Introduction To Poetry
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
The Saddest Poem
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Saddest Poem
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Ars Poetica
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown -
A poem should be wordless
*** A Poem For You ***
The distance, laden with terminal disease
Counting the days to eternal abyss
Fragile, a vein ruptures
Agile, a mood bursts
Your scent is across the ocean
I smell the stinky you, in notion
Desire so beautiful, like a poppy
When You Wake Tomorrow
I will give you a poem when you wake tomorrow.
It will be a peaceful poem.
It won’t make you sad.
It won’t make you miserable.
It will simply be a poem to give you
When you wake tomorrow.
It was not written by myself alone.
I cannot lay claim to it.
I found it in your body.
Poem For A Poem
She asks me
What is a poem?
Her shapely nose,
Her lips like two slices of water melon,
Her eyes reflecting clear blue sky,
Her thick hair like dark grey clouds,
Her horizon-like forehead
Are poems.
To Make A Dadist Poem
Take a newspaper.
Take some scissors.
Choose from this paper an article the length you want to make your poem.
Cut out the article.
Next carefully cut out each of the words that make up this article and put them all in a bag.
Shake gently.
Next take out each cutting one after the other.
Copy conscientiously in the order in which they left the bag.
The poem will resemble you.
And there you are--an infinitely original author of charming sensibility, even though unappreciated by the vulgar herd.
The Right Mask
One night a poem came up to a poet
From now on, it said, you must wear a mask.
What kind of mask? asked the poet.
A rose mask, said the poem.
I've used it already, said the poet,
I've exhausted it.
Then wear the mask that's made out of
a nightingale's song, use that mask.
Oh, it's an old mask, said the poet,
it's all used up.
Silence Is The Entrance....
Below the water surface
I put down my foundations
to build a house
with a tiny room
I can work, is never disturbed
Below the water surface
I see my inside
peculiar, the doors are mirror
I see myself knocking on the door
' Ay Naku Mahirap Umibig Sa Binibining Taga Albay ' (With English Translation)
(This is a composition in Pilipino Language the first one I did, the only one, and hope some of the Filipinos will get this funny poem in this site. The poem is updated with English translation)
Noong taong otsenta dekada
Ako'y may nakilala dito sa Amerika
Babaeng mestisa, nakakabighani
Kaakit - akit, napakagandang binibini
Ang mata ko'y lumuwa
Tulo laway pati ng aking kaluluwa
Sa suot nyang 'short ' na napakaiksi
A Thunder's Sighing Tone
your heart beats shaped in a sorrowful poem..
filled by the heat of a hot ZONE, ..
the loneliness of a dawn..
the words apologize for it's paralysis..
while it has a thunder's sighing feeling tone
Notice What This Poem Is Not Doing
The light along the hills in the morning
comes down slowly, naming the trees
white, then coasting the ground for stones to nominate.
Notice what this poem is not doing.
A house, a house, a barn, the old
quarry, where the river shrugs--
how much of this place is yours?
Dr. Pintu Mahakul, Heartiest Congratulations To You!
Dear Dr. Pintu Mahakul,
Heartiest CongratulationsTo You!
despite the coronavirus pandemic,
did i not forget your BirthDay,
hereby my heartiest congratulations on your BirthDay today,
and God's greatest blessings be upon you,
thinking about you
Our Poem Hunter Family
Beauty is seen daily in poetic duty every day,
Cutie is our Poem Hunter Family all here say.
Far across the globe poets unite here to write,
Daily poem of the day to readers does delight.
We unite for love, for peace and for more bliss,
We write poems from spirit we all do not miss.
World is our lovely family here we truly feel,
>≫A Poet's Journey
The first poem was a wonder
The second was a surprise.
The third poem made me a poet,
The fourth gave me a name and fame.
The fifth poem fetched me a fabulous fantasy
The sixth one was a striving struggle for perfect beauty.
The seventh poem conceived the heaven's serenity,
The eighth one gave me a fly,
The ninth poem lifted me in the sky.
A Bath When You'Re Born
His death poem:
A bath when you're born,
a bath when you die,
how stupid.
Translated by Robert Hass
(((( Love's Songs * Wo Ai Ni..Our Love In Rome))))
(a simple cheerful poem..changing the dusty wheather.) ..............
..all tongues sing our love's songs... wo ai ni..
.Aishiteru
on our day..
France roses say
Clouds Of Love
Confessions of Krishna - 10
Oh, golden twilight clouds,
Go far with the message in my songs
To where my beloved weeps for me
Wipe her tears and tell her she is mine
Let her know how sad I feel
In this world so unreal
Hemingway Never Did This
I read that he lost a suitcase full of manuscripts on a
train and that they never were recovered.
I can't match the agony of this
but the other night I wrote a 3-page poem
upon this computer
and through my lack of diligence and
practice
and by playing around with commands
on the menu
I somehow managed to erase the poem