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Running Toward Media Achievement
By: Maqbbol Mirza | Feb 9 2012
Maqbool Ahmad Mirza is a man of versatile brilliance. . He is a multi-talented person. He owned renowned companies. at the same timeHe is a producer, columnist, poet,... read more
Weekly Poetry from Poems for Free: A Poem for Martin Luther King, Jr.'s Birthday and More
By: Nicholas Gordon | Jan 13 2011
HATRED HAS NO COLOR, CREED, OR RACE Hatred has no color, creed, or race. All hate, more or less, and thus destroy The fragile ecosystem of the... read more
THE VIGIL, THE VIGIL, THE VIGIL, THE VIGIL, THE VIGIL, THE VIGIL, THE VIGIL
By: Satish Verma | Jan 12 2011
Floaters swim in acrid clouds, I watch  myself killed by me, the image was real, oracular  ashen grey, sitting on a sand dune  I listen to the silence of... read more
FOGGING, FOGGING, FOGGING, FOGGING, FOGGING, FOGGING, FOGGING, FOGGING
By: Satish Verma | Jan 12 2011
Walk rosie, walk on the serrated thorns;  exiting the blue abyss, shamelessly a baby god climbs  a salt mountain, incantatory, flicks  through: cranberry, cranberry it was the end... read more
Live Your Goal
By: SUBRAT RATH | Jan 11 2011
Live Your Goal Life is prcious, but short and we have to go many miles. Life without a goal is just like a ship without a cpatain. We should set goals in our... read more
THE TEARS OF HAITI
By: david | Jan 11 2011
Haiti a dungeon of pity, life down there is not for the living, neither is it for those who cherish and desire dignity. Babies lay lonely on the street,... read more
UNFATHOMABLE, * UNFATHOMABLE, * UNFATHOMABLE, * UNFATHOMABLE, * UNFATHOMABLE, * UNFATHOMABLE
By: Satish Verma | Jan 10 2011
After lifting the fingerprints of bloodbath  a bushfire starts, engulfing contradictions,   the gulf between erosion of truth and  survivors appears widening. Tiny ants smell  blood, exfoliation begins, from  nameless earth for... read more
I AM THE LOVER, I AM THE LOVER, I AM THE LOVER, I AM THE LOVER, I AM THE LOVER
By: Satish Verma | Jan 10 2011
After separation from death  rain-scented moon was rising  in broken sky. Night birds started  fluting one to another relentlessly;  earth unjointed, was speechless, in  failures we meet often, a little while.  I was... read more
MAY I SAY, MAY I SAY, MAY I SAY, MAY I SAY, MAY I SAY, MAY I SAY, MAY I SAY
By: Satish Verma | Jan 9 2011
At ethnic moment  on the moonfront, artless impressionists  of parallel conflicts with anxious looks  come to share the self realized truth  of mangled uncertainties,   watching your own dead body:  small chicks huddle together for... read more
Transactional Songs
By: SUBRAT RATH | Jan 9 2011
Transactional Songs Each transaction has a soul in it which sings a song. We should have to tune ourselves to that song inorder to understand it's meaning. Then the transaction will be fruitful... read more
ARRIVAL, ARRIVAL, ARRIVAL, ARRIVAL, ARRIVAL, ARRIVAL, ARRIVAL
By: Satish Verma | Jan 9 2011
Between she and he  and sexuality swoops a gender  patenting a word, as it is,   at the birth's door pretending to  be a kiss of radical thought.  Mediocrity always has an intentionality  with colored... read more
A SOUL DIES, A SOUL DIES, A SOUL DIES, A SOUL DIES, A SOUL DIES, A SOUL DIES
By: Satish Verma | Jan 8 2011
Sky overcast, moon was sad.  Ashes were sent to the lake.  Who killed the bird in morning rain?  Ashes were sent to the lake.  A hidden slaughterman did not die.  Ashes were sent to... read more
A CRAZY THEME, A CRAZY THEME, A CRAZY THEME, A CRAZY THEME, A CRAZY THEME
By: Satish Verma | Jan 8 2011
sulking penetrates in deep veins,   deliverer becomes bald,   jumps to his death in scorching sun,   a starfish inherits the costume of  skull and crossbones -  the cynosure tries to wear a crown  of... read more
PEBBLES IN THE POND, PEBBLES IN THE POND, PEBBLES IN THE POND, PEBBLES IN THE POND
By: Satish Verma | Jan 7 2011
A crooked slanting moon  shifts the eye  comes under the chaste tree  and washes the tainted  victory.  Wolves start howling  at the tomb of unknown martyr,   man-eaters recoil  on the sugar island  and talk about destinies,   A mourning... read more
OUTSIDE THE MIND, OUTSIDE THE MIND, OUTSIDE THE MIND, OUTSIDE THE MIND, OUTSIDE THE MIND
By: Satish Verma | Jan 7 2011
prisoner of retribution,   he was buried under a salt lake,   elusive, his crotch,   not far from stings of wasps,   the blood spills,   he would wonder how to catch the... read more
STYES, STYES, STYES, STYES, STYES, STYES, STYES
By: Satish Verma | Jan 6 2011
It was a searing moment in grueling  heat of your flesh, the racist attack had come  to surface, the blue eyes,   edible gold, in nights  the pink veil of the... read more
UNASKING, UNASKING, UNASKING, UNASKING, UNASKING, UNASKING, UNASKING, UNASKING
By: Satish Verma | Jan 6 2011
Timeless,   the eyes and fractured wisdom,   the two of us, extremely prudent, suffering  the dislocation of vigilance against wrinkled sin,   I am on my own today  disconnected to  the unearthly rehearsal  of... read more
Weekly Poetry from Poems for Free: An Epiphany Poem and More
By: Nicholas Gordon | Jan 6 2011
EACH YEAR AGAIN THE GIFTS ARE GIVEN GLADLY Each year again the gifts are given gladly, Perhaps because one wants to be a gift. In goods there can be good, yet... read more
He Melts As He Works
By: SUBRAT RATH | Jan 5 2011
He Melts As He Works The warrior loves his work more than himself. As he works either in family, organization or society he merges in the work. This helps him to work more... read more
RETURN ON D-DAY, RETURN ON D-DAY, RETURN ON D-DAY, RETURN ON D-DAY, RETURN ON D-DAY
By: Satish Verma | Jan 5 2011
Why deceptive retrieve  in a wheelchair  for the fallen?  Was it not a sheer  wrong message  of a space anxiety?  The aboriginal name  was dead in a traffic. What  a choice to breathe its  last in a city of... read more
IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP
By: Satish Verma | Jan 5 2011
A cult of sound without lips  was growing. The veil had staked its claim.  Staying myself I thought I will become  you; there would be a lured kill!  Moaning inside, a wave has... read more
BURNING IN, BURNING IN, BURNING IN, BURNING IN, BURNING IN, BURNING IN
By: Satish Verma | Jan 4 2011
No anchors. I was not seeking  a blind spot  in shadows of the wall, standing  on a hot, glistening, obsidian,   wearing only death-gloves  of pink body, the caked fronds of... read more
A LANTERN GUIDES, A LANTERN GUIDES, A LANTERN GUIDES, A LANTERN GUIDES, A LANTERN GUIDES
By: Satish Verma | Jan 4 2011
Cereus was in bloom in nightwashed  desert, sand was cool, it tipped off  the contour drain, a river sent its compliments.  If the death was at home, like an  estranged... read more
MY GOD, MY GOD, MY GOD, MY GOD, MY GOD, MY GOD, MY GOD, MY GOD
By: Satish Verma | Jan 3 2011
it was widening,   the rift, between waves and ocean:  the resilience of depth was going  to challenge the height of winds  on the beach  i stand against the sun  empowered to face a solar... read more
NIGHTMARE, NIGHTMARE, NIGHTMARE, NIGHTMARE, NIGHTMARE
By: Satish Verma | Jan 3 2011
sometime I watch  the fear held aloft by you, possessed,   you try to protect yourself from you in vain,   very thirsty, white  hydrangeas on your lips tremble, exhaust  their need... read more
WOUNDED PRIDE, WOUNDED PRIDE, WOUNDED PRIDE, WOUNDED PRIDE, WOUNDED PRIDE, WOUNDED PRIDE, WOUNDED PRIDE
By: Satish Verma | Jan 2 2011
Generation grips,   I am the street  in dysphoria.  You run, shout, the arc  bleeds, you become your enemy  that kills the alphabets  A statue was hung  upside down  to eject the violence from plastic... read more
VOICELESS, * VOICELESS, * VOICELESS, * VOICELESS, * VOICELESS, * VOICELESS, * VOICELESS
By: Satish Verma | Jan 2 2011
Crisp and tight, a parallel voice  of black stars talks to sky, protesting  the presence of ultimate outsider, when  everybody was a partner of collective  guilt in nightscape.  What was the center... read more
MATCHMAKERS, MATCHMAKERS, MATCHMAKERS, MATCHMAKERS, MATCHMAKERS
By: Satish Verma | Jan 2 2011
non compos mentis  my monologue,   non-believer will say, it was  insult of salt,   under the bark, white ants were climbing, boring into sap,   kneeling,   at war with yourself,   disinheriting... read more
GOLDEN LEAP, GOLDEN LEAP, GOLDEN LEAP, GOLDEN LEAP, GOLDEN LEAP, GOLDEN LEAP
By: Satish Verma | Jan 2 2011
at cremation ground  the flames were creating  strange words  he stood still, in void, between unfenced tears  there was no need to question the answers,   kicking up the history, of crossing... read more
NAILED, NAILED, NAILED, NAILED, NAILED, NAILED, NAILED, NAILED
By: Satish Verma | Jan 1 2011
eyes will chew the words  i will not see all day along, do you hear  my thoughts in the icicles of flames, my bones  jutting out of knuckles,   i will go... read more
FUGITIVE SWAN, FUGITIVE SWAN, FUGITIVE SWAN, FUGITIVE SWAN, FUGITIVE SWAN
By: Satish Verma | Jan 1 2011
a moonache levitates  on blue lake  you shot me at close range  predictable encounter  the whole truth had plunged  between two eyes  self flagellation  of the waves on beach  i was walking on marigolds  your body becomes a flute  when... read more
PURSUIT, PURSUIT, PURSUIT, PURSUIT, PURSUIT, PURSUIT, PURSUIT, PURSUIT
By: Satish Verma | Dec 30 2010
the solid rock, from its tallest perch  was tumbling down, after navel - gazing -  in songs of darkness; had the hidden  aloofness in space and time,   i have become a... read more
BOLD STEP, BOLD STEP, BOLD STEP, BOLD STEP, BOLD STEP, BOLD STEP
By: Satish Verma | Dec 30 2010
Night enters into the drift.  I get through a fossil, quite beyond  the light, a search begins for a tortured  being in some ideal's mire.  The battle begins, of fears and... read more
CRIMSON TO BLACK
By: K.R.SURENDRAN | Dec 30 2010
With the sun undressing the thick black gown of the night and throwing it away and draping the day in the transparent costume the nameless, faceless old beggar wakes up, wraps up the torn  ugly clothes around... read more
Weekly Poems from Poems for Free: A New Year's Poem and More
By: Nicholas Gordon | Dec 30 2010
HINTS OF HEAVEN, HINTS OF HELL Hints of Heaven, hints of Hell, As the year turns again. Perhaps with you all is well, Perhaps you are in constant pain. Years come... read more
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By: Mary Christine | Dec 29 2010
There's a lot of talk in the online writing industry right now about Real Writing Jobs, the exclusive freelance writing membership site that is matching writers of all skill... read more
FLAMES OF SONG, FLAMES OF SONG, FLAMES OF SONG, FLAMES OF SONG, FLAMES OF SONG
By: Satish Verma | Dec 29 2010
Tonight moon will write a poem  on my hand  about an almond love.  I find a breeze.  Nightmare: I was caught stealing words  from your lips, a lark  flies into death, paralyzed  by peace!  I will... read more
BLOODSCAPE , BLOODSCAPE , BLOODSCAPE , BLOODSCAPE , BLOODSCAPE , BLOODSCAPE
By: Satish Verma | Dec 29 2010
Monologue of a monolith  to live in a moment  was futile. A young house was in disorder.  Not listening, I would find the missing links.  Grey ash to be smeared on forehead in... read more
THE TANGO , THE TANGO , THE TANGO , THE TANGO , THE TANGO , THE TANGO , THE TANGO
By: Satish Verma | Dec 28 2010
Lips tremble  like sentinels  when legs burn like candles  whole night,   in the pocket a grenade explodes;  a girl gets raped in broad day light  to receive a compensation  under a leaky roof of frozen hunger:  the... read more
TABLEAU, TABLEAU, TABLEAU, TABLEAU, TABLEAU, TABLEAU, TABLEAU, TABLEAU, TABLEAU
By: Satish Verma | Dec 28 2010
Again I scare myself  of the very thing.  Moon was landing on lake  for inward probe.  One presaged silence,   speaks, of the veracity of lovers  to grass, where no dropp drives a sun,... read more
The Most Beautiful Flower Having The Sweetest Fragrance
By: SUBRAT RATH | Dec 27 2010
The Most Beautiful Flower Having The Sweetest Fragrance.   We have the most beautiful flower within ourselves. It has the sweetest fragrance which can be smelt at the distant corner of the world. By... read more
EMPTY DAY, EMPTY DAY , EMPTY DAY , EMPTY DAY , EMPTY DAY , EMPTY DAY , EMPTY DAY
By: Satish Verma | Dec 27 2010
take back your smile,   the fish has died in my hands;  nowhere you have touched me  deep in the brutal corona of a black moon -  my sun spots were waning:  a hole in... read more
TRAVELLING TO MOON, TRAVELLING TO MOON, TRAVELLING TO MOON, TRAVELLING TO MOON
By: Satish Verma | Dec 27 2010
Blood and bones  become qualification  watching and being watched.  Eyes in introspection  incubation  waking the black dawn.  Anguished  blank stares, after dispossession  collapse on the hills in confusion -  umpteen times. Ontogeny  repeats filial love  after parental loss.  Monofloral we stay,... read more
The Smiles Of The Lord
By: SUBRAT RATH | Dec 26 2010
The Smiles Of The Lord We are the smiles of the Lord what ever we do and where ever we are. Each bit of our activity is a smile of the Lord. The... read more
THE 33 MINERS
By: david | Dec 25 2010
Deep down in the ground, far away in a world of uncertainty, 600m below the earth crust lies 33 strong and daring men. They converged for a single... read more
FLYING BEARD, FLYING BEARD, FLYING BEARD, FLYING BEARD, FLYING BEARD, FLYING BEARD
By: Satish Verma | Dec 25 2010
like ether, permeating all space  mesmerizing,   he walked away, head of his enemy  in his hand,   like a trophy?  frighteningly orangish  a decapitated body shudders.  The holy war  demands its price of a joke.  The... read more
BREATHING DUST, BREATHING DUST, BREATHING DUST, BREATHING DUST, BREATHING DUST
By: Satish Verma | Dec 25 2010
Do not stoke the desires tonight,   my moon is away on the cusp of doubts.  Count you must the needles in heart, of  ifs and buts? A fragile truce was anathema  to... read more
IRONY OF AUTHOR, IRONY OF AUTHOR, IRONY OF AUTHOR, IRONY OF AUTHOR, IRONY OF AUTHOR, IRONY OF AUTHOR
By: Satish Verma | Dec 24 2010
In the absence of a consenting moon half  my night was in disarray, the density of poems  was draining out the grape wine from the eyes.  This amphitheater of your life: where... read more
SERENE REVENGE, SERENE REVENGE, SERENE REVENGE, SERENE REVENGE, SERENE REVENGE
By: Satish Verma | Dec 24 2010
Unmoored in twilight, my most visible  hands were ready to slam on the moon  of stains to bring out the water of life.  A secondhand night was waiting for  an explosion,   which never... read more
Weekly Poems from Poems for Free: A Christmas Poem and More
By: Nicholas Gordon | Dec 23 2010
MERELY BEING IS A MIRACLE Merely being is a miracle. Each is both aware and unaware. Running underneath one's thoughts, a canticle Repeats one's silent gratitude as prayer. Yet life does not allow for... read more
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