Best Besmeared Poems

fetishized lament
echoed
from colourfully besmeared winding sheet


devouring luminosity
become my pivotal infringement
vigorous luminosity


somethin' s wrong with her transcript
    -they said, and put me behind iron pipes


my name dawned divested
and encapsulated in frame
of long time inhumed language

thus
soul
elastane woven
bends
every time words clash at those
indifferent barricades


this circle...

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I Am Jesus! I Am Judas!

I am Jesus! I am Judas!
Was newly engraved on the arm of my dear loved child.
'When?', asked I, 'Why so?', I trembled,
I hated the very idea of the body,
A gift of god to besmeared with tattoos. 
He held my hand...

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Meaningful



From the moor cries were genuine
Not betrayal it was
A cosmetic topped democratic

Poor quarrels were hopeful
Lying down in icy cool
Majority of halves, got torture being fool

Things are right, things are right
Gentleman's notes from air
In warm and costlier coats

Guys! view seriously them
Plied in open cool
Binding hands like...

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The wolves were hunting food
And sighted grazing sheep;
The pack encircled them,
Deciding which to keep.

As Wolfman joined the hunt,
The leader brought one down,
And killed it in a flash -
It died without a sound.

The leader took his share,
Then others had their fill,
And Wolfman tried raw meat,
Expecting to...

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(Blood Moon)

Fulsome Cynthia languishes  for her nightly rendezvous'
Besmeared in bloody red she stands before sun god 
Glowingly glides towards Endymion to  solemnise their vows
While his mother earth's shadow eclipses their union from star gazers


October 1, 2015
Contest: Supermoon Eclipse
Sponsor: Eve Roper...

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FOR YOU NICOLE

The night the blood on the sod
Looks your birthday apron that
Wipes off a murderer's sweat.

Hands besmeared with slime,
Smell of putrid snick,maniac
Who has to inherit a corner of
Underbrush,Nicole, to lie
On your cold lips.




Poe in Plath style - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: July Morning
POET: RAJAT KANTI...

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COPLA TREINTA Y SEIS: This Bad Guy World

On the international plane
Yi Jing’s advice might even fail:
Lone man lame duck

Engage not the enemy lone
Bad Guy on his own will turn tail:
Let run out luck

On the grand scale the enemy
Must jointly be brought down on knees:
By year...

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You were once good to me,
We both had fun,
We were hopeful,
Ambitious,
Mint in our time,

Your voice was soft,
With lips that I lust,
Elegant in your structure of 
thought,
Spellbound by words,
Your beauty takes over,

Besmeared in my mind,
Your love settles in,
Ensconced to my bones,
Your love is a sin

I gaze...

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The selfsame page echoes wordlessly like barren lord
To write in characters of light, Oh! bucket headed bard
Understand, art-like slumber must set-the soul free
Beyond time's fabric walls, in boundless circles waterski 
Across the black besmeared realms of dreary night
Where passion cleaves darkness with fanged light.

Tread forth...

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Leave me colorless
Fill me with an oversized anecdote besmeared on my thoughtlessness
I have no stories for you my second
No war crimes for you my first
No love for you my third
For after all I am colorless 
I am your minds inversion of self-reflection
A backwards mirror
I am...

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These are English translations of Urdu poems by Faiz Ahmad Faiz. 



Speak!
by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Speak, while your lips are still free.
Speak, while your tongue remains yours.
Speak, while you’re still standing upright.
Speak, while your spirit has force.

See how, in the bright-sparking...

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The butcher
in a trance
this death
then many more
The cleaver
paused in motion
destruction 
to the fore

The blood
is pooling downward
in images
besmeared 
Its stain
a violent crimson
tattooing life
— with fear

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
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Out the window my dream go
Escaped from the clutches of self
Wandering the streets beggarly 
A holigan besmeared in slime and guts
Where is my dream? Where is the world I hoped to see myself?
Why is my world gray? Of what hope is me without my dream?
So...

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