Best Bleedings Poems

Your dolls grin in my summer 
melted silver plastic sin
and I heard a crow caw 
all for my belated needs 
I never intended life 
finding...

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Late,
 the morning glories rise
 passionate, royal, magenta blooms trumpeting,
 helloes and goodbyes;
novice neophytes falling 
into lavender blush dream states
succumbing to a mellowed change in...

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Near Sainthood
by Mirza Ghalib
translation by Kanu V. Prajapati and Michael R. Burch

On the subject of mystic philosophy, Ghalib,
your words might have seemed deeply profound
and we...

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~Today We Are In Love~


We are in love since 43 years: 
Today we know how to get back to the way we used to be...

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Staring into fantasia towns store front windows....

Images within this the bleedings glass from behind?!

Psychedelic stories aneath these city blocks; tie-dye

Bricks in fairytales mortar made moments...

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I’ll never forget the Black Death.
It came from a germ which, lived on that fleas. 
Each second passes through everyone’s breath.
The fleas! The fleas! ...

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Democracy hypocrisy
Hypnotising justice
Victimising masses
Africa, Asian, countries
Fightings, freedom cries,
The rich, the powerful sides 
America, the British allies,
The House of Commons is 
white,
Slavery, hate, injustice arise
Russia, the...

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Casualty of Loss

Drifting in murky waters
shadows lengthening
with sorrow’s darkness blight.
Cobwebbed remembrances
take flight, taking with it 
prism’s life-light

Shades of gloom
mist yonder shores
obscuring vision, while
leeching into the...

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God! We  Behold that you are great and we know somehow your ways are pass finding out. anyhow!
Neither can the number of his years...

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A new day begins
on silent steps
that no longer wish
for an awakening.
The soul’s bleedings
of yesteryears
slipping past the lids
of closure
that have never
really healed.  

Hushed glimmers
of light...

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I'm going crazy
At 17 I am in love with this girl 
But some thoughts in my head making my mind in a whirl 
Making me...

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The bleedings back, it scares me and makes me shake in fear,
I cry a lot, both from the fright and the pain that riddels throughout...

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by Parizo Van Thulare

After endless days of tear drops and heartbreaks
After some endless weeks of restless nights and headeches 

The bruises and bleedings 
The critics...

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A man still in the darkness
Who has never seen the light
Is better than a man toying with darkness
From the vantage point of light

One knows and...

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In the heart of the night, next to the unmoved clock,
She lies, with the pillow—a saline lake of pagan scents,
Mourning something that was never spoken.
Prisoner...

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