Best Artdeath Poems
When honeycomb started dripping,
he stopped eating and climbed a sand dune
for the last journey.Pall-bearers were ready
for blunt futurism ceding to a deliberate defeat.
Hunger was his turbulent empire, resting
his hands on the shoulders of rocked time
for the purification of greed and spurting desires.
His only mechanical aid was his pen.
Into the half century of geckoes getting rid
of tails when a monkey was found in the stomach
of a croc.Toons themselves spread out mocking
the winter of hexagonal windows. Grey birds
started melting on the burnt-out grasses.
Lions walked on identical twins of nudes.
A wet kiss of death ensured the beautiful
ceasation. Yellow roses opened the frigid body.
SATISH VERMA
* A soulful ritual of Jainism when a person seeks death voluntarily and stops
eating and drinking.
We got two good eyes
But don't wish to see
Are third eye is fuzzy
By all the things to believe
A metophor Like no other
Current time and destination
Given in poem
And a meaning your free to discover
As I continuesly ride a tilted world
I am ejected by fundamental rules
Being passed along to stifle my creativity
And sever my connection to the wild left in me
Cause its death between each heartbeat
Squiqly lines in eyes are cracks in a false reality
Why is it I must be awake while most sleep through it
Why am I forced to weep for the loss of
Divine but unnoticed things
Why do others see oppertunity
And I see a trading post
Were souls are bought and sold
With religion and tradition as currency
Why will the message be lost to the judgement
Placed upon me
Its time to say no to over indulgence
And realize as we globalize from sea to sea
we could save the world from destiny
but we wont because it brings in no money
Life You see is fradulant
We don't even here history saubing
At the recreation That act of treason
Was supposed to be the beginning of truth
Finds its way back in existence
because pride Is our inevitable enemy
And to live in this time is to do sinfully
Cause the father and son constantly flow thru creation
Never to be whole until third piece of one soul is gave
back again
that's right the holy ghost is death of humanity
Not life just the insanity
Upon a time once there was a heart, a soul overthrown by fear itself, he wept
His past stood up and drew his breath from his very soul, leaving him almost dead
Challenging time to preserve the love that flowed toward his path nearing ahead
Troubled times, passing heart aches dwelled in his heart where hope was reigned and kept
Breaking in all part, even his dreams feared him, he was dead inside
All was forgotten, a fake smile substituted the once joyous heart that danced and sang
He knew not of hope or ligth to cometh his way any time soon, lost was his self pride
His dreams forgotten past the history of rhyme, where it all began with a big bang
Death walked beside his shadow, they held hands and purple he became
Dark were his hours, it rained all over his soul, soaking in all the floating wrong
Yet his heart stood idly still, in some ways it was fortified and it remained strong
Dark colors overthrew his colorful way of seeing the world, his dreams were tamed
Steping out all love, he sank into depression
Seeing not in life to come, but in eternal darkness did he see an answer to his feel
A shattered spirit slapped his vile vision
The broken yet hard heart looked up and shook hands with bad luck herself, it all was real
The ocean holds many buried bones of braveary that death claimed for her joy
At the bottom of the ocean lay all the dreams and hopes forgotten
Isolation and strife truly made that heart grow rotten
It shattred and it only remained in dust, for dust we were and dust we shall be
Forgotten, only remembered in the pain that followed him, that dwelled at his everday
Falling to the deepest sleep, death herself spoke out
Yelling ugly metaphors, expressing her points to the heart that stood strong and not in doubt
His King came forth the mountains that shook at his sigth, and gave him a past renewed
Im all alone in a room with no light without a doorway
There's no before play, im well hidden from the world's day,
The innermost part of my body cant breathe right, i cant sleep tight, im drugged up i dont eat
right,
I have no clue what the date is or what the weather's like, or if its daylight i have the shivers
each and every night,
I piss blood my eyes are bloodshot as i begin to rot, Hullucinations are always occuring i
think i heard a knock,
But i really didnt, i should be bed ridden but im laying on concrete,
I cant defeat the demons inside of me im fighting them in my sleep,
I cant ignore what the devil has in store for the demon as a whole,
Ive been half good the other half's been bad someone else is in control,
Goosebumps are all over my body and they wont go down,
Stressed out laying on concrete and they're making a squooshy sound,
Someone help me some place in this world has to be better than this,
It's like a death wish, but i aint wishing death i have to make it miss.
A new planet was taking birth.
Stem cells were coming out of
obedience to carnality.
For resuscitation from kiss of death
faith was at its best in its witchcraft.
Complete blood count failed,
to diagnose the strange madness.
It was a whirling chemistry.
The transmitters merely took in
the sin, the insanity.
A huge crowd collected at the morgue
to collect the severed limbs,
after the death of a sun.
Picking the scars of dark
and slaughtered tomorrow.
The rage of sunrise will come back.
One day the clouds will burst open. Yes
the death will come as a bride.
I do not display, but am.
Where the heart lies.
In truth. I try to discover the centre
of sorrow and bliss.
Life has not given
me full text of death.
The shadows are larger than reals.
You will not remember me
in endless night.
I am going on a long journey
to find out what is death of a name
the death of a prayer,
and ending of self.
The naked helices of truth are blazing.
Death of a dawn
some thing dies in me.
I don’t grieve.
The frozen pain melts,
legend withers.
The shadow is liberated from image.
The sadness leaves the fingerprints on my face.
SATISH VERMA
I forgot, was it me
in a body pile draped in dust,
still hot, bruised, burnt, a mad megalomaniac
starting a civil war, creating suicide bombers,
young virgins inhaling death ?
This journey under the guns, displacing
hapless thousands, will reach destination
on thick, blood stained red, dirt road of life ? Step by step
the dynasty breaks and violence, a malignant
spread overtakes the bones
of avatars ; the round bloodshot eyes
cross the barriers of silence and step out
from the skin: they were bombing
his bunker.
*On the death of Vellupillai Prabhakaran, LTTE Leader
SATISH VERMA
My garden cries for no reason.
Kindness melts into a rain
of twisted petals. And that is it.
Alone I whisper the translucent words,
watching the death of dreams, living fossils.
The sun bakes the seeds.
The essence will not heal,
this bandaged soul,
the conceptual death of a thought.
This fear is like a curled snake.
Must I abandon the path ? I know,
I will not forgive me, at this dim joint.
I must move.
I do not know, what to think,
how to catch, the poetry of night.
The light blinks on my eyes.
I walk in the shadows of sounds,
smashing the road signs.
SATISH VERMA