Best Artgreen Poems


What?

a cow eat green grass
and produce white milk.
and a brown seed produce green grass
and out of it are made of white silk.

A Monument

Wanting to feel your breath
in this room, in half-light, my hands
opened the window to let him in,
the green moon.

For so much violence in everyday life.
let’s break a poem and sqeeze its honey
and carve only feet, of invisible fear.

When I had run after a dream
the frills of your gown caught fire ;
at the door a music stopped

to listen to rustling of a caged bird
longing for the green flight of a silent
morning joining a procession of a recent
mythical hurt.


Satish Verma

Byzantium —2

Long night will start the pincer movement;
pyrexia is rising.
Something like an extraterrestrial hand
digs deep in the mind to open the tomb
to unravel the tragedy of nuts and bolts
which could not fix
the mutation of the hour of death.

Dark blinking lashes of soul
measures the cliffs of silence
and then pours the hot red 
vermilion in parted wisdom of sky.

The clang of bones again penetrates
the liver. The green flaming jelly of
innocent bellies.
The hyacinth is choking the village pond
hiding the corpses of precious flowers
with green blood.

One day foundation of skeletons will build a 
temple of hope.


SATISH VERMA


The Sun

tis yellow and 
red.                                                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                      
                                                                                                                                     
i can not see with not red                                                                                              
not yellow not green not 
blue.                                                                                                                               
                                                                                                                                      
                                                                                                                                      
 the animals can not see any thing also.not                                                                    
red not yellow not green nor not 
blue.                                                                                                                               
                                                                                                                                      
lets just get it we can not see or do 
anything                                                                                                                          
  for that matter nothing at all.

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