Best Bringer Poems

Incredible! Where could little girl of her age be going under this cold weather at this hour barefootedly and bareheadedly?What could have sent a poor girl she was to street with just oversized slippers she inherited form her mother, poor enough, jettisoned on this two...

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Bringer of Old Age 
Saturn, that's what you always were 
You move quite slowly 

At a snail's pace 
Twenty-nine point forty-six 
Years, orbit the Sun 

Named after a god 
Within the Roman pantheon 
Of farming and TIME...

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Saturn, you take a very long time to orbit the Sun 
29.46 years 
You were the slowest moving object known in ancient times 
They who observed you didn't have telescopes 

Saturn, they thought you were the slowest planet 
They didn't know about Uranus and Neptune...

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Mastermined racism through religion
in order for world peace
humbled myself , the former god in heaven
to become your homeless king of earth
about to rule my lost empire

The blackmen typical special ops
to prevent genocide
East Indian peoples a form of intelligence
which has been granted for them on the...

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Limericks by definition are supposed to be bawdy
At times mine can be considered just a wee bit naughty
Seems you people so nice
Are looking for spice
So this guy's elected himself as the bringer of saucy...

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Death is the bringer of eternal sleep,
where time slumbers in everlasting peace.
And yet, still, close friends and family weep
when a loved one's earthly connections cease.
And as memories cause tears to increase,
a fractured heart honors the soul's release.

Death is beautiful, not an ugly thing:
one never feels...

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Behold the bounty
Of berserking bugs,
Whilst Barely not blinded
By the their bustled busts.
I, Bringer of Beatles,
Biting abroad,
Burrowing deep,
Biting a broad,
Bolder than brave,
But braver than most,
Have been this way long,
But no need to boast,
I am the scurrying, 
blurring blank line
That will band the bugs 
With all of...

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An angel born of grace,
Wings, a halo-a bright light
Stings. A fall- crash-
I’m born again.
Burned again.
Different skin
New air, new hair, new aura.
Same voice, exact words
“Trust me,” as I stab you in your spine.
My voice cracks, skips
Curved and edged
My sheathed tongue cuts me-
The roof of my mouth,...

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Ascending like dawn
you came, and filled with light my
tearful, blinded eyes....

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BRINGER  OF  FORGETFULLNESS

Bringer of forgetfulness
In autumnal  scape
Full of dry leaves
On surface of the dearth
In deeper depths of earth.

Being of myself
Being of cosmos
Being of intensity
Being of quest.

In autumnal evening
Cold shadows trembling
Embraced by chilly winds
Foggish shape now crumbling.


Durlabh  Singh...

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From the remnants of a hundred and forty four thousand
He is one with a magic wand
One with a blurring shadow and a cane towards the sun
With a wave shimmering and a mark in his right hand

Raging armies from the dark mansion
Try to swarm him out...

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Hail, O Storm Bringer
Your lightning cracks up the sky
As you roll onward

Your thunder pounds Earth
Trumpeting your arrival
Storm Charioteer

You ride the cold wind
Dark grey clouds your chariot
Winged horses flying

Torrents of cold rain 
To soak a dry, thirsty world
Falling from your eyes

Strong cold winds blasting 
With every...

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*Phosphorous, Morning Star, has overcome
night’s stellar reign and its *lunar embrace.
Awakening, I can hear nature’s hum
while *myriad flowers are showing their grace.
They *lilt in a breeze that’s beckoning me.
I follow a path worn and *serpentine.
Across some long grass on my way I see
two garter snakes...

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I’ve called out for the moon and the stars that tagged along,
Pleaded with the clouds to guide these arms to where they belong.
The severed sky in these lungs has shed far too many wishes and tears;
Months and moments have made a million mangled hills disappear.

Have...

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From a comet’s tail, like pepper on a meal
sprinkling down on the land
upon the earth, the contagious death
the cleansing of God’s hand

Genocide made, from a periodic plague
swelling numbers of the dead
when life departs, with heavy hearts
of the times that lay ahead

From rich or poor, it...

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