Below is the poem entitled A DARK HOUSE which was written by poet
Verma. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The accretion of a perfect squall
when claws were out-
scavenging novelties. A lewd
paranoia slains a farewell
in a trench. The chamber has
vomited a mound of gold blinding a shell.
The combs did not straighten
the puff. The old man was very lonely.
I would stop hunting the stings
of a bare-chested moon.
I recuse myself from judging the paperboat
which wanted to cross the ocean.