Best Coir Poems

Of the Gods own country
of this paradise
where green and blue
merge as one
in the north is a city
that encompass the beauty
where the dream lands meet
lined by kaasaraka trees

where seven tongues are spoken
and a unique lingo was woken
lined by shores and calm beaches
which meets with forts of...

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On sandy beaches and along fertile riverbanks,
In fecund soil and in lush green plantations,
Coconut trees stand tall towering into the sky.
They are benevolent palms at the service of generations.

A coconut tree is a marvel of creation, every part of it can be used.
Its umbrella like...

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3rd march2012, by: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Form: rhyming couplets

Sandy tracks, still and dormant, lie await for us,
Virgin sands of Malvan beach, its breeze my body salty caress.

Through the grooves of coconut palms swaying tall,
We trudge to the sandy shores backpack and all.

Green thatched leaves. Crowns of...

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Sitting here at my desk
Two hundred meters above
I watch the bustle of life below.
The slow moving traffic, the crowd at lunch-time
Pedestrians at the traffic lights
Heavy blue-black glass blocks towering to the skies.
 
In this austere concrete jungle.
A few patches of green in-between asphalt ones
A blue...

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Kaleidoscope of Life. 
And behind the forest sings that nothing is the way you think 
and try as you might make love to one you do not love gives
a feeling of lost time, of a useless pursuit of finding happiness in
momentarily lust that leaves nothing...

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It was 6.15, in the morning, 
I was in a deep sleep, 
The rising sun pierced the thatched roof and made my skin burn,
I wrapped the blanket tight   - no use it was full of holes,
Oops! I woke up screaming and tried to...

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Her long golden braids 
Fell elegant on the barren floor of the prison of a house.

It was bizarre; 
Like sunflowers on infertile land 
Like rubies laid on the washerman's rag cloth.

With only the furry infant mammoth to keep her company, he offered her with the...

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It’s not a love that’s creeping in her sleep.
Though wounding kisses wake her up, her
worn-out body – an old Indian make – resists.
She grabs its head as it twists around her – 
both are tough fighters – loser will lose life. 

The fray on her...

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The wooden floor wore
decades of dust. 
Near the doorway
brooms grew out of a fire bucket 
and bloomed in an odd
array of heads. A pile of coir mats
lay stacked in a wheelbarrow,
all chorused in a WELCOME.

Bernie's store was a haphazard 
sprawl of hardware stuff 
and followed...

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Captivating beauty
Covered by a brown coir 
Coarse outside on touching 
Conical bowl inside 
Cup of soft white sweet fruit
Cool sweet water within
Carefully poured in glass...

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