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 my self six feet deep 
My pall bearer lover-needs 
me and my simple sweet soul! 
All for you I oiled...

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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 weather
 cooler days awakened by pale aging sunlight
 soft, restless breezes 
 in the trees shedding leaves;
twilight for the foliage...

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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 might have pronounced you a saint...
if only we hadn't found
you drunk
as a skunk!


Ghazal
by Mirza Ghalib
translation by Michael R. Burch

Not the...

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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 
by removing our internal bleedings.
Love today as it is a present from God if not our now can 
disappear when...

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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 of dreamful  

Lifes crumbling amid truths optical osmosis....

Sad songs playing now upon countless precious hearts 

Sirens colours painted in...

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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!  
As the rats begin to die, the fleas begin to feed on humans
Everyone’s blood is, affected by the disease.
Oh please!...

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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 Arabs to wise
The power of victory is sacrifice
Atomic power, nuclea mis-
energy
Philosophies of discrimination hues
Colour, creed, a bias of races
Politics, 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 life source
stagnating the living waters.

Cruel fate laps brutally
against the sands of time
while memories smother
and are swept away
on death borne
callus waves

Lifeboat...

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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 be searched  out anytime he made small drops of water they pour down rain in the atmosphere  according...

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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 tiptoeing
into a room
stripping the visions
of nightly dreams
while beginning anew
the reflections
of realities
harsh awakening.

Silent steps
of morning light
strolling on
the still closed lids
of a...

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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 wanna sit in a curl 

I don't know what to do when words like
Forever and ever and ever and ever
Are...

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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 lives with the pain
The other sees his own injuries and bleedings
One only reaches for whatever to hold and retain
Another well...

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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 my body,...

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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 and mind cramps
The  romours and lies
The prayers and the thirst for answers 

Life decides to wink 
All these problems...

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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 in the castle of shadows, where darkness
Bearer of chaos, stretches its crowns thinking of madness.
In the veil of silence where...

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