Poems About: COUPLET
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
253.A Unicorn From The World Next-door
In the house of death the old ones chant
strange couplets & mysterious narratives-
that like the tumble-weeds wisp through the picket fence....
& flows, sweeping down the dark byways & pathways..... read more »Andrew Rymill
254.Because I'm Black
BECAUSE I’M BLACK
When I ask Gerald why he’s always in the hall
he says, It’s because I’m black, read more »Matthew Lippman
255.A Pathetic Love Poem
Your words are kind and you are nice,
but to think that you could be to others,
the way you are to me, murders a thousand smiles
and makes me want to take you to task. read more »Heatseeker FORTY7
256.'Black Bart, Po8'
Welcome, good friend; as you have served your term,
And found the joy of crime to be a fiction,
I hope you'll hold your present faith, stand firm
And not again be open to conviction. read more »Ambrose Bierce
257.That's The Writing Bug!
My word! You've caught the Writing Bug!
That little bitty thing and you can't see it!
But it sneaked in when you were dreaming!
There it is, just lingering on its hammock, read more »Denis Martindale
258.The Ruba'iyat Of Creteil Lake - Part Three
Note: I do hope it’s clear to readers by now that – strictly speaking – in these ruba’iyat, I deviate from the original Persian medieval model, introduced by Rudaki in Ghazna, in that I do away with the 7-syllable hemistich and even the 14-syllable line of the couplet in order to create a longer more breathless ruba’i of my own. I adhere only to the intent and the tone at large. Apologies to Master Khayyam and his ilk.
Then as the dawn comes creeping through the dull cold listless haze
Shattered by nitpicking crows still in their tuxedo craze read more »T (no first name) Wignesan
259.Destiny Dies But Once
Wise advise: live in now’s benign presence,
Scarce in unravelling life not yet made,
Nor in the past buried deep, dark and dense,
No sunshine falls on one dreaming in shed. read more »Aniruddha Pathak
260.A prayer too late
As thy own spark will ye still let me stray?
Will ye, frayed art in flesh and soul thy own,
Let me fritter in such sordid a way?
Do thou re-charge my paled spark blood to bone, read more »Aniruddha Pathak
261.A myth may better be than truth
Stripping Santa Clause of the crown of God
Would scarce him a lesser-loved old man make,
Nor faulting Truth Fairy to face vile fraud,
They are not they standing on title’s stake; read more »Aniruddha Pathak
262.Poetry: what is, what is not
It scarce follows when mental frames may freeze,
Nor when prose is decorated like frieze;
Nor happens painted warmth when comes to pose,
When winter wins a warm wish of spring’s rose; read more »Aniruddha Pathak
His eyes shone with excitement when they meet hers
This was a rare treat
Sandalwood skin, buxom, with a soft tasty behind read more »Anuj Tikku
264.Judicial chairs nestled in vain airs
Eagle eyes when storm on justice unwind,
Putting tall chairs of fairness in a bind—
The eagle-eyed pair whose names spell of peace,
On war-cry verdict on judicial chair, read more »Aniruddha Pathak