Sasha Ioffine


Sasha Ioffine Poems

1. Moving Windows 12/3/2012
2. Rekindled Smoke 12/3/2012
3. Snow 12/3/2012
4. Sleep 12/3/2012
5. Poet 12/3/2012
6. Canaries 12/3/2012
7. Milky Tears 12/3/2012
8. Truth 12/3/2012
9. The Last Train 12/3/2012
10. That Melancholy Feeling 9/30/2011
11. Tell-Tale Mirror 8/12/2012
12. The Psychic 8/12/2012
13. Ivory Keys 12/3/2012
14. Divine Solitude 12/3/2012
15. The Ironic Fruit 12/3/2012
16. The Most Depressing Thing Of All 12/3/2012
17. 'Tell-Tale Mirror' 12/3/2012
18. Curfew For Love 3/19/2013
19. Mamihlapinatapai 3/19/2013
20. 'Hot Dog' 3/19/2013
21. Cotton Fields 3/19/2013
22. The Foolish King 3/19/2013
23. When May I Find Thee Laughing? 3/19/2013
24. Everything And Nothing 3/19/2013
25. The Good Brahmin 3/19/2013
26. Illusion Of Distance 3/19/2013
27. The Silent Deluge 7/4/2013
28. Valentine's Day 9/9/2013
29. Canoe 9/9/2013
30. Chameleons 9/9/2013
31. Campfire 9/19/2013
32. The Desire To Feel 9/30/2011
33. Imp 9/30/2011
34. Hologram 8/14/2012
35. On Friendship 3/19/2013
36. The Accentuated Curls 9/30/2011
37. 'Schrodinger's Cat Soliloquy 12/3/2012
38. Wanted 7/4/2013
39. International Women's Day Poem 3/19/2013
Best Poem of Sasha Ioffine

International Women's Day Poem

'To women and effeminate men,
To Mary, Jessie, Hannah, Jen
To girls just born - and dying gals
To women who call us, men, 'pals'
To girls that weep and sing alone
But though they try, are monotone
To ladies sleeping sweetly so
Who wait for their own Romeo
(But will only discover that
Men are as hygienic as rats;
And have as much romance as stone
And half the time are slightly stoned)
To women like my lovely mom
Who is, I'm proud to say, 'da bomb! '
I love you all, my lady friends;
To you, a message I will send:
Though men are ...

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That Melancholy Feeling

Rows of epitaphs casting shadows on the graves
I, singing quietly, feel the tranquility in May
I walk along the pathways reminiscing memories
I stumble on an emerald meadow- among it many trees.

Serenity is breathing a soft and balanced tune
And time dies, left behind us, and now it feels like June
The field has brightened quickly, morphing into striking jade
The melancholy feeling is the one I can’t evade

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