworld’s antihand And on that hand Five hundred antifingers Do you […]
The Admirers Of The Little Box by Vasko Popa
Sing little box Don’t let sleep overtake you The world’s awake within you In your four-sided emptiness We turn distance into nearness Forgetfulness into memory Don’t let your nails come loose For the very first time We watch sights beyond this world Through your keyhole Turn your key in our mouths Swallow words and numbers […]
Far Within Us #6 by Vasko Popa
From the wrinkle between my brows You watch till day breaks On my face The waxen night Is beginning to singe The fingers of dawn Black bricks Have already tiled The whole dome of the sky ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. Poetry […]
Give Me Back My Rags #4 by Vasko Popa
Get out of my walled infinity Of the star circle round my heart Of my mouthful of sun Get out of the comic sea of my blood Of my flow of my ebb Get out of my stranded silence Get out I said get out Get out of my living abyss Of the bare father-tree […]