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Title Poet
Chala us shahar se...
Chala us shahar se is shahar ka mehmaan bankar rah gaya
Haqiqat ye hai kamzarf sa insaan bankar rah gaya
Azhar Sabri poet by Azhar Sabri
on 9/15/2014
Sare Shahar Me...
Sare shahar me naam ka charcha hi kar diya
Ek waqt tha darte the mohabbat ke naam se
Azhar Sabri poet by Azhar Sabri
on 9/15/2014
Mother
i still remember the night
the nights of all the nights
phurpa wangdi poet by phurpa wangdi
on 9/15/2014
On Lehman's Largesse: Little Postmodern Decipiences
I don't get it
I haven't a guess
Frank Avon poet by Frank Avon
on 9/15/2014
A messaged to my beloved
We are the same
body mind and soul
Soul Writer poet by Soul Writer
on 9/15/2014
Zero
What is life,
but a mystery,
Joseph Walden poet by Joseph Walden
on 9/15/2014
Alankar(Decor) -199
The Somonka is:
a poem in 10 lines, made up of 2 tankas.
Indira Renganathan poet by Indira Renganathan
on 9/15/2014
Compatible
What is life,
but a mystery,
Joseph Walden poet by Joseph Walden
on 9/15/2014
Watching Coffee
Pouring in a steady stream, all clear and straight, steam
filtering back up and out of the pot.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak poet by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
on 9/15/2014
Loser coin
laughing outside
crying inside knowing me not, is telling me
Antonio Liao poet by Antonio Liao
on 9/15/2014
The Mature Woman 1
One of the problems I have with older women
is that I do not know
Tex T Sarnie poet by Tex T Sarnie
on 9/15/2014
Nonmetaphysical
Barletta, show your face! There is nothing
Nonastringent about you and your so called
Aaron Allen Woodall poet by Aaron Allen Woodall
on 9/15/2014
Learning From Life
Straining to hear what it is I'm supposed to learn from life's
experiences, a soft gentle pounding begins inside.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak poet by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
on 9/15/2014
Hope
Hope is your best friend and is so reliable,
it's always there when you want it.
Tex T Sarnie poet by Tex T Sarnie
on 9/15/2014
Pivoting Life
Grudgingly awaiting a new day, wondering what it will hold,
yet not wanting to know.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak poet by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
on 9/15/2014
spotted blood
down the hill seen the hell
as the ground full of corpse
Antonio Liao poet by Antonio Liao
on 9/15/2014
the market place
To and fro people move
Large croud with alot of aim
ademola oluwabusayo poet by ademola oluwabusayo
on 9/15/2014
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