Satish Verma

Veteran Poet - 1,181 Points (5-6-1935)

Satish Verma Poems

761. Rambling Roses 2/8/2013
762. Rains Are Coming 9/29/2007
763. Rags And Riches 8/22/2008
764. Raging Spring 4/12/2012
765. Raging Moon 12/25/2009
766. Raging Kindness 9/22/2008
767. Raging Debate 10/20/2007
768. Radicalism 8/25/2011
769. Raas! * 7/15/2008
770. Quivering Fetus 10/10/2007
771. Quicksand 10/19/2007
772. Questioning 5/3/2013
773. Questionable 7/31/2012
774. Question, Answer 10/2/2007
775. Quest 8/7/2010
776. Quenching 9/8/2012
777. Puzzling 5/13/2010
778. Puzzles 10/1/2009
779. Puzzled 6/11/2013
780. Pussyfoot 11/8/2008
781. Pursuit 9/21/2009
782. Pure Steel 6/23/2012
783. Pure Murder 7/10/2010
784. Pulsating Void 6/11/2009
785. Pulsating 10/21/2010
786. Psyche 1/28/2013
787. Prozac 5/19/2008
788. Prometheus? Mon Frere? ? 6/15/2008
789. Prognosis 12/28/2009
790. Prizefight 2/1/2009
791. Private Moorings 3/20/2009
792. Pride Of Valley 10/4/2008
793. Prescience 5/23/2012
794. Preparing For Nothingness 3/3/2014
795. Prelude 12/20/2013
796. Preface 3/13/2015
797. Predatory 1/6/2009
798. Predation 6/11/2014
799. Praying Hurriedly 12/19/2011
800. Pragmatic 5/21/2013
Best Poem of Satish Verma

*impact

Turns me on
I will write a poem.

Delirious moon had
picked me up from under the skin.

The safety pin was broken,
now a crowd will disrobe me.

Everytime when my pain makes you cry
oranges are not meant for the sale.

A collegium will stich up the wound.
Once upon a caste the country will go.






• On reading Orange Crush of Simone Muench.

Read the full of *impact

Future

Ugliness in pink flakes
elopes with a terrorist.
Sun bleaches the black scorn
muscles ache with cramps.

Full moon peeps through the veil
of branches. Eucalyptus sways
in majestic conception.
Time to exude honey.

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