I listen to the songs from somewhere away that no one has heard and that no one can play with words that come from somewhere beyond never written...
Yeah, very nice! Got a good laugh out of it.
How nice that autumn is here...I love this time of year. Your poem is right on time, makes me think of cool days, autumn colors.
Nice one, Bhaskar...timeless beauty, woven sweetly into verse. Not cluttered nor dark...an enjoyable read.
Until I come to love the human race as once I thought I did... when I believe as they believed before there was a furnace that we burned away...
I enjoyed the second one the most. The other two spoke to me as well, but the second one I could relate to. Good work, post more.
Nice, Bhaskar...good to see you're still writing. This one was cleverly written, I miss reading your work.
I love it! I don't understand a word of it, but it was great. Thanks for sharing it!
It's been a long time since I posted, haven't written much worth posting. Hope you enjoy it! Angel With An A There is just no angel with an A,...
Good poetry as always, Saff. Been a long time since I posted. Thanks for the poem, glad to see you're still posting here! Yours, OneUndone
Good stuff, loved the painting images. Flows nicely and has real depth. Enjoyed it!
Nice poems...like to see political content in poetry, too many people dis it. Thanks for posting it!
I guess I was mostly thinking of the last stanza. The problem is, it sounds so familiar to people that they don't really give it a careful...
I Cannot Speak I cannot sadly sing a song to make a lover cry as I have cried at a sad song. I cannot write the tearful poem that I would like...
Wow, this poem is all over the place! Sweet sentiments, thanks for posting.
I like the transition from the box of crayons into spring and rebirth. Seems like a very solid piece, even if it resorts to a few cliches, we're...
Very nice images, very vivid. It also has a thread of meaning which is woven through it nicely. I guess my suggestion would be to work more...
I am pondering your gifts to the lily, the same as your gifts to me. Your water, clean, has soaked the dirt where never I have healed the hurt,...
Great poem, Saff. Brings to mind a lot of conflicts, both internal and external. Good to see you're still posting here. Peace and love...
Very interesting read. It must've been a wild night. Glad to read your accounting of it, and poetry makes a good vehicle for retelling the story.
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